Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
When we were kids I would ask Susie to bring me stuff from my room in the basement and as an incentive I would promise her all the change on my dresser. She would run my errands for me-go grab my hair tie or the cordless phone only to discover that I didn’t have any change on my dresser or if I did it was only a few cents. It is something I still feel a little guilty about. I tell myself that one of these days I am going to save all my change for a year and hand Susie the box of change I owe her.
Susie and her husband live pretty far away from us now. They bough their first house a couple of years ago and came back home to pick up their things and brought a video of them walking through their house. We spent the weekend watching the video and discussing all the changes they wanted to make, how they were going to fix the place up and make it their own. One morning, just before they were going to head back, they got a call that their house had burnt down. Both Susie and her husband were incredible during the experience. I never heard them complain. They were sad but always positive and diligent about making the situation okay. And in the end they rebuilt a beautiful home.
As I am writing this I am remembering tons of stories I could tell about Susie. She has carried me through a computer programming class, let me borrow her cell phone and run up her minutes when I had a crisis at home while on a vacation, always let me be the travel agent when we would play pretend travel agency. For years we would spend our afternoons together while I babysat my cousin Sean and we would walk from the bus stop to my Aunts house and I would talk and talk and talk the whole time and Susie would listen. She has always listened without judgement and supported me unconditionally. And there is so much more.
I have so much admiration and love for my sister Susie. I certainly cannot touch on all of the beautiful, special and uniquely lovely bits and pieces of the person that she is in a blog post. But I do think that I will write them out and send her a letter. We should celebrate the people in our lives and make sure they know what they mean to us.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
But, on a good note this picture is from my wedding, almost 5 years ago, and it is one of my favorite photos from that day. Hope you enjoy. Back in the saddle next week, I promise.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
Saturday, July 21, 2007
She listened as I went on about the same things that I always go on about-my job, my husband, my sick kid, social injustices, being fat, no time, no money, no sleep....I asked her if I was complaining about the same stuff and telling pretty much the same stories the last time we talked and she was kind and acted like that was a silly question. "No way" she said, "besides I never get sick of your stories."
She said she sometimes envy's me. When she looks at the Bean blog or when she spends her whole night at a party and goes home feeling tired and lonely. She said sleeping in on Saturday's isn't nearly as fun as rolling around in bed at the break of dawn with a snugly and sweet little boy that is as soft as a teddy bear and smells like heaven. Humph.
And so tonight, up too late and in the face of the enormous pile of unfolded laundry to my left and the stacks of unpacked boxes to my right and with the sound of a coughing and scarily high fevered little boy coming up over the monitor I am going to try to find a few things that I love.
-Like my new vegan cupcake cookbook that is chalked full of scrumptious treats for myself and likely many of Wade's coworkers.
-Like the fact that I can call my Mom and tell her about Henry's fever every 15 minutes, distractedly listen to her advice and then call again a few minutes later to ask her about it again.
-Like the fact that I have three different and totally amazing sisters that accept my every quirk and neurotic tendency.
-Like the look on my little sister's face when she talks about counting down the days until she moves out of our parents house and remembering that glorious feeling of freedom and nervousness.
-Like my super comfy exercise pants that I bought to wear to the gym but have ended up wearing to bed almost every night for the past month and my loving husband who I am certain remembers that said pants were purchased to be worn to the gym but never says a word about it.
-Like the fact that Tylenol can bring a fever down from 102- 99 and my panic level down from totally insane to mildly annoying in under 20 minutes.
-Like the cat sleeping in a tiny ball on the enormous pile of laundry to my left.
-Like the fact that I have an old friend that I may not talk to for months but that will call at just the right moment and give up her Saturday night party for me.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Or Henry may just be channeling his inner crunk. (I’m sorry if that is offensive, I really have no idea what a crunk is or how it is juiced). I’m imaging him with gold fronts and a bedazzled baby bottle. “Milk? YEAH!”
1. I never clean up the little dirt piles I sweep up. Something about the act of walking into the laundry room to get the dust pan, bending over and trying to get all the stuff into the dust pan (which never actually works, there is always an old pea or stray cheerio that rolls back out or pops over the side over and over again) really bugs me. It drives my husband nuts. He says things like “No Henry, don’t eat that pile of dirt and old food that Mama swept up and then left right here in the middle of the kitchen floor.” I claim forgetfulness and he sweeps them up for me.
2. I hate driving. I get bored. And other drivers make me crazy. Not in a road rage sort of way, but in an ugh this is so slow and boring sort of way. I hope they invent teleports in my lifetime.
3. I still wear my maternity underwear…okay, okay…I love my maternity underwear and I wear it, them okay them, I wear them, 3 pairs, first before all others. Laundry day comes, I wash my undies, fold them (yes, they are large enough to fold, shoot they are large enough to hang on a hanger if I felt so inclined) and put them on the top of the stack. I love them. I pull them up to my chin and snuggle in. It’s like a cummerbund with leg holes.
