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We’re back from a marvelous spring break! C. and I spent two weeks traveling to see my parents in Las Vegas, then R. joined us all to travel out to San Diego for a fun little road trip. Two weeks without dogs, cats, school, cooking, working, and all of my other normal responsibilities? Blissful. When I tell people that my parents live in Las Vegas, their immediate comment is that it must be so much fun to visit them. Sure, my parents are fun, but truthfully, it’s not that different than visiting parents who live anywhere else. We don’t hit The Strip; we don’t gamble; we don’t go clubbing. We just hang out with family, enjoy the sunshine, and we eat (yes, at the occasional buffet), because that’s what my family does when we’re together, and may I just say we do it really, really well.

So off to San Diego we went in a really sweet rented minivan. Holy crap, y’all. When did those things get so high-end and easy to drive? I’m embarrassing myself as I write this, but it was nearly brand new, and it was really, really, really swanky. The buttons! To open and shut the big doors! So convenient! And the bucket seats! So comfy! BUT. Those of you familiar with downtown San Diego will know that a minivan is a downright stupid vehicle choice in that city. Not only is traffic heavy and unyielding (apparently lane-changing is frowned upon by the locals), parking is impossible to find. Not to pat myself on the back, but I parallel parked that monstrosity TWICE (successfully, I should probably note), and I had to navigate it through parking structures that must have been designed with Smart Cars in mind (we had only inches to spare on either side of the vehicle, and all of my traveling companions chose to close their eyes to quell their fears).

Aside from that, San Diego was lovely. We hit the beach at Coronado Island, and I grew insanely jealous of the people living in those gorgeous houses facing the water. We hit Legoland in Carlsbad, which, I’ll admit, I would have loved at C’s age. She, of course, had a blast, and the rest of us tagged along to watch her enjoy herself. We also managed to hit the San Diego Zoo, which R. and I hadn’t been to since our honeymoon nearly 12 years ago. We trudged for miles through that place, and despite sore feet, we all loved it. Aside from touristy things, we ate, and ate, and ate some more at some truly exquisite restaurants. The Gaslamp Quarter downtown has an amazing selection of restaurants, and we were lucky to pick 3 at random that were so freaking good.

So there’s my very unexciting recap of Spring Break. I’m thinking, though, that I might *gasp* post some pictures of our adventures. That would a) be very out of character since up until recently, I’ve been incredibly paranoid about outing myself online, and b) probably make this post a lot more interesting. Let’s see how long it takes me to get them transferred to my computer, then we’ll talk.

Anybody else do anything fun over spring break?

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Dangit, I have no excuse for not posting yesterday. It seems that posting every day is really not going to work for me. But I’m posting some! Which is better than none! Which pre-supposes a rather high level of caring on your part that may or may not actually correspond to reality!

New topic! Last night I dreamed about getting a dog. Her name was Maggie, and she was a shelter dog, but a perfect, non-shedding, well-behaved, nice shelter dog. We’ve been talking about getting a dog for a few months now, and we haven’t pulled the trigger. If I’m going to be perfectly honest, I think that all of this dog-talk is really displaced baby talk. As you’re probably already aware, Mr. Shoe and I are the happy parents of one C. She’s sweet, reasonably well-mannered, loving, kind. She’s our girl. And for a long time, I’ve thought that she might be our only. Post-partum wasn’t easy for me. She didn’t sleep well (and I’m the kind of girl who needs her sleep to be, you know, not stark raving mad), I struggled with going back to work, I got mastitis 3 times (or was it 4? I can’t even remember), and Mr. Shoe and I were struggling with our marriage all at the same time. Yeah, that was some kind of party at our house. I still think she could be our only, and that our family would be perfect the way it is, and yet when I see lots of teeny babies around me, it’s hard not to wonder about what it would be like to have another. So my question is this: how do you know when/if you’re ready for another?

I’ve made laundry lists of pros (snuggly, tiny, cute, sibling for C, what’s not to like?) and cons (no sleep, diapers, higher cost of living, more tuition, less travel, no sleep, nooooo sleeeeep, turning C’s life upside down, feeling like I’m starting from square one again), and I don’t know. I feel like my job is to do the best I can by C. Make decisions in her best interest, and in our family’s best interest, and it’s really hard to think of a nebulous, not-yet-conceived person as necessarily in our best interest. Some people talk about feeling like their family is incomplete, and…I don’t know what they’re talking about. I have half-siblings who never lived with us when I was growing up, and I was essentially raised an only child, I have no concept of feeling like three is incomplete.

And yet, C is going to be 4 soon, and we always said if we were going to have more, they would be about 5 years apart which means we’re getting really close. And we can both argue it both ways. And I have no idea.

Sooo….maybe we need to just get a dog?

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Traditions

Earlier in the year when I was struggling a bit, I sought out the help of a parenting coach. My wonderful friend Jen recommended one to me, and I found the coach tremendously helpful and supportive. By way of background, C was going through a rough phase, I was feeling so very overwhelmed and so very unsure of myself that I felt like I needed to talk to someone who could help me sort through all of that mess. (And by the simple act of typing those words, I wonder how our grandparents and parents survived without those kinds of professionals…)

So anyways, one of the things she and I talked about was how kids enjoy rhythms and traditions that they can anticipate and count on. From daily traditions like what you eat for breakfast each day of the week, to annual traditions around major holidays, there were a lot of traditions from her own family life that she shared with me. At first I thought “Oh noes! We don’t have traditions! C will be forever damaged!” Then I realized that we do, in fact, have these traditions, I just wasn’t thinking of them as such. I also felt like we could stand to incorporate a few new ones into our repertoire. And after mulling the idea over some more, I realized just how much I love the idea of rhythms in our family’s life that not only help C figure out what to expect from the day-to-day, but also help to ground me.

