Tonight
Posted by Carrie on 05 Jan 2009 | Tagged as: Completely random, Gabriel, Samuel
The dress is upstairs. Eric liked it. Oh, yes, he did. 
Really, it should have some sort of strappy heel to go with it, but my feet are somewhat less than delicate in appearance, even after weight loss. They’re large, and they come at the bottom of calves that, while no longer exactly “plump,” are most definitely not slender. They are working calves. Dainty shoes look almost absurdly out of place on me. On the other hand, I had to warn Eric that the dress was going to look different on me than on the mannequin because the mannequin had apparently been neglecting its shoulder presses; my muscles are very obvious in this design, so it’s either love it or hate it with no in betweens. Luckily, Eric’s a fan of my muscles (or at least professes to be; perhaps bulging biceps could tend to “encourage” that sort of reassurance…).
Pictures later. I have yet to be in the same room with the dress and my camera. Soon, though!
School and work restarted today, and Gabe didn’t know what to do with himself, except for a pretty firm idea that it involved not letting me, the remaining member of his entertainment troupe, out of his sight. It was a very long day for both of us; hopefully, when preschool starts tomorrow, he’ll find his ability and desire for independent time once more. Sam says school was “great.” That’s all I ever get from him, unless the news is dire. Why can’t I have one of those kids who wants to tell me every little thing that went on while he was away for the day? I know, I’d complain then, too, but at least I’d know what’s happening in his life. A mama is supposed to know, isn’t she? I swear, it’s not from lack of interest on my part. 
At least Gabe tells me, though he isn’t always clear and he hates to have to explain himself. “I played cups, Mom! I already told you that! Can we stop talking about it now?” Leaving me with the mystery of whether he’s playing with cups, cups, or cups. 
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on 05 Jan 2009 at 11:54 pm
Meagan said …
I think most school aged boys aren’t all that talky about their lives. I’ve read that specific questions work better: what did you learn about in social studies? Did you do anything interesting with Nick and James? But I don’t know since I don’t have kids, and I’d guess those things could just as easily be answered with “nothing” and “no.”
on 06 Jan 2009 at 6:13 am
dangitAnge said …
If you’d like to be talked to death, I can loan you one of my girls.
Okay, this is gonna sound wierd and stalker like–but I dreamed you came to MOPS in a new dress. I don’t remember if it was read but it had a spinny twirly skirt and every time I saw you that morning, you were standing off to the side, twirling a bit side to side to make the very full skirt spin a bit. I don’t remember the rest of what was going on, other than we were at church and I kept passing by you and you were spinnin’ your new dress. ROTFL!
on 06 Jan 2009 at 11:07 am
Naomi said …
Re the dress/strappy shoes/”working” calves conundrum: knee high boots. Preferably patent leather.
on 06 Jan 2009 at 9:57 pm
Kate said …
All I get out of my girl is “School was good.” So it’s not just a Boy Thing. I have figured out to ask things like “who got in trouble today?” or “Are you still talking about lizards in science class?”
More specific questions tend to open them up a bit, I think.
As to the shoe thing: look for a peep toe heel in a feminine fabric — peau de soie or satin. A brushed black satin will look fa-boo with that dress and it won’t be too “heavy” looking.
Pair it with a black shawl and a cute handbag and you are one hottt mama.
on 07 Jan 2009 at 6:43 pm
ashley said …
My son just says school was “fine” or “horrible.” Because of his autism/Asperger’s, I really have to get clues from the teacher in an agenda book, to see what he did that day.
I do the same thing with my high school kids at school. I email parents with snippets of the kids’ day (They read this, or we did that. We talked about this) so they have a conversational jumping off point.