A Story about Pens
8 years ago
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Photographic Odds 'n' Ends
A missing tooth! And a real instrument rather than a virtual one.
That's me on guitar, Connor on drums, Chloe on vocals. A proud family moment.
This picture got skipped when we posted before. If you look carefully, you can see the growl, but she's striking her "watching us all with the eeeeyyyeeeeee. . ." pose here.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Another One Gone
When I was a kid, I loved having a loose tooth. At the first hint of a wiggle, I would descend upon the tooth with all my strength and willpower, begging it to progress at an unnatural rate. A lot of the time, I would get it out of there as quickly as possible- often with a lot of blood and force. Sometimes I treated it like a toy, and would work it until it was just hanging by a thread. I would play with it for days, twisting and wiggling and tapping it with my tongue, until it finally fell out on its own.
One day right before Christmas, we all sat down to breakfast together. “My tooth feels weird,” Connor said. Apparently when he chewed his food, he could “feel it.” I guess I hadn’t really thought much about Connor entering the loose tooth era of his life, because this revelation rocked my world. I got tears in my eyes and started gushing about my baby and his tooth. Of course, I also wanted to get a finger on it and start wiggling.
“Moo-ooom- don’t!”
Oh no! Who is this child who wants his loose tooth left alone? He can’t possibly be related to me! I spent a couple of weeks asking him daily how his tooth was and cajoling him into wiggling it for me so I could see how loose it was. But he didn’t take any pleasure in it, so eventually I quit bugging him other than a perfunctory, “How’s that tooth?” every few days.
Last night, Chip, Connor and Chloe were in the car on the way home. Chip was fussing at Chloe about how she lost a sock in the course of the day, when Connor interrupted. "Yeah, that's nice, BUT MY TOOTH JUST FELL OUT!" Chip stopped the car to turn around and get a good look, then called me to share the news. I absolutely paced by the back door waiting on them to get home- I couldn’t wait to see my suddenly grown-up boy and his new gap-toothed grin.
They got home, and Connor handed me the tiniest little baby tooth I have ever seen in my life. Then he smiled as widely as he could to let me see the new hole in his bottom row of teeth. I was shocked to see that his adult tooth was already well-exposed. Such patience to let the new tooth push the old one out!
It was amusing to witness Connor’s mixed emotions about the whole affair. Part of him was really proud, but part of him was bothered by all the fuss we were making. It was hard to explain that we weren’t teasing him, but that we were truly excited. He told Grammy, “I didn’t even cry!” She assured him that he didn’t need to- it was a natural occurrence that didn’t have to be painful or scary. I think that helped him calm down about the whole thing. He wouldn’t let us take a picture, though.
We got the kids ready for bed while covertly clearing a path between Connor’s bedroom door and his pillow. Time for our first visit from the Tooth Fairy! We didn’t want her tripping over a toy and spoiling the fun. When the time came to sneak a dollar under his pillow in exchange for that tiny tooth, I totally chickened out. If Connor accidently woke up, I couldn’t bear to be the one who had screwed it up! Besides, I’m Santa- I figured I should share the fun. Chip got in and out quick as a flash (or in our house, "quick as The Flash"). “Piece of cake!” he said, showing me the tooth while we both giggled like kids.
Connor woke up this morning, thrilled to find a dollar bill under his pillow. Then the morning progressed, just like any other morning. We struggled to get shoes on, and get out the door on time, and the tooth was forgotten. Another milestone has come and gone, and my babies continue to grow up before my eyes. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. But that's okay- I'm pretty sure I don't want to.
One day right before Christmas, we all sat down to breakfast together. “My tooth feels weird,” Connor said. Apparently when he chewed his food, he could “feel it.” I guess I hadn’t really thought much about Connor entering the loose tooth era of his life, because this revelation rocked my world. I got tears in my eyes and started gushing about my baby and his tooth. Of course, I also wanted to get a finger on it and start wiggling.
“Moo-ooom- don’t!”
Oh no! Who is this child who wants his loose tooth left alone? He can’t possibly be related to me! I spent a couple of weeks asking him daily how his tooth was and cajoling him into wiggling it for me so I could see how loose it was. But he didn’t take any pleasure in it, so eventually I quit bugging him other than a perfunctory, “How’s that tooth?” every few days.
Last night, Chip, Connor and Chloe were in the car on the way home. Chip was fussing at Chloe about how she lost a sock in the course of the day, when Connor interrupted. "Yeah, that's nice, BUT MY TOOTH JUST FELL OUT!" Chip stopped the car to turn around and get a good look, then called me to share the news. I absolutely paced by the back door waiting on them to get home- I couldn’t wait to see my suddenly grown-up boy and his new gap-toothed grin.
