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Slowly but surely - Timothy and Heather

Ok... I've got Bobbin's photo albums back up, and the "about us" page. Of course, any of you reading this blog already knows about us, because you are either friends of ours, or family members. But it will serve us well in our later years, as senility sets in.

Not entirely sure what I'm gonna do with this once I get it organized again. "Bobbin" is now age 6, and has forbidden the use of "Bobbin" as her nickname, and I've found another venue for sharing news and photos with family and friends. I think if I do continue this, I'll revert back to it being more about me :-)

TimothyAndHeather.com is in the process of undergoing an upgrade so things might look a little unusual for a little while. It's temporary. Thanks for bearing with me!

Heather

Facebook Status Update - Tuesday April 12th, 2011 at 9:22pm

Heather lulled her daughter to sleep with the sounds of f-bombs echoing from the master bathroom as she stood ankle-deep in liquified cat poop, plunging her overflowing toilet. The plumber is due to arrive at 9am. The man on the phone had a kind and soothing voice. I need a shower. Lizzie will need therapy. And some tutelage in the inappropriateness of the language she heard spewing from Mommy's mouth.


Facebook Chat with Tim - Tuesday April 12th, 2011 at 9:24pm

Tim • 9:24pm:
  • is it fixed?
Me• 9:26pm:
  • nope. it's full and stinky.
Tim • 9:26pm:
  • I'm sorry
Me • 9:27pm:
  • I'm sorry too.
  • It's not your fault.
  • I just was TOTALLY f***ing GROSSED out.
  • My feet were awash, literally, in liquified cat poop.
  • My hands kept slipping down the plunger handle into the brown soupy mess in the bowl.
  • The only way I could push hard enough was by getting my face 6 inches from the toilet on the down stroke.
  • It was all I could do to not add to the clog by puking, given the stench.
  • Otherwise, it's been a lovely evening.

Me - 9:28pm:


  • Steve's Plumbing in Bellevue is coming in the morning at 9am.

  • They were the only listing under "plumber" the operator could find when I called 411.

  • Probably 'cause they all have 800 numbers now.

  • Whatever.

  • He sounded like a nice man who's talked with lots of panicked housewives over the years.

  • But I shouldn't have gotten all shriek-y with you on the phone. I'm sorry.

Tim • 9:29pm:


  • I accept your apology



Me • 9:33pm

  • UGH! It gets WORSE!



Tim • 9:34pm


  • what do you mean?



Me • 9:34pm

  • I can't edit any blog entries on timothyandheather.com!!!

  • I sign into www.timothyandheather.com. I create a new entry. I type in a new title. Then I go to the edit box and nothing happens.

  • I am having a Very Bad Day.

  • Any day in which you smell like poop and can't blog about it is, by definition, a bad day.


Any day in which you smell like poop and can't blog about it is, by definition, a bad day.
- Heather, Tuesday April 12th, 2011, 9:34pm.

Prinnea's Wish - Timothy and Heather

Bobbin's Cool Aunt Sarah and Uncle Mike gave Bobbin this AWESOME present for Christmas. It's called "illustory" and basically it's a kit for writing and illustrating your own story, and then sending it in to have it published and bound like a real story book. Way cool.

They provide the form for you to fill in with the text, and each form contains a square box in which you draw the picture to go with the text. Your story can consist of a maximum of 18 pages (plus the cover), with a maximum of 20 words per page. If you decide to submit electronically, you can do 50 words per page but are still bound by the 18 page limit.

Bobbin has an active imagination, and likes to let her thoughts wander randomly and so by the time we were done we were approximately 400 words over the limit and had to do some serious editing. I told her "This is a great story, but it isn't all going to fit in the book. It's too long. We'll have to cut some of it". This being her first real editorial experience, her first question was "do you want to use my scissors to cut it out?" so I had to explain the process.

Once she had the basics, she was a natural editor. I was actually just as impressed with her choices for cuts as I was with the story itself!

At any rate, it is with great pleasure that I present you with the final edited draft of "Prinnea's Wish", the title of Bobbin's soon-to-be first publication. Dedications, of course, will go out to family and friends and Aunt Sarah and Uncle Mike will be the first to receive a 1st edition bound copy hot off the presses :-) We're still in the process of illustrating, which as you all know takes time and can't be rushed, but in the meantime I wanted to share the words. It's so cute :-)

The original title was "Prinnea Saves the Kingdom" but after the story was finished, upon analysis Bobbin concluded that she didn't actually save the kingdom from anything, so we considered several titles and landed on "Prinnea's Wish".