Here’s a few of ours:
-C LOVES to sleep in our bed. Friday nights, we let her. We usually don’t have anywhere to be on Saturday mornings, so it’s a great time to re-connect after a long week.
-Saturday nights have turned into Family Movie Night. We usually watch something short and age-appropriate for C, and we pop kettle corn and veg out.
-Sundays we all go grocery shopping together. I like that she’s learning about food and where it comes from, and that she’s an active participant in preparing for our meals for the week.
-Sunday nights are Sunday Night Shoe Family Ice Cream Night. We walk to one of our neighborhood ice cream shops (There are 3 within a short walk from our house; don’t hate me! It’s a curse!), and we eat ice cream together (seriously, what’s not to love about this tradition).
-Last year, C and I went to see the Nutcracker at Christmas time. We’re turning that into an annual mother/daughter tradition. I’m really looking forward to going with her this year, because I think she’ll love it even more than she did last year.
-Every year, we go to pick out our Christmas tree together and Mr. Shoe gets the honor of chopping it down.
-Every year, we spend Christmas morning at OUR house. We open presents in our jammies, eat a delicious, greasy breakfast, and celebrate with just the three of us before moving on to any family celebrations.
-We also do Thanksgiving at our house. Mr. Shoe’s schedule is such that traveling Thanksgiving weekend isn’t usually feasible. Thus, we cook at our house, and everyone we know (family, chosen family, and friends) is welcome to join us.

There’s more, for instance the minutiae involving our daily routines, but the ones I just mentioned are some of the big ones that I love. I’m trying to think of something to do each year for C’s birthday, but I haven’t come up with a good one yet. Do you have any ideas? What about your family rhythms? Do you remember any from your childhood with fondness? Have you started any as an adult that you love? Now that I’ve shared mine, I’d love to hear about yours.

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Remember how I was already tired and feeling a wee bit overwhelmed? Right, well this week got a smidge worse. I had hit hump day and thought I was in the home stretch for a nice relaxing weekend when I got a phone call from my dad. It seems that my brother died unexpectedly on Wednesday of…something. They’re still not sure if it was a heart attack, stroke, or what. This is devastating in so many ways to so many people, but for the moment, I need to be detached because this huge, monumental, terrible event as well as the rest of the week’s crap is threatening to swallow me whole. So we need to travel home again and be with my family. Then, one of our cats started acting sick (I don’t have a dog, so it couldn’t possibly die, so this was apparently the next best thing to a very tired cliche). Off to the vet we had to go before leaving for the funeral. Turns out the cat needs antibiotic drops in her eyes and nose. Then, Sweet Girl started having diarrhea yesterday. Seriously? SERIOUSLY?! 24 hours of liquid poo later we’re at HER doctor (which is infested with sick, sneezing, coughing, petri dish children) to make sure she’s safe to travel tomorrow. Turns out there’s something going around, and she should be better in about a FRIGGIN’ WEEK. Heaven help me, I don’t think I can manage toddler diarrhea for a week, much less with two long flights in the middle. Then, our local municipality sent us a letter stating we owe $2,000 in taxes. Am I being Punk’d? All of this in the span of 48 hours. Fine, you’ve got me; I’m crying uncle already. Truce! I surrender! MAKE IT STOP!

So all that to say that I’m going to be out of touch for a bit, and I’m going to try to survive, and when I come back, I’ll process what’s going on and deal with it more appropriately, and maybe even talk about it with you here, if I decide it’s my place to share the story. But right now, survival is the only thing I can tangibly work towards, and I’ve only got so much left to give. Bear with me, and if you can, say some prayers or send some good thoughts in our direction. Our family needs it in a big way right now.

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I’m home and partially settled from a week-long vacay to see my parents in Las Vegas. It wasn’t as much of a vacation as I had hoped it would be because I still had to tend to work issues that arose in my absence, but nevertheless, it gave me a much-needed break from the daily grind. The down-side of being around my parents for a whole week is that my daughter is now extremely displeased living life without a constant stream of treats, toys, and new diversions around every corner. She ate more ice cream in one week than she normally eats in 2 months, and brought home several obnoxious (read: noisy) toys that she adores. And really, I can’t gripe at my parents for how they indulge her. They absolutely adore her, and she’s my dad’s youngest grandchild and only granddaughter, and my mom’s only grandchild (Dad was previously married). They also live thousands of miles away and see her once every few months. They all three get so much joy out of it that I can’t complain.

Aside from watching my child get spoiled, I basically spent the week eating, hanging out with my parents, eating, seeing my siblings and nephews, eating, and…well, that’s it. Oh, and I played some nickel poker while I was there. And lost $20. Really, my life is terribly glamorous and exciting. But these days, low-key vacations are about all I can handle.

Anyways, that’s where I’ve been, and that’s why it’s been so quiet around these here parts. Now I just need to finish unpacking, which, given the amount of gear we lugged to Vegas should take me roughly 3 months.

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