They got home, and Connor handed me the tiniest little baby tooth I have ever seen in my life. Then he smiled as widely as he could to let me see the new hole in his bottom row of teeth. I was shocked to see that his adult tooth was already well-exposed. Such patience to let the new tooth push the old one out!
It was amusing to witness Connor’s mixed emotions about the whole affair. Part of him was really proud, but part of him was bothered by all the fuss we were making. It was hard to explain that we weren’t teasing him, but that we were truly excited. He told Grammy, “I didn’t even cry!” She assured him that he didn’t need to- it was a natural occurrence that didn’t have to be painful or scary. I think that helped him calm down about the whole thing. He wouldn’t let us take a picture, though.
We got the kids ready for bed while covertly clearing a path between Connor’s bedroom door and his pillow. Time for our first visit from the Tooth Fairy! We didn’t want her tripping over a toy and spoiling the fun. When the time came to sneak a dollar under his pillow in exchange for that tiny tooth, I totally chickened out. If Connor accidently woke up, I couldn’t bear to be the one who had screwed it up! Besides, I’m Santa- I figured I should share the fun. Chip got in and out quick as a flash (or in our house, "quick as The Flash"). “Piece of cake!” he said, showing me the tooth while we both giggled like kids.
Connor woke up this morning, thrilled to find a dollar bill under his pillow. Then the morning progressed, just like any other morning. We struggled to get shoes on, and get out the door on time, and the tooth was forgotten. Another milestone has come and gone, and my babies continue to grow up before my eyes. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. But that's okay- I'm pretty sure I don't want to.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Red Ring of Death
Funny how I just posted about how important Rock Band 2 has been to us since Christmas, and boom, our Xbox died. We Rock Banded it to death. The other night, it stared back at us with a red, angry eye:
There's a ridiculously high hardware failure rate for Xbox 360s made before a certain date, and Microsoft knows about it, so at least they wisely extended the warranty to 3 years for this problem. Still, the Chockleys are Rock Band-less for a couple of weeks. Connor has taken to beating on things which are clearly not drums, and Chloe often forlornly sings from the backseat of the car, into her closed fist: "And he's watching us all with the eeeyyyyyyye! Ova tigerrrr..."
There's a ridiculously high hardware failure rate for Xbox 360s made before a certain date, and Microsoft knows about it, so at least they wisely extended the warranty to 3 years for this problem. Still, the Chockleys are Rock Band-less for a couple of weeks. Connor has taken to beating on things which are clearly not drums, and Chloe often forlornly sings from the backseat of the car, into her closed fist: "And he's watching us all with the eeeyyyyyyye! Ova tigerrrr..."
East Memphis Sunrise
Hey, that's a good name for a drink. What would be in it?
Anyway, the sunrise was particularly pretty this morning:
Anyway, the sunrise was particularly pretty this morning:
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Around the Web
For some reason I haven't done any blogging here in 2009. I get around, though.
Over the break, Chip and I took the kids out to dinner. Read about it here.
A few weeks ago, Chip won a party platter from Lenny's. We took it to Cocktail Hour last night and enjoyed both the sandwiches and the company. Read about that here.
I'll get around to writing something here sooner or later. . .
Over the break, Chip and I took the kids out to dinner. Read about it here.
A few weeks ago, Chip won a party platter from Lenny's. We took it to Cocktail Hour last night and enjoyed both the sandwiches and the company. Read about that here.
I'll get around to writing something here sooner or later. . .
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Virtually Rocking
Back in that hazy period between college and law school, there was a really odd game called Parappa the Rapper, where this funny little paper-thin Japanese dog rapped and danced, and you pushed the buttons in time with the raps. It was very bizarre. Go ahead, look at it here.
More than 10 years later, folks are still playing games with the same premise-- pushing buttons in time with the music. Now, you push buttons to songs you know, and the buttons are on things which closely resemble real musical instruments.
As a (now former) professional musician, I've always taken a dim view of these games. It seemed to me like an excuse for kids to get fat sitting on their butts in front of the TV rather than going out and playing real instruments, interacting with other musicians, starting their own bands, writing their own music. Playing and writing music with other people was a big part of my growing up.
Well, turns out I was wrong. Santa brought Rock Band 2 to the Chockleys this year, and it kicks ass.
