I love this time of year.
Yesterday I did a shot and a half of whiskey and walked the boys over to the discount shopping plaza nearish to the house and told Jacob he could buy any school and/or art supply he wanted, no questions asked. I already got the stuff off his list, mostly. He still needs a dictionary but I can't find the specific Scholastic one the teacher is asking for. Plus it's $7 and I found a perfectly fine Webster's version at the Family Dollar for 99 cents. Why does every child need their own dictionary? Word look-up, much like pencil sharpening, is an amazing trick to get rid of the wigglies when you have to sit in school for seventy hours per day.
One of the things I love best about having the opportunity to work in the Philadelphia School Buildings is the abundance of manual grind pencil sharpeners bolted to the walls and heat registers.
I say heat because our school buildings tend to be heated but not air conditioned. They are big and breezy and look like something you see in the movies with the marble hallways with plaster crown molding and giant wooden and glass doors closing off the hallways and amazing architecture. Even the bad schools. Especially the bad schools. The better ones look like office complexes because they tend to be newer. They have air conditioning and electric pencil sharpeners and a shortage of twelve foot high plate glass paned windows to use for daydreaming and bird watching.
I needed the whiskey because discount shopping can be really itchy.
Jacob goes back to school next Tuesday. His camp is open until Thursday so I have to take Friday off. We are going to take the 20th Street bus downtown and have black and white cookies for breakfast at the new Famous 4th Street Deli- the one that's not on 4th Street- and then we are going to go to Payless Shoes so he can get new ballet shoes for school and then to the park at the Municipal Services Building with all the giant game piece sculptures and then to that amazing sushi place on 13th and Walnut to sit at the bar because Jacob has never been to a real sushi bar before and then catch the 12th Street bus to go school shoe shopping on Passyunk Ave because the shoes that I've been buying online for the last two years don't come in black anymore so we have to go find new ones.
Jake planned the day. I let him do that now and then. It makes him feel important, and that's a good way to feel.
He doesn't know how to tie his own shoes, which is going to make shoe shopping harder. He's not so good with fine motor skills, and I'm lazy and easily frustrated with people who don't have fine motor skills because I have the finest of fine motor skills but ghastly gross motor skills. It's like the perfect storm for a child living on the earth for seven and a half years who doesn't know how to tie his own shoes.
He can do just about everything else in the world though. Just ask him.
Including some Judo, which he started a couple weeks ago. It's adorable.
I mean totally awesome. Not adorable.
Nicholas is nine months and almost a week old. He's incredible. Crawling everywhere and pulling up and starting to scoot (is that what they call it? There is a name for that sort of thing. motor? something.) along the couch's edge.
He's giant, in the 86th percentile for height and the 62nd for weight. Still pretty bald, but still pretty. He eats anything that isn't nailed down. Still doesn't like to sleep much but he's getting better. No words yet, but he's trying. He has a tiny bit of a bottom tooth peeking through the gums, but nothing more.
Jacob was walking at 10 months and starting to give up the bottle, so we're probably in for a treat soon with this one too.
Cruising. That's what babies do when they pull up on something and move along it.
I'm still doing improv, but not for much longer. Our team has lost a few members to Mature Life Decisions and we decided to break up rather than replace anyone or go on as a shadow of ourselves. We've had a really successful and amazing run of things, so I feel pretty good about ending it here. We have a run at the Fringe Festival in a couple weeks and then another run of our improvised B Movie in the weeks before Halloween and then done. Even with the feeling good about the ending, I'm not sure how it will be to not have this in my life. It's one of the things I use to define myself when people ask me about me. I have a few ideas to replace it, but I think I'll start after the new year.
The real new year. Not my own personal new year which starts next week.
I have some new notebooks and I am going to take a look for new shoes this afternoon. I'm giving myself a pass from the Nothing New for One Year for a new pair of mary janes for autumn and spring because I had to throw my last ones out this year. It was a sad day.
These were not sad days: