Having a Cow

We are still playing the waiting game with all but two things. At long last our internet/cable/phone is finally sorted. And the boxes that were lined up in our entrance were also picked up by the largest man I have ever seen. I didn’t ask, but I’m sure his name was Olaf. Lanes was misbehaving just the same moment he decided to come and his arrival doused her tantrum on the spot. I wish I can an Olaf on call.

Had a lovely weekend with my friend Amy (Wash Coll) visiting followed by my sis and the whole Seattle shabang.  Lanes (and P and I) were delighted with the company, but the apt was deafeningly quiet when everyone left. Back to the work week (can unemployed people call it that?).

My annoyance with the cookie cutter moms continues, but I have not seen them due to the bad weather. They get to hang out in their SUVs while I battle the cantankerous stroller in the wind and freezing rain. Fair enough. They might melt if they stepped out.

I begrudgingly went with Lanes to her first field trip. I did not want to be stuck on a bus with the cookie cutters and Mystic Pizza hair. P was supposed to go but he conveniently wound up in another workshop/seminar so I had a cow about going with the cows to see the cows.

Turns out the cookie cutter moms did not come on the bus. They sent one of their parents with the kids instead. I guess they are too posh to ride on the bus. Or ok, I’ll be nice, they were probably doing stuff with their other two kids (since they have three a piece).

Mystic Pizza hair came on the bus. She did her usual ignoring thing in the beginning but then she nearly poked Lanes with an umbrella and she apologized and started talking to me. Then there was not stopping her!! Turns out she is not so bad after all, and even gave a tip on a job that might be opening up where she works.
And I made friends with another mom as well!! Progress. She drove to the farm since she had another small baby and she was really kind and offered to take my stroller in her car (the school was locked up when we got there since the teachers were stuck on the bus after the morning class went on the field trip).  Her son is apparently friends with Lanes since he was happy to see her and called her by name. Lanes did her usual ‘do I know you buddy?’ look.

On the way I think Lanes also made a friend since there was a rather chatty four year old in front of us who turned  round and held hands with Lanes for a long time. The skin on her thumb was peeling and to my horror, Lanes tried to ‘fix it’ by peeling more of it off (I did a quick application of Purell for that)!! Any old how it was cute to watch the two of them.

Then the four year old talked to another girl her age about their boyfriends and I nearly passed out. I looked quickly at big eyed innocent looking Lanes and thought, oh boy. Her Daddy is going to LOVE the boyfriend talk when that starts. Another mom laughed and told me her daughter said she has a boyfriend too!! Apparently four is a happening age. I’m so glad Lanes is still newly three: ) Esp for P’s sake.

Lanes was delighted with her field trip as she got to pet a cow and milk it. She also learnt where milk comes from and how to make butter, but I’m guessing that didn’t sink in so much. We were then taken to a barn where she got to pet a calf and then feed some cows. She was feeding one cow so enthusiastically, I think the cow thought Lanes was the bees knees!! We were all given chocolate milk at the end of the tour, which made both of us rather delighted. Much to the disspointment of Lanes’ new friend she passed out on the way back to school, exhausted after a day on the farm.

So at the end of the day, mother and daughter had a grand old time and peace was made with Mystic Pizza hair. Plus, although cloudy, it did not rain on us today. P continues to tweak his resume and the hunt for the right job (any job) continues. So same old same old. I’m glad to be making some progress in the mom front. Cookie cutter moms don’t bug me since I enjoy joking about them. You know, snide remarks make me happy:) More will follow…