I've come to realize that the game (and presumably the others like it-- I've only played Rock Band) is actually more of a gateway than a substitute. It's much more like the "real thing" than I ever thought. It teaches kids the dexterity, rhythm and musicality involved in actually being in a band.
And how else would I have known that Connor is a five-year-old powerhouse on the drums?
Another cool thing is the communal nature of the game-- it's an activity that we all love to do, and it works best when we all do it together. It's a true "family activity."
More than 10 years later, folks are still playing games with the same premise-- pushing buttons in time with the music. Now, you push buttons to songs you know, and the buttons are on things which closely resemble real musical instruments.
As a (now former) professional musician, I've always taken a dim view of these games. It seemed to me like an excuse for kids to get fat sitting on their butts in front of the TV rather than going out and playing real instruments, interacting with other musicians, starting their own bands, writing their own music. Playing and writing music with other people was a big part of my growing up.
Well, turns out I was wrong. Santa brought Rock Band 2 to the Chockleys this year, and it kicks ass.
I've come to realize that the game (and presumably the others like it-- I've only played Rock Band) is actually more of a gateway than a substitute. It's much more like the "real thing" than I ever thought. It teaches kids the dexterity, rhythm and musicality involved in actually being in a band.
And how else would I have known that Connor is a five-year-old powerhouse on the drums?
Even Chloe loves to wail into the microphone.
I've left pics of Steph out, but trust me-- she loves it too. Last week, after I went out with the guys, I got home late, long after the kids had gone to bed. She greeted me at the door with bloodshot eyes. I said, "You've been playing Rock Band by yourself, haven't you?" She laughed and said "I shole have."
Friday, January 02, 2009
Ringing it In
Tiff and Mark hosted a fancy get-together this year, including a sit-down dinner for 28 folks. There are unfortunately some parts of the evening which I don't recall all that well (we spend the night there, Mom and Dad!) but I know it was a blast. Thanks, Tiff and Mark! And Happy New Year to everybody.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
The Year In Review
Vacations Taken:Ann Arbor
Dauphin Island
Seaside
Favorite TV Shows:
Friday Night Lights
Lost
Mad Men
Meals:
Farmer's Market Wine Dinner, River Oaks
Farmer's Market Wine Dinner, Home
Zanone Ravioli
Best Books I Read:
Fair and Tender Ladies
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay
When You are Engulfed in Flames
Chloe:Sous chef
Talker
Delightful
Pregnancies:
Gina
Hillary
Three people in my office
Wines:
2006 Conundrum
2006 Frank Family Vineyards Chardonnay
2006 First Class Shiraz
Things:Red flats
Images 2 by Roger Burrows
Tervis Tumbler
Connor:
Kindergartener
Artist
Rock Band drummer
Engagements:
Tiffany and Mark
Cory and Chris
Brandon and Shelley
Chip:
Professional photographer
Facebook request ignorer
Best husband ever
Needs Improvement:
Exercise habits
The attic
Knowledge of French wines
Monday, December 29, 2008
Holiday Hangover
Today Chip is back at work, the tree is out on the curb next to the garbage can, and there is just nothing worse. The house is a mess, laundry needs to be done, pounds need to be lost, and my kids need about three days' worth of sleep. We are all dragging today, just a little depressed to be on this side of the holiday.
In order to cheer myself up, I am putting up some cute holiday pictures in order to solicit tons of comments about how adorable my family is. Go crazy!
In order to cheer myself up, I am putting up some cute holiday pictures in order to solicit tons of comments about how adorable my family is. Go crazy!
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Russ, When Was the Last Time I Overdid Anything?
This year we had another big Christmas. I love getting the whole family together for the holiday, and having everyone around to see what Santa brought. The only problem, if you can call it that, is that this big of a family gathering has too many presents. Woo hoo! Presents!
Santa made a stocking for all ten people in attendance, and left toys under the tree for the kids- and for me and Chip! When we went to bed, there was no Rock Band 2 under the tree. But Christmas morning, there it was. Score!
We all got lots of things to keep us busy for the foreseeable future- books, luggage, cooking tools, photography equipment, and toys. Lots and lots of toys. A big thank you to Santa and all his elves! Merry Christmas!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Fa La La La La, La La La La
Last Tuesday was the kind of day that makes the holidays great.
