and there you have it…


August 2010

update and a conversation on love

So I went to post tonight and what do I find? My brief little summary of the funeral, that I’d never published! Sorry. It wasn’t much, but I’m including it below, along with an assortment of other random ramblings.


I’m glad I went to the funeral. I saw some family I’d never met before,  some that it’d been too long since I’d seen, and some that I am happy to see as often as the opportunity presents itself, with overlap amongst the groups. Jacob did well on the plane. He slept half the way and charmed the passengers the other half. There’s a lot I’m still process from the trip. Something about being with a large group of you family that makes you see yourself in a different light.

I told you it was brief. On to other things.


 Jena is potty trained now! I could have sworn I put it on here, but I couldn’t find it. We are down to only ONE child in diapers and I couldn’t be happier. Even though we are still in the high maintenance phase of potty training I’ll take it over diapers any day. She practically potty trained herself. While I was potty training Grant I wanted to shoot anybody that said that. 18 months of hell for him was a couple of weeks of nothing for her. I stand in awe still. It is truly a miracle.


Grant is starting pre-school this week. Tuesday is his first day and I believe we have sufficiently hyped him up for it. Now I just have to make sure I’m ready for it, as it dawned on us parents last night that we may not even have all the appropriate supplies and such. I did manage to get him a lunch box, but do they need back packs for pre-school? I do not know. I’m sure I will find out. Poor kid, it’s his parents first day of school also.


Jacob’s birthday is right around the corner and I can still hardly believe it. Two weeks from today and I’m miserably behind on his birthday video. I’m consoling myself with the fact that surely we did not take as many pictures of him as we did the other two, so I will have less to weed through!

He’s still working on that other bottom tooth. I saw a spot so white today I was sure it’d finally made it through, but I could not feel a thing. Oh well, what’s a few more days of screaming at this point really? He was screaming out of pure joy today as Grant chased him around the house and I realized even when the pain is gone the screaming will not be. He is after all a Byce child, it seems to be their marker.


In conclusion I will leave you with a conversation Grant and I had about love, and dinosaurs, and killing, of course.

Grant: dinosaurs need lub too mommy.

Me: they do? What kind of love do dinosaurs need?

Grant: dey need da good kind an da bad kind

Me: well what’s the bad kind of love?

Grant: da bad kind is when da dinosaurs kill all da good dinosaurs, dats da bad kind. (said very matter of factly)

Me: ok, well then what’s the good kind?

Grant: da good kind is when da dinosaurs kill all da bad dinosaurs, dats da good kind. (like duh mom)

It then went even further down the tubes to dinosaurs pooping out of their tails, but I’ll spare you the immense detail he described that feat in. You can thank me now for that one.


end of an era

Many of you who are friends with me on facebook, and let’s be honest here, that’s who MOST of you are, already know that my Grandma Strang died. She was my mom’s mother, my grandma, and great grandma, and great great grandma to many many more. So Jacob and I are trekking across the country again, to Michigan this time, to attend another funeral.

All my grandparents have died in the last 9 months. You can read about the first two here, here, and here, the fourth one died before I was ever born. It feels a bit strange, being grandparentless. I imagine it’s even stranger for my parents, both of them being orphans, in a sense. I feel exposed, like I’ve been advanced ahead into a new category of life, whether I was ready for it or not.

Off we go.

working from home

In the convuluted world of childcare for three, our month of August will be spent working at home for Neil or me, alternatly. For the purpose of watching Grant until preschool starts at the end of the month.

The first day home was like any transition day, full of reminders that mommy’s working, more TV than I would ever allow on any normal day, working more after bed time to make up time and lots of stress for me. But we are almost finished with week two, going on day 4 from home for me and I’m amazed at how quickly Grant has caught on. He’s watched less TV than normal, played happily by himself and we’ve managed to ‘work together’ quite well. I even got all my hours in by 5 today!

Yesterday my quest for a planning space caused me to stumble upon the greatest thing in the world, for both of us. Dry erase markers and sliding glass doors. I wish the pictures did it justice, but the phone only goes so far, you’ll have to use your imagination.

Please disregard the myriad of kiddie junk you can see thru the window. The point is there’s stuff ON the window.

mommy's planning board
my assistant's notes

Grant was convinced we needed every kind of sea animal for the board retreat mommy was planning. His side consisted of sting rays, sea horses, and blue whales in lots of waves (pronounced wave-is). My side held all my notes with enough space to see the big picture. It kept us both happily busy for a few hours.

Best part was today I gave him a spray bottle of water and a wash cloth and he proceeded to ‘shoot’ the marker off. 90 minutes and four bottles of water later my window is shiny clean! Double win for me!

Now I need to remember to pack more markers to carry from the office to the home ‘office’ and find one of these at work.

testing testing

I’m finally testing out the wordpress app on my iPhone. Seems to work pretty good as long as I’m on a wi-fi network. That kinda defeats the purpose for me a bit, but I’m sure I’ll still find uses for it.

Like tonight. I think my daughter just broke my nose. That clearly needs to be posted via my phone. I was trying to give her a kiss and she knocked her skull into the bridge of my nose. It was about ten minutes ago and I can still feel my pulse, in my nose. It hurts like hell.

For the overly concerned among you, I don’t REALLY think it’s broken, it just REALLY hurts, owww. Owww. See?

almost eleven months

Dear eleven months minus four days,

As usual I’ve written many letters to you in my head in the past few months, and none here. But that’s how it goes, the more you’re doing the less likely it is I’m going to be able to write!  

You finally broke another tooth this month, just a few days ago actually. You popped the first 6 like popcorn, but we were starting to think that was all you had in your head. It was reassuring when daddy found that razor sharp point breaking through your gums. You’ve been much more pleasant to be around in the last few days. Though you’re really remarkably well behaved for a teething little guy.

You spent your first week at Nana’s this week. Which meant I spent my first 9 hour day away from you. It was as hard as expected. Thankfully they were full days without much time to think. You handled it all like a pro. You transition from one place to the next with no trouble at all, just like you always have.

You’ve also decided you are a daddy’s boy. You will cling to your father for dear life if he dare try to pass you off to someone else. You’re like a little Koala Bear, with claws. Speaking of claws, you managed to rake both your father and me in the face last week. Daddy is still sporting a nice gash under his nose and I’ve got a lovely claw mark between my eyes. You found it quite amusing both times, your father’s particularly. I think it was the gushing blood and the screaming; you are all boy.

You continue to be an amazing addition to our family. We can’t believe you’ve been with us for almost a year already. Oh crap I better start working on your birthday video.

Love you,


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