I said in my last bitchy little post I would next mention some things that are making me happy. So, to wit:
* Maggie and I went to see Liz/Elizabeth Mitchell at the super-awesome Ladel's Books last week. The show was honestly kind of a disaster -- she has a soft, sweet voice that can't project over traffic noise and a zillion little kids, and there was no microphone. Plus, there was this horrible smell from a nearby dumpster that stole over the crowd as the show progressed.
However, I loved what I did hear so opted to buy the CD. Even though the show didn't go well, she could not have been nicer or more gracious, and signed our CD, played with Maggie and said nice things about her. Plus, her husband plays guitar and she included her daughter and goddaughter in the show as harmonica players and backup singers. I think family bands are really cool (I always imagine familes who play music together gathered around the fireplace having a fine old time singing and strumming their guitars all hootenanny-like), so that was fun to see. Totally want to start a family band now (although I would have to piggyback on Paul and Maggie's musical talent, doomed to be the Ringo of my family band).
The CD is wonderful. The songs are all traditional children's folksongs and some that aren't specifically kid's songs ("Three Little Birds" for one). They are pretty, melodic, and easy for even a tone-deaf non-singer like me to sing. Maggie has already learned several songs from the CD and we've only listened to it maybe 3-4 times. Two-year-olds? Awesome singers.
* Maggie got a toy for completing her sticker chart for potty training. She wanted a stuffed animal, and chose a big stuffed rottweiler-looking thing. Which she named, wait for it, Ragsdale Mango the Third. (Ragsdale and the Third comes from the Sandra Boynton song "Fifteen Animals." I have no earthly idea where the "Mango" came from).
* I can see a day this child might be potty trained. Maybe even before high school.
* My sweet husband fetched me my pregnancy-craving dinner last night. I haven't had a ton of these this go-round, but this one was macaroni and cheese and meatloaf from the deli of one of the fancy markets around here. Had to have it, nothing else would be as good, and it HAD to be from there, it could not be homemade. Weird. But nice of Paul to not act like it was as weird as it was.
* Speaking of pregnancy etc., I am feeling the baby move. So wondrous, these little flickers and nudges and spins. It's too soon for Paul to feel it, so for now it's just me and Deuce.
This one seems quite active. Maggie wasn't, which is ironic because she never. stops. moving now. So I wonder if I might even be getting a kid capable of sitting still for more than two seconds! Wooo!
See? Pleasant. Positive. Life is actually more than okay.