Dang, the girls have been back in school for a week and two days, and I feel like we are all just getting back in the groove of things after spring break. Amazingly, we haven't overslept and missed the school bus. Usually after a break from school we miss the bus at least once the following week.
That, and I seem to have fallen back into the habit of playing Everquest II at night while waiting for the girls to fall asleep. I try to outlast them so I can take a bath without worrying about what they are up to or trying to keep them from climbing in the tub with me.
Celest is all for me playing Everquest; she calls it orange. She started calling it that about four years ago when I first began playing. I'm not sure what caused her to call it that, as there isn't anything overwhelmingly orange on the game or intro. Anyway, when we head to my bedroom she'll say, "Computer. Play orange please."
Then, once I'm fully imersed in my nerd persona (which is a necromancer, if you're interested), she'll sneak out of the room and get into things. It can be anywhere from a few seconds to a few minutes before I realize that she's gone. Very sneaky girl. Lotus usually takes advantage of the situation and sneaks out of the room as well.
Monday, April 6, 2009
For a while when Celest was younger she went through the phase of grabbing something and running away like she was a fugitive on Cops. This is a little more "age appropriate" for a three-to four-year-old. Now that she's almost eleven it's a bit less forgiveable. And a lot more annoying. Mainly because now she is faster and stronger, so it's harder for me to get things away from her. Generally she wants to either draw all over something that she shouldn't or eat and drink things that aren't hers.
I'm rethinking her career options: before I was leaning towards artist because of her interests and her pretentiousness (just kidding!), but now I'm thinking maybe competitive eating. Sure, it's gross and maybe unhealthy, but it could just be a side income. Never hurts to have multiple streams of income!
Yes, that is my bedroom wall that she has confinscated as her personal canvas. At some point I gave up on scrubbing the images off and instead began tracing the good ones onto paper.