Both of my kids were scheduled to have their holiday programs at 6:00 that night. Fortunately, Connor had a daytime performance as well. I called in reinforcements and set up the following schedule:
8:30 am- Mom and Grammy watch Connor perform
6:00 pm- Mom, Grammy and Tiffany watch Chloe perform, while Chip, Bwana and Mimi watch Connor
This schedule worked out perfectly. And because Chloe's performance was much shorter than Connor's, we all ended up at Snowden at the end of the night which made the ensuing trip to Huey's that much easier to coordinate.
As the parent attending both performances, I had the daunting responsibility of photographing both events. I totally failed at Connor's performance, unsure of what settings the camera should be on and just turning knobs and pressing buttons with reckless abandon. I still managed to get a few shots of his elementary stage debut.
The program consisted of performances by the kindergarten and first grade classes. Connor's class (along with two others) performed third, and did three songs. The first was a Hanukkah number about lights, and Connor was one of eight dancing candles! I was proud of him for having a special "part," and he did a great job. The other two songs were fun too, with a Santa rap involving hip hop bleacher dancing, and some hand motions to accompany music from The Nutcracker.
For the grand finale, all the kids came back out for a big sing-along. I think this was a highlight for Connor, because he managed to stand next to Miss M during this portion of the show.
That night, Chloe donned her finest Christmas pjs and took the stage with the other Toucans to perform Rudolph. Chloe knew all the words and all the hand motions- she was a total pro. The best part of her show was the fact that one of the kids accidentally turned off the CD they were singing along to, so they got to start over from the beginning- two performances for the price of one!
Times like these make me realize how grown up my babies are. Chloe looked huge next to her classmates, and so grown up with her hair pulled back into barrettes. (A look that only her teachers can convince her to wear.) Connor, instead of being nervous, actually looked forward to performing in front of a crowd. When did he gain all that confidence? Sure, he actually lost his pants at some point during the day, but for the most part he seemed really mature up there.
It was a fun, exhausting day. Thanks to the family and friends who made it special, and to the teachers who worked hard with the kids to put together such great programs. And thank you, Mother Nature, for diverting the great ice storm of '08 and allowing us to spend the day making holiday memories.
Both of my kids were scheduled to have their holiday programs at 6:00 that night. Fortunately, Connor had a daytime performance as well. I called in reinforcements and set up the following schedule:
8:30 am- Mom and Grammy watch Connor perform
6:00 pm- Mom, Grammy and Tiffany watch Chloe perform, while Chip, Bwana and Mimi watch Connor
This schedule worked out perfectly. And because Chloe's performance was much shorter than Connor's, we all ended up at Snowden at the end of the night which made the ensuing trip to Huey's that much easier to coordinate.
As the parent attending both performances, I had the daunting responsibility of photographing both events. I totally failed at Connor's performance, unsure of what settings the camera should be on and just turning knobs and pressing buttons with reckless abandon. I still managed to get a few shots of his elementary stage debut.
The program consisted of performances by the kindergarten and first grade classes. Connor's class (along with two others) performed third, and did three songs. The first was a Hanukkah number about lights, and Connor was one of eight dancing candles! I was proud of him for having a special "part," and he did a great job. The other two songs were fun too, with a Santa rap involving hip hop bleacher dancing, and some hand motions to accompany music from The Nutcracker.
For the grand finale, all the kids came back out for a big sing-along. I think this was a highlight for Connor, because he managed to stand next to Miss M during this portion of the show.
That night, Chloe donned her finest Christmas pjs and took the stage with the other Toucans to perform Rudolph. Chloe knew all the words and all the hand motions- she was a total pro. The best part of her show was the fact that one of the kids accidentally turned off the CD they were singing along to, so they got to start over from the beginning- two performances for the price of one!
Times like these make me realize how grown up my babies are. Chloe looked huge next to her classmates, and so grown up with her hair pulled back into barrettes. (A look that only her teachers can convince her to wear.) Connor, instead of being nervous, actually looked forward to performing in front of a crowd. When did he gain all that confidence? Sure, he actually lost his pants at some point during the day, but for the most part he seemed really mature up there.
It was a fun, exhausting day. Thanks to the family and friends who made it special, and to the teachers who worked hard with the kids to put together such great programs. And thank you, Mother Nature, for diverting the great ice storm of '08 and allowing us to spend the day making holiday memories.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Got the Daughter in the Clinic, Gettin' Cured Off the Wild Turkey
I'm sure I've said this before, but Chloe is just a delight right now! This weekend she had another chance to wow me with her sweet nature. We gathered in Shelbyville for Christmas with Chip's extended family. Lots of presents were opened, including several gifts for little girls in the 2-5 year-old age range. Chloe played with all the toys, and shared hers, and had a great time.
