I feel like we have a whole bunch of unfinished conversations going!
I've done two things for my resolution to act on generous impulses. Actually, it's been three, but I've already forgotten one. One of the ones I remember is that I impulsively ordered a box of chocolates for someone else while placing my own order. The other was weirder: I ordered a shirt for a classmate of Elizabeth's. The story on that is that it was on a really good clearance and I was ordering it in pink for Elizabeth because it's one of those fake-vintage-ad shirts and the name in the ad happens to be her aunt's name (my brother's wife, not Paul's sister). The shirt also came in purple, and the name of Elizabeth's aunt is the same as the name of Elizabeth's friend and classmate who LOVES purple and often comes dressed fully in purple. Boy, that's a long story. Anyway, it felt like a weird thing to order the shirt for someone else's child, but I referenced the resolution and DID IT. Then I held onto the shirt for two weeks, fretting about how to phrase the note I'd send with it to the parents I haven't met. Finally I did it, and got a very nice note back from the child's mother, and so that was a pleasing thing and I'm glad I did it.
I DID register Henry for preschool, and I feel happy about the decision. We recently finished paying off our 11-year-old minivan (sigh), and the amount of that payment will significantly assist us in making the preschool payment.
There are STILL no more baby fish, so either I'm wrong about the pregnant females or else something has gone wrong with those pregnancies. I'd place my bet on the former, except that they look JUST LIKE the photos I saw online of pregnant platys, and not all the females in the tank look that way: the two I think are pregnant are about twice the thickness in the tum area, plus they have dark marks at the back of the tum, which are supposed to be indicators of pregnancy (the more you know! *shimmer sound*). So what I'm hoping for is that everything is FINE but that I'm wrong about how soon the babies are supposed to be born.
I can't believe I'm pacing the waiting room over BABY FISH.
I found all the comments on whether to let William quit the clarinet SO HELPFUL. I waited until he was trapped with me in the car, and then I basically told him all the options you guys mentioned, from "quit altogether" to "stick it out," with all the options in between, and all the pros and cons of each option (he loved this, of course) (I activated the child-safe locks on the doors first). I told him I want him to get enough exposure to music to know if he likes it or not. He said it's the clarinet he hates, not music in general, and that he wants to take keyboard next year (it's offered starting in fifth grade, AFTER a year of other music lessons), and that he's not particular interested in any of the other instruments he'd be able to switch to this year.
So we decided our goal was to get him through this year so that he can do keyboard next year. In order to accomplish that, and in order to make me feel all right about him keeping commitments (I was frank with him that that was an issue), he will spend half an hour a day (where "a day" is understood by both of us to mean "four or five times a week, not seven") Doing Music. His options are: (1) Sit in front of his music book with his hands on the clarinet, but I won't nag him to produce sounds; (2) Actually practice the clarinet; (3) Play our keyboard; (4) Play the recorder; (5) Some other thing, if either of us thinks of something---such as listening to classical albums, or looking on YouTube at videos of people playing instruments.
This has been a moderate success. On one hand, we no longer have to fight about music practice, and he complies right away when I tell him it's time to do it instead of dissolving into despair. On the other hand, he never ever never ever goes and does it without me telling him to, and I am too scattered to remember it more than, say, twice a week. So a recent modification was that I warned him that it was to his advantage to remember to do it himself: if he remembers, say, 2-4 times a week, I'll feel like he's taking care of it and likely won't notice he isn't doing it as often as agreed; if he never remembers, I'll feel like I need to make a chart that ENSURES he does it four or more times per week.
Elizabeth's finger is doing well. We probably should have put the big piece of gauze + several bandaids thing on it to begin with, because I think that's what effectively stopped the bleeding. The next day I just left the bandage on, but it fell off on the bus ride home so I got a look at the cut and it looked fine: nice and clean and healing. I put on a fresh bandaid with no gauze pad.
When my dad read the post, he reminded me that he's available to help in such situations: he's been a workshop guy since childhood, and says that you can't do that for decades without getting accustomed to evaluating cuts. He says it's easier to evaluate if you look while running cold water over it---which also helps it to stop bleeding. I'll stop now before anyone (including me) starts feeling woozy, but wanted to pass along the tip.
Review blog stuff: GE Ecomagination, with two giveaways of a FIFTY-DOLLAR twenty-year light bulb. It's a two-week entry period with one light bulb given away per week, and right now there are not many entries so the chances are still pretty good. I'd use it myself, but it would also be such a good gift for someone who ruins holidays by saying they don't want any more crap.
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 1 of 2 - I have TWO 8-year-olds to buy for, so I’m going to split it up into two posts. Today will be the things we’re getting for Edward. I dislike saying “Gift id...