I feel like I have either WAY too much to blog about or nothing really. Strange feeling.  Interesting that after all of this time blogging, I am suddenly holding my cards close to my chest, picking and choosing very carefully what I put out there. Lots going on in my head.

Finn still calls me Daddy and I swear he’ll say “TAYLOR” clear as day before he says my damn name. He knows he’s doing it. He’ll be playing and from another room I’ll here him say “Dadabumbuh…Ma..” and I’ll come running into the room, all wild looking, screeching “Mama! Mama!” while I pound my chest. He grins this fantastic little grin and says “Daddy.”

Emily called from Iceland yesterday and is having the time of her life. SO fantastic. Funny that I miss her so much even though she’s always far away. But now she’s FAR FAR AWAY. Apparently Juliette Lewis and her band are in town for a big musical festival there. Em saw her in the grocery.

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It’s 3 hours later from when I started this post. We are back from the vet. Atticus had some nasty scabs on his belly. Turns out the poor thing has allergies or something. $177 later (ACK!) he is on Prednisone and some antibiotics. HA. My dog and I are living parralel lives with our medications. He is much calmer and is sleeping at my feet. Poor kid. They were ALL laughing at me at the vet. One vet tech said “How do you DO this?” referring to my own personal travelling circus. I just smiled. I had Atticus, the 90 lb lab pulling me everywhere, Finn, who was squawking to get down and tear down the pyramid of cat food and Hadley, who is a miniature Peter, and was asking all sorts of adult medical questions. Did I mention I had a bag of dog shit in my purse? Yup. There was that too. I needed to get a negative fecal test so Atticus can be boarded over Thanksgiving. He’s going to Camp Happy Paws. He had his “interview” and they said he would be a great camper. Too funny. It was CHAOS this morning but thank god I was “on” and had been mentally preparing for this excursion for days. I swear that’s how I keep my sanity. Keeping expectations realistic and trying to know what’s coming. H&F ate 2 dog biscuits each while we were waiting for the doctor but that’s fine. No harm done and nothing was broken but MAN, did they try. I’m just relieved that my dog faced boy is feeling better. Allergies are the worst.

Nothing much new in TV land. I’ve been taking a break from my TV tendencies. I’m just bored of it, I guess. I OD’ed this summer, plus I’ve been reading a lot. I subscribed to VOGUE and Vanity Fair as well as Organic Style so I’m anxiously awaiting the first issues. I have the most passionate love affair with magazines. LOVE them. I think I’m also going to pick up My Friend Leonard before I pick up The Poisonwood Bible for November’s book club.

Went to West Seattle yesterday with the kids to see Elizabeth and Mick’s new darling darling house. They are doing SO much work on it. Installing lush dark wood floors in the entire house, painting everything, gutting everything. I was exhausted just looking at it. Luckily, E’s dad and brother are carpenters. Jackpot! Gerry and Jean are the same way. Always working and painting and hammering and installing…again, exhausted just talking about it. It will all be gorgeous in the end though. Gerry and Jean’s house and Elizabeth and Mick’s. I just hate the labor part. I like it in theory. Like Vintage shopping or antique-ing.  I just want to delegate and then write the check. I’m good at that part and then it gets done and I don’t have to deal with it. Peter is the opposite. Like Ger, he likes to do it himself because he genuinely likes it and is good at it. Problem is, with him working so much, these whirling dervishes we call children, and my lack of energy nothing will get done. Anyway…

West Seattle is the best though. Elizabeth was laughing calling it the burbs because they moved from Capitol Hill. Um, WE live in the burbs, girl. They’re close to Alki beach so it’ll be fun to go over there in the summer and hang out.

The Halloween party was cute. I kept having to remember that it was for 2 year olds, not multi-million dollar clients as I was used to dealing with in my previous life as an Event Coordinator. Peter kept saying that as I’d fuss about some detail. “Remember your audience.” Although that’s a double edged sword because sure…they’re two year olds but attached to that chubby arm is a mom just DYING to bitch about something. BUT, it was fun and I think went well. Lots of crafts, treats plus a parade.  I wore the cheerleader outfit and got lots of laughs. There were a couple of Snotty McSnottersons who gave me the “you’re wearing THAT” look but I suspect that is only because their husbands were checking me out. HA. Suck it, Soccermom.

HAPPY 30th BIRTHDAY TO ERIN DOLAN!