The next day, back in Nashville, she was looking for something to do. I suggested she pull out her new Barbie car to play with. She looked at me quizzically and said, "But that's at that other house!" Awww- she didn't even know those toys were for her! She was just happy to visit with other kids and play. I love that she isn't a greedy pre-schooler yet!
I'll leave you with my favorite Chloe quote of the weekend. She was busy playing with a tea set and a baby doll, feeding the baby and getting it to sleep, when Mimi said, "You're just a busy bee, aren't you?" Chloe looked up only briefly from her chores to give this reply, "No, I'm just the Mommy." You said it, kid!
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Save the Neck for Me, Clark
This really has nothing to do with the holidays, but has everything to do with what Steph and I do when we ship the kids off on a Saturday night.
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Applewood smoked white cheddar, manchego, and Saga bleu cheese...
...with Mumm Blanc de Noirs
And I'm really not much of a red meat eater, but we did succumb to some awfully good-looking filet mignon from Fresh Market. Vegetarians, avert your eyes. Pan-searing with some sauteed spinach...
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Genius at work.
Some Saga Bleu Cheese Maitre D'Hotel butter on the filet, and onto the plate with rosemary-roasted new potatoes.
Medium rare, of course:
Main course wine: Seghesio Zinfandel, Sonoma County 2007. #10 on this year's Wine Spectator top 100. Like drinking a bowl full of berries and spice. Perfectly balanced, finish goes on for days.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Got a Lip Fungus They Ain't Identified Yet
About four weeks ago, I woke up with a horrible headache. It felt like my brain muscles were all tensed up, and I couldn't relax them. I thought it was a hormone-induced migraine, except it lasted too long. For four or five days, it felt like my brain was being squeezed. Just when I was ready to schedule an MRI, it suddenly went away.
For about three days I felt okay, then I slowly got a cold. I spent most of Thanksgiving weekend blowing my nose and wishing I could just lie in bed with my eyes closed. Instead of getting better, it got worse. According to Chip (and Web MD), I developed a sinus infection. I was considering visiting the doctor for some antibiotics until Chip (and Web MD) decided that Sudafed was the answer. And boy was it. I took generic Sudafed every four hours for five days, and finally started feeling like a normal person. Then Friday I had the stamina to shop. Saturday I had the energy to run after the kids. And today I got on a treadmill before my work day started. I feel like a new woman! Or possibly just like the old woman I used to be, before a month of illness wiped out my (considerable!) spark.
Chloe sensed our house was about to be free of illness, so she decided to step up her slightly runny nose and make it into a real cold. Her nose is now running like a faucet, and her voice is down to a croak. However, she doesn't know she's sick. In true Chloe fashion, she is all smiles and charm and finds her new voice hilarious. This morning I asked her how she felt, and she replied, "Good!" and then dissolved in a fit of giggles because she sounded more like a frog than a "big girl." She sat at the breakfast table and took requests from her brother. "Say 'Connor!' Now say 'waffles' again! Hahahahahaaa!"
I guess she already takes after me- I didn't take any sick days off of work while fighting my various illnesses, and she doesn't seem willing to give in either. As she gets older, I'll have to teach her the magic power of laryngitis. There is no better time to call in sick than when you sound like a frog- I would have let her call Brenda for me this morning if she had been willing. But she soldiered on, willing to take on a cold and rainy Monday as long as it meant she got to go to school and entertain her classmates with her "crooked" voice.
The boys have managed to avoid all this, which is great. (Knock on wood.) For our next trick, we will try with all our might to avoid the stomach flu that is going around my office. We were able to avoid the strep throat, but I can't imagine we'd get that lucky twice. At least I've got some sick days saved up, just in case.
For about three days I felt okay, then I slowly got a cold. I spent most of Thanksgiving weekend blowing my nose and wishing I could just lie in bed with my eyes closed. Instead of getting better, it got worse. According to Chip (and Web MD), I developed a sinus infection. I was considering visiting the doctor for some antibiotics until Chip (and Web MD) decided that Sudafed was the answer. And boy was it. I took generic Sudafed every four hours for five days, and finally started feeling like a normal person. Then Friday I had the stamina to shop. Saturday I had the energy to run after the kids. And today I got on a treadmill before my work day started. I feel like a new woman! Or possibly just like the old woman I used to be, before a month of illness wiped out my (considerable!) spark.
