Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Joooooooooin Us

Sunday, May 29, 2011


From right after Ollie got sick Friday.

- Posted from a temporary way post

Friday, May 27, 2011

2 for 2

That is, the number of children, out of the number of children in our possession, who have puked voluminously in the car during a trip this month.

Day 1. Awesome.

- Posted from the open road

Location:Somewhere in PA

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Days of endless labor powered by pandora

Here is a tip: if you want to guarantee that your new mattress will be really, really comfortable, sleep on the couch for a week before it comes. Force your husband to do the same, for his own good.

I moved on from the (relative, sort of) fun of painting the bedroom and moved on to: the hallway, stairs, living room, dining room, and entryway. With the bedroom at least I could flounce about discussing my design aesthetic and repurposing my clutter into an elegant, tasteful display (note: this did not happen). The rest of the house was varying shades of off-white and is now: varying shades of off white. Spending days and days painting to achieve a feel of "slightly less grubby" is less than satisfying.

What we decided was, as long as we're not moving, let's at least make it FEEL like we're moving. Or so it seems. Really, the thinking (that was done. by us) was that we'll almost certainly move in three years (DON'T LAUGH) and have to do all those minor repairs that you have to do before selling a house and then you kick yourself because hey, this is nice, why didn't we do them for US? So we are doing them for us and it is nice, but guess what? It's a lot of work and it feels like we're moving.

It also dawned on me that I have eased into the role of general contractor, as I attempt to coordinate: the driveway guy, the mason, the tile guy, the tree guy, the plumber guy, and the window guy. None of whom seems eager per se, to exchanges services for money, but at least it is I who am the middleman. Really, it's a new hobby I'm exploring.


The school district says it will mail out assignments Friday. We leave Friday for many days of road tripping (note to thieves: neighbor Karl has his eye on you). I called to see if I could call once they're mailed to find out and they told me: no, maybe late next week, when we have the assignments in the computer. I guess they hammer them out on stones first, then deliver them to people's house, THEN put them in the computer.

Monday, May 23, 2011


Several items are of note.

We have a bed frame. Technically, we had one before, but it since it just barely performed its "keep the mattress off the floor" role and was not visible to the naked eye, I'm not sure it counts. Thank you, craigslist.

We do not have a mattress. I got a little excited to throw the old one out since it just happened to be garbage day when I got started last week (Aaron: "I have a number of questions regarding this plan.") In retrospect, garbage day THIS week might have been a better selection. The new one should get here by...Wednesday.

It looks like a furniture store. That is because there is a big heavy desk that we are not capable of moving. It will no longer reside in the bedroom someday, insha allah.

Not pictured: Dylan, pouting in the corner because SHE wants my new bedroom. I JUST DID her room. She got to pick the paint color! It is exactly equal parts pink and purple! There are glow in the dark stars and a ceiling-mounted remote controlled rotating solar system! There is a laundry chute in her closet and shelves full of toys and a big box of all her treasured play bills and postcards. I don't want to hear it, kid. Although it's quite fun to have a child who enthusiastically appreciates my every minor home improvement. She gets all excited when I so much as pick up the toys in the living room.

Friday, May 20, 2011


Perhaps we should keep better wraps on Aaron's wallet? "Look what I've been working on Mommy!"


It is embarrassing to graduate from medical school and walk into the frame store and ask them if they can match your diploma frame to your PhD one.


I would like to emphasize how short and squat Ollie is. Really, it's silly.
He's still working diligently to manage a fine balance of affection and cuddles with evil and destruction. He has had a lot of success, thus far, because what else does he have to do, in a day?


I've been painting again. I swear I've learned something from all the HGTV. Although I haven't learned enough to know that even though I love yellow and red-orange, for example, they may not be the best colors for the walls. I do know enough that at least I got samples first. Other teaching points from this painting adventure: 1) it goes a lot faster without any wall repair, and 2) perhaps it is best to contain one's zeal in throwing out the ten-year-old mattress until a new mattress has been procured. Our bedroom thus has no bed, but is now a distinguished grey with white trim.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Backing up (beep, beep beep)

I got a little behind, so let's rewind a few days. When last we left our intrepid Bleisenblogs, we were traipsing about New York City, attending weddings and taking turns ejecting our stomach contents. As of last Friday though, we were in the midst of a whirlwind of graduation whatnot as I finally finished my formal schoolin'. Persevere, kids, and you too will be done by the time you're 30!

Aaron actually flew out of town during the graduation party taking place at our house. I always tell you, we know how to party. Thanks to everyone who sent their best wishes and came and helped us celebrate! I particularly appreciate how gracious you all were with respect to having your cars whisked away due to parking restrictions and cramming into the back seat of the minivan to be shuttled to the not-brief ceremony. That's dedication, right there.

Do you know how many pictures I have of the festivities? One. Sent to Aaron on my phone during the rehearsal to document that it would NEVER END. Not perhaps the best picture in all the land, but no one has sent me anything else yet, so it's what you're getting.