Prinnea's Wish
By Bobbin

Once there was a little girl named Prinnea. She lived in a large kingdom. She loved to go to the park every day to play with her friend Lola.

One night the bad guys came. The people of the kingdom started building a huge wall. But the bad guys could get over it. The bad guys threw bursts of fire on the wall so they could get into the castle where all the people were hiding. Lola's family ran away during the fight.

The bad guys finally left. Everyone came out. Then there was a big storm. Everyone got their coats on. After the storm came some sunshine, then a huge rainbow.

Everyone tried to catch the rainbow. Someone yelled "There's a pot of gold!" They tried to grab it but it faded.

Then Prinnea went inside thinking about how she missed Lola. She went into the woods to pick some berries for ink. She met another girl in the woods her own age. Her name was Audrey. Audrey helped her pick berries.

Prinnea asked Audrey if Audrey could come over to the king's castle. Audrey replied "Yes!" So Audrey came over the next day.

They had a lot of fun until Midnight. Then they sprinkled reindeer food around their homes and went to bed.

In the morning, Prinnea got an invitation to a playdate in the forest where Audrey lived. They played all day. The forest was really fun and Prinnea told her mother she had a great time at Audrey's. Her mother asked "Who?" Prinnea replied, "A little girl that lives in the forest." Her mother said "I would really like to meet that little girl that lives in the forest." Her mom was happy that Prinnea met Audrey. Prinnea was happy too and really proud of herself.

Prinnea loved Audrey and still loved Lola. Then Prinnea met a boy named Zachary and Zachary wanted to marry her.

When Prinnea was all grown up, she married Zachary. She received a red rose from Zachary. She kept it in a vase until all the petals fell off. As the last petal fell, Prinnea made a wish. She wished that she could see rainbows every day and she wished to have 2 children. She did have one little boy she named Zander. She lived happily ever after.

This Year's Bobbin List - Timothy and Heather

As has been the case ever since she was old enough to talk (which seems like eons ago and also like yesterday all at once), Bobbin's wish list for this Christmas has been pretty consistent.

Her Santa letter consists of the following 3 requests, which Santa has already begun working on:

1. Pogo Stick
2. Trampoline
3. Steel Drum (Hah! You thought it was gonna be something bouncy, didn't you? Our girl is NOT That predictable :-))

Also receiving honourable mention are:

1. "Toothless" from "How to Train Your Dragon". She would really dearly love to have the real Toothless show up at our door looking for a forever home. But in lieu of that, I'm quite sure that a stuffed replica would be VERY well received and extremely loved. I'm told that one of Santa's helpers is already quite far along on a quest for this elusive but charming dragon.

2. a stuffed "Bullseye", the horse from Toy Story 2 & Toy Story 3. A stuffed Jesse to go with it would also be a hit, I"m quite sure!

3. She's interested in starting a porcelain doll collection. No idea where this one came from.

4. She's asked several times for a wooden doll clothes wardrobe - the kind that fits clothes for 18" dolls.

And of course, books, books and more books! Our baby is READING!!!! Anything that is appropriate for K-1st grade she will devour happily on her own! Chapter books are also extremely popular at bedtime for me to read to her. She's a huge fan of Frances Hodgsen Burnett and Roald Dahl both. I'm thinking the next author I want to introduce her to for bedtime chapter book reading is Madeline L'Engle. We haven't tried C.S. Lewis yet either, which I think she'll really enjoy! I definitely want to read the Narnia books to her.

Anyway - that's Miss Bobbin's current list, for those of you who have been asking!

Tim vs. The Bear - Timothy and Heather

All smiles - Timothy and Heather

"What are you doing?" I ask Bobbin as I catch her leaning forward in her carseat and tilting her head this way and that with eyes squinted and teeth flashing. "Practicing my smile for Christmas. How's this?" she asks in return, and then paints a modest smile with eyelashes fluttering on her face for me. "It's good for at least 3 presents from Santa" was what I successfully refrained from saying. She did look darn cute. But really. Practicing? Her Christmas smile? God help us all.

History Lesson - Timothy and Heather

I have NO idea how we found ourselves on this topic, but at some point during a shopping trip to Target, Bobbin started asking about ships, and how big cruise ships can float instead of sink, and what makes them sink. And I threw out what I thought would be an innocent example of a big cruise ship that was built almost a hundred years ago now, that was sunk by an iceberg during its maiden voyage.

First of all, let me impress you with the fact that my daughter's vocabulary now includes such words and phrases as "Maiden Voyage", "life boats", "foyer", "Hull", and "Bouyancy" and that she knows what they mean and uses them in sentences.

