The Queen's Rambles

I finally got my phone number changed. I was getting too many pictures of manly rods in my inbox. Gross gross gross. The penis is not an attractive organ anyway; unsolicited pictures of self “portraits” are really not my thing. *shudder*

I kept putting it off because I didn’t have time to go to the Verizon store. Finally made time, only to be told I would have to call the customer service number. I called them and the guy was extremely helpful (and completely flabbergasted by my story), but told me I could have done it all online. Well then. Welcome to the modern era. I used to think I was all fancy-pants techno girl with my fancy-pants angelfire website with GLOWING buttons. GLOWING, people!

My younger friends don’t know a horizontal ruler [hr] from a strike-out [s] but they can run their lives from their phones. I am starting to feel like an old woman several steps behind the time. I don’t understand why I want everyone to be able to contact me at their convenience. I don’t know why I need to talk to people on the phone while I’m trying to drive. Now, 15 years ago I certainly would have been all over the texting thing. That was back in the day when I was constantly chatting online on a website and via ICQ (and where I met Mike!). I think I’m all texted out.

I’ve never had a call to pick Erik up, so it didn’t occur to me to update the school with my new contact information. I really should have thought about it since Elsa spent all night Friday in our bed, puking her little guts out.

I took Elsa to get her pictures done (had a big gift card about to expire) and that’s when Erik decided to puke all over his classroom, the hallway and the nurse’s office. Lucky Mike got to leave work and go pick him up. They now have my phone number. Ha. If I can just keep track of my phone and realize the phone is ringing when it starts playing music, I might be able to be available to pick up my sick kid.

Here’s a picture from our photo session:

This one isn’t my favorite, but I had to pick it because Elsa had such a strong reaction to it. The egg is just photo magic, but Elsa saw it on the screen and had a combined freakout/happy reaction. At first she was laughing that she was trapped in an egg, but then she started freaking and wanted to hatch. I tried telling her she wasn’t really in an egg, but she started crying and just wanted to get out. Two year old logic is fun. She didn’t understand that she was not in an egg or even in the basket. She was sitting on my lap on a stool.

Other than that little blip, it was an awesome photo shoot. It is the first time in my child-rearing history that there wasn’t full on screaming, crying or running in circles like a fool. She listened to the photographer and followed directions as best she could. It truly was a dream. If you’ve been reading long, you know my write-ups of portrait sessions with Erik always read like a war report. Amazing how different life can be with a child who is somewhat biddable and doesn’t enjoy being contrary just to be contrary.

Elsa had her parent’s day out program today, so that left me and Erik to spend the day alone. Very nice! We haven’t had a day to ourselves in a long time. He was feeling much, much better so we went to the store and loaded up on all kinds of soda for his science fair project. They were supposed to think of a question and have a theory, then prove or disprove it. His question was pretty good: what happens when you put baking soda in soda? We both thought it would bubble up like vinegar and baking soda. We were both totally wrong. There was a little fizz with the Pepsi, but overall it was a bust. It was still worthwhile, though. He learned that you can’t just go off on a wild tangent. You have to measure, record, and think about things–all very valuable lessons.

I video recorded each different mixture so we can make a little movie to have playing on the laptop during the science fair. You can only take in self-contained liquids so there won’t be anything too fun going on at our table. Now I just have to figure out how to splice together some videos with a little sign in between each one. Anyone have a super simple, free video editing program they like? Windows only, please.

I guess I better go do something useful. I don’t know what that would be, but sitting here in this horrible chair is not helping my back. I got a message that my new chair is finally ready, so if I’m not puking I can go get it tomorrow! I will not be sorry to see this poor, old recliner hit the trash. The side arm is now laying lower than the seat. I guess it had a good run for a cheapo chair. We got it right after Erik was born. Time sure flies.