In other events, they've cancelled the Lilac Festival for the third day in a row because it started raining again. I've never heard of anything like that happening. I guess it's good we've been teaching Dylan to swim.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Things I have learned in the last 48 hours

Dylan mentions ache and pains almost daily, and they invariably amount to nothing. Nonetheless, when she insists from the back of the cab with increasing urgency that she feels sick, it wouldn't hurt to take action, let's say, before she does. Sorry about your rain coat, Aaron. And underwear.

Donald Trump announced his non-run for presidency today from the same hotel where were staying. Coincidence? You decide. I did stay up an hour later than I meant to last night watching the celebrity apprentice, so that clearly played into the decision-making process.

Having left a starbucks minutes before a cab crashed into it will make Aaron refer to "safe starbucks" (those in malls, hotels, or airports, I've surmised) for an indefinite period of time.

Just because Dylan SEEMS like she hates every minute of the horsedrawn carriage ride due to complete exhaustion and its attendant malaise, it doesn't mean she won't ask to do it again the next day.

Ollie would like to have a word with me, about the horse.

Ollie would like to have a word with all of you, also. He picked up like 20 of them in the past four days.

The apple store does not want you to hang out in their vestibule, driving rain or not.

The huge HD screens in the apple store are an AWESOME place to watch the shuttle launch.

Fielding questions about future astronaut career options is a bit of a downer though.

A deep love for AIRPLANES! does not necessarily translate into endearing behavior on airplanes. Ollie, looking at you here.

I hate to use the term "boot and rally" here in reference to my four-year-old, but honestly. That's her there, the pink blur.

Dylan thinks she is in a musical every waking minute. She just accommodates the rest of us in our routines as necessary
Aaron can totally pull off a tux. (Congratulations Brenda and Andrew! For getting married, that is! Not just for getting Aaron in a tux! The whole thing was amazing!)

He can also pull off an entourage. Hm, looks like he had: Ollie, Dylan, the stroller, and the bags, while I had: the cameraphone.
I am a SERIOUS lightweight, booze-wise. Or else I had food poisoning. Or a virus (see: Dylan, #1). Possibly all three. Am doctor now.

Ollie. Strong like bull. Seriously, I packed that suitcase, and it was not light.
Neither rain nor lightening nor dark of night nor ATROCIOUS behavior at the restaurant can keep up from getting cupcakes after dinner.
I am way scarier as an underbridge troll than Dylan. Seriously, what is she, like three foot six? Plus she can't compete with the retainer.

Saturday, May 07, 2011

more unfortunate skills the short round one has acquired

-Turning on the toaster oven. He can tell when it's on, too, then he leaves.
-Adjusting the burners on the stove. There's a cooking theme here, I guess, since he still opens the oven on occasion.
-Turning on the faucets in the bathroom. All of them.
-Spitting resentfully at people who are not me, when provoked.
-Honking car horns (requires adult enabling).

His current redeeming features are: a seamless transition to the new daycare room, 15 hours of sleep per day, big, slimy kisses, an indiscriminate appetite, and awesome moves to Wheels on the Bus.


My retainer is awethome, right? It's nothing too exthiting, I just had a couple teeth that were thliding around driving me nuth. Dylan kept making me say words for her amusement. So did my friends, for that matter. Gymnastics and chick peas are favorites. "World's Strongest Man" was mistaken for "World's Drunkest Man" in one instance. I'm leth lithpy now, but Aaron and I have agreed: best to remove it for phone calls.


Should hear about at least one school next week.


We socialized more this week than in the past...three weeks! Combined. Plus or minus a year or two. Because! Annabelle returned to the ROC to visit us, which is like adding a third person to our marriage, for better or for worse. She ran with Snuffy, took Dylan to the movies, and lurked happily in the basement lair. I took like one picture, so here you go. Dylan asked if she was a giant, but I told her no, it's trolls that lurk in the basement.


waiting for daddy to return from Out West

Tuesday, May 03, 2011

anyone need a babysitter?

Now with lisping action!

greetings, comrade

Monday, May 02, 2011


I was rewarded for my hubris Saturday thinking I could manage alone with both kids (if you count recruiting friends "alone") with sort of a grind Sunday, although I do recommend going to toys r us and playing with all the toys if you're having a hard day. The kids liked it too. The Dylan/Snuffy combination is a tough one since it's hard to get him enough exercise without covering some distance, and some days it's draining to cajole Dylan into covering any distance at all. Ollie just gets strapped to my back, which works for him. He's fun because he's quite the gearhead since he knows the appearance of shoes, boots, sunblock, hats, helmets, or whatever means we're going to do something cool. He cries when we take the bike helmet off. Here's some pics from our rainy day bike excursion. Note to future self: if it seems like a good idea to put rain coats on the children, it is not a good idea to go biking. The addition of a driving wind is another clue as to the correct choice if you have your wits about you.

Sunday, May 01, 2011

I think this one's ready for school

She spent AN HOUR on Friday writing (not illustrating) her book, despite not being able to spell any words independently. I feel like she could be five years older in this picture.

She also put a copyright symbol on it after asking what the one on the Cheerios box meant. She did not, however, mark her book Kosher.

She is so excited to be 4 and three quarters, but she's not quite there yet and we're nerds so I told her she can tell people she's 4 and two thirds.