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So Vodka Dad requested some elaboration from me on the Wonderful Family Plan. I’m not sure how many of you really want all of the boring and intricate details, but one of the virtues of the internets is that with one click you can tend to your Farmville crops when someone’s self-absorbed blog starts to bore you. So here goes:

The plan was originally a five year + plan. I was to start college (again) and finish up the prerequisites to pharmacy school while waiting for Rex-Goliath to start kindergarten. Then the romantic notion of an additional child entered our minds post-honeymoon during the exuberant days of October (filled with hope for an Obama presidency) and the plan was thus forever changed. It was not practical to wait until Xavier started school, so the plan became a 3 years from Xavier’s birth plan. Over the past summer, due to some clichéd soul-searching, we decided to make it a 2-year plan. Go-time is here.

This semester, given a newborn in the house, I am only taking two classes: Pre-Calculus and Perspectives 301. Mind you, I’ve already taken Pre-Calc (and Calc, for that matter), but that was 10 years ago and I don’t remember a damn thing. Perspectives 301 is a planning-your-own-major course (mine will be Getting Into Pharmacy School in the Shortest Amount of Time Possible) and involves Tuesdays with Morrie as required reading, immediately making me suspicious of its content. Isn’t Tuesdays with Morrie so 1999? I shall also start studying for the PCAT (Pharmacy College Admissions Test) now, because there happens to be a slew of other courses that I can’t remember from College for Leah: Take I (three last names ago, BTW) – Biology, Chemistry, Organic Chemistry, Anatomy & Physiology, Hamster Sexuality, etc. Despite the fact that this semester is only two official courses, I have already amassed over $300 in books, $600 in a computer and supplies, and a $100 calculator. Plus tuition. I sure hope Mr. Wonderful doesn’t read this blog.

Next semester will be hell. Hopefully y’all will be able to read about that. In addition to Microbiology, Calculus, and Anatomy & Physiology, I (we) will be shelling out a cool $1300 for me to take the PCAT review course in order to ensure that I obtain an acceptable score. The boys will have to go to daycare (!) – I didn’t really think that I would have to do that, but in for a penny, in for a pound. During the summer, I will take more Anatomy & Physiology and pay lots of money for the privilege of filling out endless applications and writing countless essays about Why I Want To Be A Pharmacist. The next year will be a little easier – a few light courses like Biochemistry to fulfill all of the credits I need to graduate, and then I should be done. Unless I actually get into pharmacy school. I somehow have a feeling that I will be in for a LOT of work then.

So that is the plan. All of this plus dishes, leading a troop of Brownie Girl Scouts, shuffling children to school and activities, and showering occasionally. Wish me luck and keep the Diet Coke and Franzia flowing – I’m going to need it.

–Mrs. Wonderful


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After a month, and what’s new.

It is a lovely August Sunday afternoon, all is (relatively) quiet at home, the house is (relatively) clean, and the first month of Xavier’s time with us has passed much as it began, peacefully and gently.

Xavier has been growing into his own just a bit more. He’s chunking up just a bit from some good ol’ Momma milk. Chin number two is in full effect and multiple arm rolls are blooming. He’s finding his voice and letting everybody know he’s got ideas when they come to him. (In related news I have recently inaugurated my ear plugs.) His personality is burgeoning, in the subtle way of a newborn. You get hints, at most, of what you’ve got on your hands. He hints at being a bit mellower than some of us in Team Wonderful. He hints at being a bit more laid back. He hints at being a calm little dude. Of course, I could just be desperately hoping, and reading my own tea leaves in whatever manner suits me.

We’ve spent the last four weeks formulating vast overarching schemas by which to affect our influence upon the gentle world, and hanging out at home in exodus from the day to day to day of the greater outside. Apart from cashiers at retailers around town and some of the beautiful people in our life (of whom pictures will be coming), we haven’t really seen anybody. Which, in all truth, isn’t that different from how we live normally. Just a bit more exaggerated when I’ve been off work and living like a housewife.

Tomorrow will see the first gradual signs of the Team Wonderful machinery grinding back into action, as we reengage with the world. I will return to work after a (generous) leave of four-plus weeks. I may or may not be looking forward to this. Leah restarts class as she begins hitting the “Get Into Pharmacy School” plan with a bit more gusto. It will be interesting to see how we maintain our sanity as we juggle my erratic and sometimes overwhelming work schedule with her daunting and aggressive class schedule with our lovely if sometimes overwhelming set of children. With a bit of help from Vodka Dad and Box Wine Mom we’ll make it out alive. Or dead, but at the very least we’ll make it out.

In future posts I’ll share some pictures of family, which should be interesting to nobody but the people in the pictures. Chloë and Rex-Goliath(!) have been taking some pictures, and I think I’ll dedicate a couple of posts to sharing some of this as well.

We hope all is well with you. Let us know how you are! This blog can serve many masters.

– Mr. Wonderful

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The Rex-Goliath Lexicon

A day with Rex-Goliath is delightful, for the most part. He is an adorable, mostly lovable, antic sweetheart of a boy. He can run like a pro, jump like a champ, punch like a jerk, and play with the best of them. He has his own idea about everything, and he communicates his little heart’s desire in his own tongue.

Which is frustrating – for Mama, for Daddy, and most likely for Rex-Goliath himself. There are moments in every day when we have absolutely no idea what he is talking about, and it can be a bit of an issue as his babble gets more angrily repeated. We have been able to decipher some of his primal language. He speaks with some obviously derivative English words (eg: “Cah” when taking about a car), but he has words that are entirely of his own creation.

Here’s a rough dictionary.

Ah-ha: A dog; specifically Princess Pug, usually accompanied by…
Heesh: A leash, primarily used to antagonize the dog
Goh-goh: Literally “Brush Club”; time to brush teeth
Nighigh: Time to go to sleep; sleeping
Dighdigh: Good-bye
Cah: Car
Coco: Chloë
Dada: Vacuum cleaner; source of fear and interest
Fooh: Time to eat; food
Heeant: An ant, occasionally a bug
Kohdee: Water; a cup with water or other beverage; play with water in the sink; occasionally Mama milk
Nunu: Rex-Goliath, self-referential
Ok: All done; “Get me out of my high chair now.”
Ow: A cat
Pow: An Airplane
Puk: Truck
Sim: Swim, Take a bath

– D. Wonderful

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