catching up

i'm embarrassed that it's been awhile since the last post. we've been quite busy at the merryman house. january - march is jon's "busy" time in his new job (hence the lack of posts on the food blog) and my job picked up significantly after the new year. which is good, but leaves little time for reading and writing.

it's taken me over two months and i'm not finished with my current read, john irving's last night in twisted river. he's my favorite author, but for some reason this one's a bit cantankerous. if you think you've never heard of him, you probably have...he's the brains behind "simon burch" and "cider house rules." i've never taken two months to read anything ever. pretty sure that's not a record i'd like to continue to beat.

i'm behind on all my magazines, too...i've committed a cardinal emily sin and started ripping out recipes before i've had a chance to read the whole thing. there's just not enough time.

parenthood...oh, parenthood. i feel like all i've been doing lately is complaining. pretty sure the honeymoon's over -- while we thought we had the world's most mature teenager, turns out he just hit the moody phase pretty recently. nothing...absolutely NOTHING is his fault and he pretty much hates being in the same room with us.

scene 1:
me: "did you notice the black paint on the carpet and not clean it up?"
him: "yes. i just didn't tell you about it because it's not paint."
me: "even though it's right beside your paint table?"
him: "this isn't paint."
me: "mmmhhm. so, why didn't you tell me about it?"
him: "i didn't think you'd care."
me: "what happened the last time you got paint on the carpet?"
him: "you freaked out."
me: "right, so shouldn't you tell me about paint on the carpet?"
him: "i guess. if you want."

scene 2:
me (calling his celly at 5:30 p.m.): "hey, dennis...i hope you're at home because there wasn't anything on the calendar and if you're not at home that means max hasn't been out in 10 hours. call me when you get this."
him (calling 10 min later): "um, emily, i told you the other night that i had play practice probably every night."
me: "but did you put it on the calendar like we asked?"
him: "no, but i told you i would probably have it."
me: "but you DIDN'T PUT IT ON THE CALENDAR?"
him: "no."

poor max. he almost didn't make it out the door when i got home.

on the cancer front: mom is almost, almost done. she goes for one last scan next month and if she gets the all clear, they will take her port out. my dad is on round 2 of 3 on the latest treatment. his doctor says he's ahead of schedule and is reponding well to the treatment.

i think the world knows by now, but my little sister has a bun in the oven. it's been so fun checking in with her on all her cravings. she has (thankfully) not been sick so far, and her only complaint is that her clothes don't fit. i keep reminding her that at least she has an excuse. some of us can't wear our clothes and don't have a growing being in our belly.

i feel better having purged. have a great, snowy weekend.