Chloe sensed our house was about to be free of illness, so she decided to step up her slightly runny nose and make it into a real cold. Her nose is now running like a faucet, and her voice is down to a croak. However, she doesn't know she's sick. In true Chloe fashion, she is all smiles and charm and finds her new voice hilarious. This morning I asked her how she felt, and she replied, "Good!" and then dissolved in a fit of giggles because she sounded more like a frog than a "big girl." She sat at the breakfast table and took requests from her brother. "Say 'Connor!' Now say 'waffles' again! Hahahahahaaa!"
I guess she already takes after me- I didn't take any sick days off of work while fighting my various illnesses, and she doesn't seem willing to give in either. As she gets older, I'll have to teach her the magic power of laryngitis. There is no better time to call in sick than when you sound like a frog- I would have let her call Brenda for me this morning if she had been willing. But she soldiered on, willing to take on a cold and rainy Monday as long as it meant she got to go to school and entertain her classmates with her "crooked" voice.
The boys have managed to avoid all this, which is great. (Knock on wood.) For our next trick, we will try with all our might to avoid the stomach flu that is going around my office. We were able to avoid the strep throat, but I can't imagine we'd get that lucky twice. At least I've got some sick days saved up, just in case.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
I Was Just Blousing. Browsing.
On Friday, I took a vacation day from work in order to finish up my Christmas shopping. I had a list of things I needed to get, and I knew which stores I needed to visit, and I also knew that there is one section of town where most of those stores are located. So I loaded up the old front-wheel-drive sleigh and headed to Wolfchase at 8:00 Friday morning. (Technically I arrived at 7:50. And stores were open!)
I was nervous, but at that time of day Wolfchase wasn't that bad at all. The traffic was really picking up by the time I left, three and a half hours later, but the stores were very manageable. From there I headed back to town in order to have lunch with Tiffany (hey- I deserved a glass of wine after visiting Wolfchase) and do some shopping with her. All in all, it was a very successful day.
Here's a list of the places I visited:
Kohl's
Toys R Us
Old Navy
TJ Maxx
Sports Authority
World Market
Bed Bath & Beyond
Davis-Kidd
Interim
Steinmart
Rack Room Shoes
TJ Maxx (again!)
Pottery Barn Outlet
Williams-Sonoma Outlet
West Elm Outlet
I can't make a list of my purchases, since some of it might be for you! But here's what I bought for myself (discount prices included):
A dress ($5.90)
Black Gloves ($5)
Sunglasses ($10)
Shampoo ($10)
Very reasonable, I think. And practical. I think it's worth noting that I left $100 worth of shoes behind at the Eastgate TJ Maxx- I showed serious restraint. I did take pictures of all of them to show Chip, though. Just in case he's not done with his shopping.
Now I only have one gift left to buy, assuming everything I ordered from Amazon (and Caleb) arrives on time. Now all I have to do is get it all wrapped! I'm ready!
I was nervous, but at that time of day Wolfchase wasn't that bad at all. The traffic was really picking up by the time I left, three and a half hours later, but the stores were very manageable. From there I headed back to town in order to have lunch with Tiffany (hey- I deserved a glass of wine after visiting Wolfchase) and do some shopping with her. All in all, it was a very successful day.
Here's a list of the places I visited:
Kohl's
Toys R Us
Old Navy
TJ Maxx
Sports Authority
World Market
Bed Bath & Beyond
Davis-Kidd
Interim
Steinmart
Rack Room Shoes
TJ Maxx (again!)
Pottery Barn Outlet
Williams-Sonoma Outlet
West Elm Outlet
I can't make a list of my purchases, since some of it might be for you! But here's what I bought for myself (discount prices included):
A dress ($5.90)
Black Gloves ($5)
Sunglasses ($10)
Shampoo ($10)
Very reasonable, I think. And practical. I think it's worth noting that I left $100 worth of shoes behind at the Eastgate TJ Maxx- I showed serious restraint. I did take pictures of all of them to show Chip, though. Just in case he's not done with his shopping.
Now I only have one gift left to buy, assuming everything I ordered from Amazon (and Caleb) arrives on time. Now all I have to do is get it all wrapped! I'm ready!
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Are You Sure You Ain't Santy Claus?
I'm sure you've wondered, "Are the ChockleyBlog children excited about Santa's impending visit?" I don't want to keep you in suspense any longer- the answer is yes.
Several weeks ago, Connor partook in one of his favorite holiday traditions- he got the extra-thick toy-themed Target circular from the Sunday paper and cut out pictures of the items he wanted most. Then he cut out pictures of things he thought Chloe should want. Then he arranged them in piles according to importance. For two weeks after that, every time he saw or heard mention of a toy that he had clipped from that ad, he said, "I'm getting that for Christmas!" Eventually I've gotten him to tone it down to, "I asked for that for Christmas!"