What started as a curiosity about how something works has, invariably, through a combination of her curiosity and my attention to detail, desire to be thorough, and enjoyment of story telling (and hearing myself talk, some would say) turned into an obsession. A subject to be completely researched and understood from top to bottom, port to starboard, stern to bow.

Somehow the topic was resurrected this evening. Again, I know not what led us there, but we ended up drawing this picture so that I could explain to her a) why it wasn't possible for the Titanic to simply "drive over" the iceberg or "back up" or just "hurry up and get to shore" after it made initial contact, and thereby avoiding the tragic deaths of 1, 522 passengers and crew members. And b) to illustrate that an iceberg that looks like the size of our house from the ocean surface which isn't *that* big compared to a gigantic cruise ship the size of the Titanic is actually so much larger when you look below the water line. What can I say. It's who I am.

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Yes, I said "we". See, I was responsible for drawing the ships (the one afloat, and the other sinking), the iceberg, and the waterline, feeling these details were sufficient to summarize the facts of the historic event to a 5 year old. I do have some sense of appropriateness. Bobbin took over from there, adding in some (but not enough, to stay consistent with the facts) life boats; people on the ship, in the water, and in the life boats; waves; cracks in the berg; and dead bodies... yes, dead bodies - her words - adrift in the icy waters. Those would be the 4 figures in the bottom center of the drawing. She also asked me to describe the weather that day the titanic sank (I am not kidding) . I said it was night when the ship hit the iceberg but it wasn't until the next morning that any survivors were rescued, so she drew only a partial sun representing the sunrise and filled the rest of the sky with bleak clouds and darkness.

That's my girl. Ever the stickler for details and accuracy. So proud, am I. Slightly creeped out, but still proud :-)

Bobbin's Own BFG - Timothy and Heather

I started reading Roald Dahl's "The BFG" to Bobbin a few nights ago. The first night we started, I got through 4 chapters with her. She wanted more but I could tell she also needed sleep. She was riveted from the first pages.

I always make a point of spending a few minutes after each set of chapters chatting about what we had just read. It was in the chat after the first 4 chapters that I learned that Bobbin has her own Big Friendly Giant who visits her each night while she's sleeping.

Bobbin's BFG's name is Thomas. He has a wife named Thomasina, an emphatic point Bobbin brought forth animatedly, to counter the statement in the book made by the BFG that there are no female giants, as he explained to Sophie that giants are not born but just "appear" into being, hence how they can exist without mothers.

Thomasina takes over for Thomas when he's sick, apparently. Which doesn't happen often but has happened a few times recently.

Just like Sophie's BFG, Thomas is a friendly giant and not an eater of Human Beans. And like the BFG, he visits the human world each night to bring good dreams children. Instead of using a trumpet, the BFG's instrument of choice, Thomas uses a flute to blow his dreams in through the bedroom windows and into the minds of the sleeping chiddlers.

Bobbin has a Dream Catcher hanging above her bed. We put it up there a while back when she was going through a period of exceptionally troublesome nightmares. Thomas and Thomasina also apparently empty out the dream catcher on their nightly visits - collecting the bad dreams that have been ensnared by the dream catcher and hauling them away in a large sack.

The fun thing about Bobbin's story is that it has continued to live on and evolve, as we continue to read each night. It's very consistent. Thomas, Thomasina, the flute, the dreams. He's become quite a friend of Bobbin's. She's very fond of him. And she continues to insist that Roald Dahl has messed up his research on one very important subject: the existence of female giants. Thomasina is apparently not very happy with him on this point.

Bobbin also has made a point of calling out the fact that unlike the mean giants in the book, Thomas is quite the snappy dresser and he takes care to brush his teeth regularly so his breath doesn't stink. I was glad to hear it.

As for me - I'm enjoying the entire experience. I never read The BFG as a child. I read the Charlie books and some others but not The BFG. And so of course as an adult reading it for the first time, I'm quite enthralled with the BFG's quiet intelligence and the between-the-lines messages for us human beans, and just as entertained as Bobbin by his grammar and vocabulary. Although it is quite a challenge sometimes to read aloud as a result. I noticed, somewhat to my own surprise this evening as I read to her, that The BFG has a slight but consistent newfie accent in his voice. Wonder where that comes from? :-)

A Life Less Stressful - Timothy and Heather

Life is good again. Complicated, but good. The train is back on the tracks.