4. I have two reoccurring dreams. One is that my teeth are falling out. At first it just gets a little wiggly and I push on it like “there is no way I just felt my tooth move” and then I decide that my tooth is in fact getting looser every second and try as hard as I can not to touch it with my tongue but in the end it falls out and it’s neighbor starts to wiggle. The other one is that I am in school and have somehow missed weeks of class and lost my schedule and can’t remember where my classroom is and the bell is about to ring and I am in line in the office but the line is so long or sometimes I find my classroom only to walk in late during a test or walk into the wrong classroom, usually a huge lecture hall and sit down in the middle of the room before realizing that I am in the wrong place.
5. I stick raspberries, blackberries and olives on my fingers before I eat them. Henry has picked up the habit and now we call raspberries and blackberries “bingerberries” (translation finger berries”.) I’ll post a photo.
6. I hate flying. I’ll do it because I love to travel but I won’t sleep the night before and my stomach will be in knots the whole time, oh and you’ll have to hold my hand through the entire flight. I don’t care that this is a twelve hour flight and you are a total stranger, put on some hand lotion, do some finger stretching and get ready for hand-holding carpel tunnel.
7. Sometimes, okay this is super embarrassing but we did just talk about my underpants, when I am home alone cooking I will pretend to be on a cooking show. It all started when I was a kid and I would do pretend shampoo ads in the shower--“Johnsons and Johnsons leaves my hair silky and shiny. And it smells fantastic.” Well, I don’t do that anymore…not very often at least…but I can do a fake Rachel Ray like nobodies business. I even pretend to read a teleprompter. I’m turning red, I may have to delete this one.
8. I am fairly certain that grasshoppers are the most disgusting creatures on the planet and considering that fact it seems perfectly acceptable that I will not get within 10 feet of them. They have no jump control and when you startle them they will just jump right at you! One landed on me when I was 6 years old. Easter morning, I was wearing my blue polka-dotted Easter dress and white tights, saw the grasshopper and walked towards it thinking that it would hop away from me like most normal, not totally freakish bugs. It hopped right at me and landed on my leg and pooped on my white tights. I had to wear grasshopper poop stained white tights for the rest of the spring and probably the next spring too, those things are pretty stretchy. Ehh, I just got the chills.
9. I sing everything. EVERYTHING! This is not something that just happened after I had a kid, I have done it as long as I can remember. And I do not have a good singing voice.
10. I asked my husband if he could think of any quirky things about me. I said it sort of like "Can you think of any quirky things about me? Even just one?" He raised his eyebrows, sort of rolled his eyes and said "Are you serious?" So this #10 spot is saved for him. I'll add his comment as soon as he "narrows it down" (as he put it).
Now it's your turn. Come along to Memeville and unleash your inner quirkiness.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Monday, July 16, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
I know that the same people that look at this blog probably look at the Bean's blog, but I could resist posting this picture. It is one of my favorite ones we have taken thus far. I love that he still has his chubby baby cheeks but he is starting to get a neck and look like a little boy.
I love being a Mama. I've yet to find anything that compares. Last night I was trying to sleep and started to miss Henry. In his baby monitor I could hear his sleepy little baby coos. I got up and tip-toed into his room, rubbed his little round tummy and stuck my finger in his hand. Until he was about 3 months old he had a grab reflex so every time I would give him my finger he would squeeze it and hold it tightly in his little hand. He still does that when he is sleeping.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
It’s still light outside when Henry goes to bed so we didn’t do much in the way of fireworks this year. We ate flag cake and set off a few poppers. Next year is going to be more fun, I’m sure. This is one of my favorite parts of being a parent, getting to help create those special childhood memories for Henry. I want for him to be a Papa and tell his kids about the flag cake that his grandma made or shooting off fireworks with his Papa or, he may be like Wade and his favorite 4th of July memory could be shooting roman candles at his friends…whatever it is, I am just excited to be a part of it.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
But what fun I have had this morning. I found a new blog to read full of creative ideas. It’s amazing what a comfort it is for me to find other women who are Mom’s and creative people. It tells me that it can be done, it is possible to maintain your creative spirit and still be a Mom at the same time! In fact, children really seem to thrive in that kind of environment (not surprising really, but I tend to get caught up in Mommy duties and forget sometimes).
I also spent some time on Amazon this morning. I have wanted to order this Anne Lamott book about the first year of her life with her son. My husband heard her on one of his talk radio shows and emailed me to tell me that he thought I would really like her books. The next day I decided to listen to my favorite This American Life episodes and realized that she was reading my favorite story. In the processing of ordering her book I also found two other books about mixed media art and journaling. I am really excited for that package to arrive.
I also started a list of things I want to do in my 30th year. I tend to make lists and then never look at them again. This is my stack of lists on my desk here at work.