What is it that he wants? Everything. Santa definitely heard some of his requests, particularly those for a Leapster and a Bakugan battle set (What? I have no idea.) One request will be ignored, by both Santa and his helpers: the Nerf machine gun. That's right. Nerf has a machine gun! Sure, they call it a "dart blaster," but let's not pretend for a minute that this is anything but a machine gun. Sorry Connor- not gonna happen.
Chloe, in her happy-go-lucky way, isn't fixated on any particular toy. She talks a lot about Barbies, but that might just be because I've steered her in that direction. The one thing she is certain of, however, is that she is going to meet Santa Claus and talk to him when he comes to our house. No amount of talk about moving quietly, using magic, being super-fast, or even the fact that she could sleep through a tornado will deter her from this belief. So more than any toy, she is most looking forward to talking to Santa Claus in our living room.
Several weeks ago, Connor partook in one of his favorite holiday traditions- he got the extra-thick toy-themed Target circular from the Sunday paper and cut out pictures of the items he wanted most. Then he cut out pictures of things he thought Chloe should want. Then he arranged them in piles according to importance. For two weeks after that, every time he saw or heard mention of a toy that he had clipped from that ad, he said, "I'm getting that for Christmas!" Eventually I've gotten him to tone it down to, "I asked for that for Christmas!"
What is it that he wants? Everything. Santa definitely heard some of his requests, particularly those for a Leapster and a Bakugan battle set (What? I have no idea.) One request will be ignored, by both Santa and his helpers: the Nerf machine gun. That's right. Nerf has a machine gun! Sure, they call it a "dart blaster," but let's not pretend for a minute that this is anything but a machine gun. Sorry Connor- not gonna happen.
Chloe, in her happy-go-lucky way, isn't fixated on any particular toy. She talks a lot about Barbies, but that might just be because I've steered her in that direction. The one thing she is certain of, however, is that she is going to meet Santa Claus and talk to him when he comes to our house. No amount of talk about moving quietly, using magic, being super-fast, or even the fact that she could sleep through a tornado will deter her from this belief. So more than any toy, she is most looking forward to talking to Santa Claus in our living room.
Monday, December 08, 2008
Saturday, December 06, 2008
In It Up To Here
The recession has really hit home for us lately- not just in increased grocery bills, but in a flurry of calls from our creditors.
Now, before you start worrying about the state of the Chockley checkbook, let me clear something up. We may have more debt than we should, but our credit score is fine and we pay our bills every month without exception. It turns out, the recession isn't just making borrowers nervous- suddenly the creditors are worrying about paying bills too.
In one instance, a bill I thought I had sent in plenty of time apparently arrived a few days late. They assessed a $39 late fee, which I paid with the next month's bill. However, in the two weeks the $39 was pending, that company called us on our home and cell phones constantly. We started to get concerned that maybe there was a larger problem than just $39, so one day we answered and talked to them. Long story short, it ended with Chip saying, "We always pay our bill- are you really this concerned about $39?" The answer was, "Uh. . . yeah, we kind of are right now." Wow.
The other story is even better. One day, out of the blue. Wachovia (with whom we have our mortgage) gave us a call. I thought hey- things are rough for them right now. Maybe they are calling to thank us for buying a house that was within our budget! No. They were calling to see if we wanted to pay our bill right then, over the phone or online, rather than sending in a check. And keep in mind, our payment wasn't late. The due date had not come and gone. And they have received a check from us every month, without fail, for over seven years. Chip sputtered indignantly into the phone a few minutes then hung up bewildered.
We wondered if maybe that was some kind of scam, but it turned out to be legit. Then we looked back through our payment history to see if we had done anything to give them the impression we weren't going to pay. But after thinking about it a bit, we realized they probably had a bill they had to pay that week and just needed some extra cash on hand to cover it. I guess you do what you have to do to avoid those $39 late fees.
Now, before you start worrying about the state of the Chockley checkbook, let me clear something up. We may have more debt than we should, but our credit score is fine and we pay our bills every month without exception. It turns out, the recession isn't just making borrowers nervous- suddenly the creditors are worrying about paying bills too.
