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Castor takes up Baby Care

15 Nov

 

Those babysitting jobs are gonna be rolling in after this.

Sketches

9 Oct

“Luke Skywalker is a whiny little brat.”  Page flip.  “Princess Leia Organa is a spoiled little princess, who tries to be effective but is constrained by stereotypes of her gender.”  Page flip.  “Han Solo is a scruffy looking Nerf-herder.”  Page flip. “Chewbacca is even scruffier looking.”

Somehow, “Star Wars Heroes” the picture book sounds different when Mr. Damn reads it.

Castor stole part of my sandwich.  He was so pleased with himself, and I winced as he brought the Turkey covered in wasabi to his lips.  But, oh!  For a picture of his face as the spicy condiment hit his lips and tongue!  He hurriedly pulled the offending food from his mouth, examined it, and then began to laugh.  I wondered what was funny, until he, still laughing, began trying to get Pollux to eat it.  The love of brothers.

First day of Big Kid School.

7 Sep
First Day of Kindergarten!

First Day of Kindergarten!

Wow. How did we end up here?

On boxes and bureaucracies…

22 Aug

Been negotiating all the muddied waters of a move — where is the ..?  What is this, and why did we pack it..?  Where can we keep this?

Everything gets lost, because nothing has a Place yet.  But slowly the boxes are dwindling.  I have a small card with a bad photo and a Virginia address on it.  Curtins are up in many of the windows.  First bills for services here have begun to arrive.  Art is being hung on the walls.

Kevin has added the extra work of navigating school to his load.  Orientations, rehearsals, social meetings, and scheduling all of the above are beginning to demand his time.

Moon still has weeks to go, and we hope to find out her teacher’s name next week.  For now, she reads through Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets as her bedtime story, plays with her brothers, and sleeps on a mat on the floor (a bed arrives next week).  We work our way slowly through the generic school supply list provided by her new school (four eight ounce bottles of glue, un-labled.  24 crayons, each with name), knowing more lists will come when classroom specifics are nailed down.  I find myself wishing I could linger on the time with her, knowing it will be gone soon.  But then one of the boys gets into something he shouldn’t, and the moment for any wistful anything is gone.

Pollux is standing on his own now, doing deep knee bends and applauding his own performance.  He is so very pleased with himself.  And also so very frustrated by what he cannot do — tantrums are starting to rear their ugly head, complete with fists and feet hitting the floor.

Castor remains more even keel, general smiling and happy but less exhuberant than his brother (and has yet to tantrum).  He plays happily on his own or with others, and is speaking more and more clearly.  Less vocabulary, more easily understood when he does speak.  He can climb to the back of our couch, onto chairs, beds, etc on his own.  If things are quiet, someone is into something they shouldn’t be.

Words in the general vocabulary now are: “Kitty!” (both) “Hi!” (Castor), “Dog!” (Pollux), “Look!” (Pollux), “Duck!” (Pollux).

I have a library card here now, which seems a strange combination of badge of honor and guilty betrayal.  Will most likely try and take the kids to “Book Babies” and “Preschool Storytime” at our local branch this next week while Kevin is busy with school obligations.  More on our new locale later, when things are less tired.

POD-People No More!

11 Aug

The POD was picked up this morning, bright and early.  That must be where all these boxes came from.  Why do we have so much stuff?

Plant seeds, add fertilizer

30 Jul

So we’re here now, but our arrival is being dragged out like a William Shatner death scene… which I suppose might be helping keep it from overwhelming us, so I probably shouldn’t complain.  I hear gift horses have halitosis.

Chandra’s WA plates expire next week, so some of the stuff you might usually try to deal with in the tail-end of your moving-in process is instead the prelude for us (no, not Honda Prelude, that was my first car).  Here in VA I’ve noticed they like to do things in person, and require lots of runaround, forms, etc.  Cases in point: they won’t let you do things online, as when they gracefully acknowledge the complete lack of any online listing of state-approved inspection locations for the multiple required inspections, for example.  Instead they show a picture of what the sign looks like, so when you’re driving around your town you know what to look for in the window of the car shop.  Works great if you already live here and know where to check… otherwise, not so much.  The parking permit we needed for the PODs delivery couldn’t be done online or over the phone either, and required a couple hours in city hall, multiple signatures from different departments, and would normally then be mailed to you in a couple weeks.  Please explain to me how this is supposed to be the standard procedure for people moving here; you have to be here to get the permit, which is then mailed to… where, exactly?  When?  Even the Kindergarten registration had to be done in person.

Their in-state tuition rules suck too, which I’m having to pay for big-time; actual time in state residence doesn’t matter, you also have to prove that you did not move to the state with the intent to go to school and get in-state tuition.  Guilty until proven innocent, and having been accepted almost two years before I came, that’d be a hard case to fight.  In many states, I’d be getting in-state tuition my second year, just for having been living there a year.

So here, in order to get new plates, you need to do inspections, fill out forms, prove residency, and get in-state Drivers licenses first- those in turn requiring Passports, Social Security cards, copy of Lease or other proof of in-state residence, etc.  We got the drivers licenses taken care of today, although the real cards won’t be ready for a while.

Does VA really not want more people?  They do seem to make it more of a pain to move here than I remember WA ever being.

We’re staying at an extended-stay hotel suite, which is both cheaper and nicer than most of the straight-out hotels we’ve been in this trip.  No pool or free breakfast, both of which Moon mourns, but having at least one door you can close is great, as is the kitchenette and free laundry.  Even with the suite setup I still sometimes have to take someone outside, so as to not wake the 5yo we’re trying to get to sleep on the fold-out couch in one room, or the other twin who’s starting to fall asleep in the other.

Cruising the hallways

Our free time, as such, is about setting up utilities installations (which can be just as difficult and bureaucratic as the government agencies, which makes me suspect cultural rather than official causes), trying to remember what all to change the addresses and phone numbers for online (and just beginning to memorize the new info after repeated entries on forms), trying to keep up with existing accounts (our between the POD shipment, hotels, gas, etc the AmEx bill this month makes me want to cry) figuring out registration and schedule for my courses (still working on that, thanks to some apparent conflicts in what I was told to do), and otherwise tying up the loose ends of a string we don’t even really have fully in hand, yet.