First, we have a new kitty litter box. The kitties are using it exclusively even though it is NOT in our bedroom. It cleans itself. Washes, rinses, and blows itself dry. I'm not kidding. It's hooked up to the toilet's water supply, and whenever the kitties do their business in it, as soon as they are done it scoops up any solid waste and grinds it up into slush, then sprays water on the inside and washes and rinses the tiny plastic litter bits, and then spits all of it out into the toilet through a tube, and then blows itself dry with warm air. All we have to do is push the flusher on the toilet and whoooosh, away it goes. Our bathroom smells like fresh linen when it's done. Since we got it, they've used it religiously and we haven't had a single incident outside of the litter. But that's not the best part. You'd think it would be but it's not. The best part is that we no longer have a litter box in our bedroom. Which, prior to getting The Cat Genie (yes, that's its name), was the only room they would go in, despite the fact that we also had a kitty litter box in the laundry room. And that means I no longer have a floor littered with litter bits (pun intended), or little dusty paw prints. And our bedroom does not smell like cat pee or uncleaned litter. We have reclaimed our bedroom.

We have also reclaimed the space in the laundry room previously occupied by the unused litter boxes. Tim's built in a floor-to-ceiling pantry area where it used to be. Which means I no longer have Costco-sized econo-packages of toilet paper and paper towels sitting on the kitchen floor or stuffed into random cupboard space. They are now sitting on the pantry shelves.

Secondly, we have finally, FINALLY solved our after-school child care woes. For two days a week, Bobbin will get picked up by her old pre-K school and transported back to their place where she will spend the afternoon with the teachers she has gotten to know and trust over the last two years. And I am in the process of shifting my schedule so that one day a week I am off. Yes, O-F-F off. I'm going to work 10 hrs/day 4 days a week so I can stay home one day a week. I'll be able to get household chores done in the morning (read N-A-P) when she's at school and then I'll get to spend the rest of the day with her when she gets home. I'm already leaving before she wakes up at least 2 days a week. What's 2 more? Tim will cover the other 2 days a week that remain. there will be a rare exception where he'll need to work but we now have a couple of sitter options available to us.

Which brings me to number three. There is hope for real date nights in the near future. And possibly girls days out too. I have at least 2 babysitter options to try out for occasional evening and weekend sitting needs. I may get some semblance of a social life back again.

Number four: I finally have a new doctor. One who is 100% covered by my current medical insurance. Which means no more phone tag, snail mail tag, or heated discussions with my insurance provider over what they consider a reasonable reimbursement amount is for each procedure code. And she's got me on new meds, that only require me to take 1 pill a day and seem to be more effective as well.

Five - I've got a new calendar system to manage the crazy schedules for Bobbin, Tim, me, and the babysitter / child care. It's called Cozi - a free online calendar service that takes feeds from just about any calendar solution you can think of (Outlook/Exchange, gMail, iCal, Hotmail/MSN) and even has built-in feeds for most school districts and professional sports teams, and aggregates them together into a single place where you can view, manage, and even change/delete appointments for the whole family. I highly recommend it. It's so central to our household that I even bought a new flatscreen monitor, mounted it on the kitchen wall where my old paper wall calendar used to be, and keep Cozi up, running, and displayed on it full screen 24x7. I am SO on top of it I'm returning school paperwork before they even send it home to be filled out, because Cozi tells me to go to the district website to download the forms and send them in.

Six: We have finally opened an official college savings fund for Bobbin; something that we kept meaning to do but putting off. She will actually be able to afford college in 13 years when she graduates high school. Oh good lord. It seems like that is coming way too soon. But at least we're ready and have an actual plan for it :-)

Lastly, I am finally back on the household finances horse. After a 5 year hiatus from dealing with all things bank and bill related, Tim and I finally concocted a working system that lets me share the account balancing and bill paying responsibility. Which, like the Kitty Litter Box Cleaning Tim had been kind enough to have handled completely and very capably, while I worked through my Very Different Life after having Bobbin.

And then, the icing on the very organized layer cake that I now have happening in this house, Tim went and bought some old highschool lockers (in excellent condition) for a steal of a price and installed them in our laundry room as a place for us to hang our coats, bags, hats, stash our reuasable grocery bags and shoes, etc. He's a genius. I would never have thought of this. They look WAY cool, mod, hip... whatever the kids are saying these days... they were CHEAP, and they fit perfectly and work great. And it solves one of the minor pet peeves I've had essentially since the day we moved in.

So... life is still very complicated, but it is more organized and predictable. It's taken us a long long time to get here, but we have arrived.

And now that I've said that, I'm sure somewhere a shoe has dropped. Murphy's law, and all that. I just hope that it fits in the lockers and doesn't smell like cat poop.

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