In one instance, a bill I thought I had sent in plenty of time apparently arrived a few days late. They assessed a $39 late fee, which I paid with the next month's bill. However, in the two weeks the $39 was pending, that company called us on our home and cell phones constantly. We started to get concerned that maybe there was a larger problem than just $39, so one day we answered and talked to them. Long story short, it ended with Chip saying, "We always pay our bill- are you really this concerned about $39?" The answer was, "Uh. . . yeah, we kind of are right now." Wow.
The other story is even better. One day, out of the blue. Wachovia (with whom we have our mortgage) gave us a call. I thought hey- things are rough for them right now. Maybe they are calling to thank us for buying a house that was within our budget! No. They were calling to see if we wanted to pay our bill right then, over the phone or online, rather than sending in a check. And keep in mind, our payment wasn't late. The due date had not come and gone. And they have received a check from us every month, without fail, for over seven years. Chip sputtered indignantly into the phone a few minutes then hung up bewildered.
We wondered if maybe that was some kind of scam, but it turned out to be legit. Then we looked back through our payment history to see if we had done anything to give them the impression we weren't going to pay. But after thinking about it a bit, we realized they probably had a bill they had to pay that week and just needed some extra cash on hand to cover it. I guess you do what you have to do to avoid those $39 late fees.
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
I'd Like to Try to Fumigate This Here Chair
Cleaning projects I completed while home with a sick child, which would go entirely unnoticed if I didn't specifically point them out:
1. Cleaned out my pajama drawer, getting rid of what I never wear and neatly folding the rest
2. Moved the couch to collect long-lost toys and then sweep
3. Removed the couch cushions and vacuumed underneath
4. Organized the scarf/gloves/hat shelf in the coat closet
5. Found a perfect spot for Connor's twin-bed-sized toy race track, underneath his elevated twin bed
1. Cleaned out my pajama drawer, getting rid of what I never wear and neatly folding the rest
2. Moved the couch to collect long-lost toys and then sweep
3. Removed the couch cushions and vacuumed underneath
4. Organized the scarf/gloves/hat shelf in the coat closet
5. Found a perfect spot for Connor's twin-bed-sized toy race track, underneath his elevated twin bed
Monday, December 01, 2008
Nervous or Excited?
I recently had the joy of teaching my kids the meaning of the words "optimist" and "pessimist." It went like this:
We were taking a different route home so that we could stop by Whole Foods. As we drove down Poplar, the kids kept asking where we were going. I vaguely said, "a store," so Chloe starting guessing that we were going in every store that we passed. When stopped at the light at Highland, Chloe pointed to Spin Street.
"Let's go in there!"
I replied that it would be fun, since that store has toys and stuff, but that wasn't it. Chloe agreed that it would be fun, while Connor took a different position.
"Chloe, why would you think it would be fun? You've never even been in there!!!"
I told him it was because Chloe is an optimist, or someone who assumes the best until proven otherwise. I also explained that he is a pessimist, because he generally assumes the worst until something good happens to prove him wrong. Before I could even finish, he crossed his arms over his chest, harrumphed, and said, "Fine then! I won't say anything else ever again!"
I tried not to laugh too hard as I explained to him that it's okay for people to have different outlooks on life, and that I love them both for who they are. I let Connor know that I was somewhere in the middle of where he and Chloe are- sometimes an optimist, sometimes a pessimist. He was satisfied with that explanation, but let me know that it didn't change his attitude one bit.
"That's fine, Mom, but I still don't want to go in that store."
I know, Connor. I know.
We were taking a different route home so that we could stop by Whole Foods. As we drove down Poplar, the kids kept asking where we were going. I vaguely said, "a store," so Chloe starting guessing that we were going in every store that we passed. When stopped at the light at Highland, Chloe pointed to Spin Street.
"Let's go in there!"
I replied that it would be fun, since that store has toys and stuff, but that wasn't it. Chloe agreed that it would be fun, while Connor took a different position.
"Chloe, why would you think it would be fun? You've never even been in there!!!"
I told him it was because Chloe is an optimist, or someone who assumes the best until proven otherwise. I also explained that he is a pessimist, because he generally assumes the worst until something good happens to prove him wrong. Before I could even finish, he crossed his arms over his chest, harrumphed, and said, "Fine then! I won't say anything else ever again!"
I tried not to laugh too hard as I explained to him that it's okay for people to have different outlooks on life, and that I love them both for who they are. I let Connor know that I was somewhere in the middle of where he and Chloe are- sometimes an optimist, sometimes a pessimist. He was satisfied with that explanation, but let me know that it didn't change his attitude one bit.
"That's fine, Mom, but I still don't want to go in that store."
I know, Connor. I know.
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