Lane holding Cooper, Nadia, MacKenzie, Aidan and Kaid
Monday, December 31, 2007
Lane holding Cooper, Nadia, MacKenzie, Aidan and Kaid
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Time goes by.
Aidan is bored and is telling Papa wild stories much like I remember Papa telling me (insert story, any story, as long as it starts with “back in ’42”).
Again, time goes by.
Nadia is wiggly but entertained. She raises her hand. No one pays attention.
A waitress brings us “salad”. You can knock the way it looks but it was really good.
You guessed it, time goes by.
Nadia raises her hand and the waitress asks her if she needs anything.
Nadia innocently informs her, “I don’t have any food”
The table and surrounding tables erupt in laughter.
My mom proudly tells the adjacent table, “that’s my granddaughter!”.
I am smiling and looking at my daughter seated next to my mother and I am so grateful they have a special bond. I am also grateful my mom publicly claimed her at that moment for she was knuckle deep in her nose. I gave her the ‘look’ and she quickly pulls it out.
I say to my mom, ”yeah, the one picking her nose and eating it is your granddaughter”.
Nadia quickly defends, “I didn’t eat it yet”.
Monday, December 10, 2007
2 hour delay, YES!
I laid back in bed for about another 1/2 hour when I finally just got up (thank you coffee) and did a little work for the day ahead. Then, inspired by the clock, I made pancakes! Yes, hold your applause. We then hurried off to school. I called Tony on my way and asked him to call the Boys and Girls club just to make sure Aidan was to be dropped off in the usual fashion. He calls back as I round the corner to the school and says,
"PSD1, no school today".
So I called Sara, and off to the mall we went to get Tony a birthday present. We came home and I wrapped nearly all of the Christmas presents. I prepared a crockpot delicacy for tomorrow night and made meatloaf, Tony's favorite. I did the dishes and put away laundry and still had daylight to burn. We watched Shrek the third. And still I had time.
I turned my attention out the window to admire the snow that gave me the gift of this day.
I looked. I looked again. Our snow day was really a little ice day that was cleared by 9 am. I am not complaining, I almost got to sleep in and I had a terrific day with my kids:)
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Friday, November 23, 2007
Saturday, November 17, 2007
I was in the kitchen making lunch for Aidan and Nadia when I hear the rythmic sounds of a children's book being read in the front room. I stopped mid-stir and listened as Aidan read his sister, "What's Up Pig?". Then I hear Nadia giggle at the audacity of a pig holding an umbrella. I looked, cautiously mind you, around the corner to see them sitting hip to hip and crossed legged with the book resting on both their knees. I hope to treasure this moment, despite my lack of camera.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Friday, November 2, 2007
Aidan: Do you know what I am going to do with the money I don’t use at Disneyworld?
Dad: No, what?
Aidan: I am going to give it to Santa.
Dad: Why are you going to give it to Santa?
Aidan: Does Santa ever get any presents?
Dad: I don’t know Aidan, what do you think?
Aidan: I will buy him a present. His name is Saint Nick, you know?
Mom: That’s right.
Aidan: Will Santa ever die?
Dad: not as long as people do good things, like buy Santa a present and take care of people who take care of people.
People like you Aidan! What a kind heart you have. Thank you for being such a wonderful spirit.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
All is right with the world! No trick questions, no trick answers. What if these have been the dreams that have been waking him in the middle of the night all these years?
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Mom: oh really, who?
Nadia: it was a varionet
Mom: A varionet (the only thing I could think she meant was with a marionette)
Nadia: you know, a varionet, the ones that help puppies and kitties and animals and stuff.
Mom: Ohhhhh, a veterinarian!
Nadia: Yes (in her teacher-matter-of-fact voice) and she brought 2 visitors (here is where she holds up two very deliberate fingers)
Mom: who were they?
Nadia: well one was a boy. He had a penis and I saw his penis. (Oh my, what kind of school am I sending her to?)
It was a puppy!
Mom: well who was the other visitor?
Nadia: some girl.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
Nadia lasted almost through the 3rd quarter and really enjoyed talking with Sara, Trevor and giving her dad a hard time!
We loved going to the Conner Museum and just walking around!
Tony and I were talking about all of the great memories Pullman holds for us. It is like a step back in time, but man did our age show. I am still sore from walking those hills. Tony was completely creeped out by the short skirts that showed off little 19 year old pink chonies. I was not entirely comfortable having my children see women in bikini's play beer pong with loud drunken boys. I was impressed by the greystone church residents who let us see their apartment and the one young man who asked his fellow party-goers to watch their language in front of the little ones. I also felt honored when we left after third quarter and a large group die hard coug fans chanted "fu-ture cou-gars". What a great day!
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Sunday, September 2, 2007
at 22 I graduate college - Go Cougs!
at 23 I got married
at 24 I had my first child
at 25 we bought our first house
at 26 I had my second child
at 27 I got my Masters
at 28 I started my first full time job
at 29 I rested...ok not really but I can't think of any momentous occassions
Here I am at 30 and we just sold our first house and are building our second. Everything seems to be in order. I can't say we are slowing down at all but we certainly are becoming settled. I can't wait to see what 31 has to offer:)
Thursday, August 23, 2007
We have been together for 13 years,
We have been married for 7 years,
and I have never loved him more than I do right now. I did not think I could love him more, or know him more, but I do. Last night he was telling me about his work and I learned that we are more similiar than we are different. I knew we had the same values, the same dreams and the same senses of humor. Believe me, those things have been tried and tested. I know it is these commonalities that help us be the team we are, but it is our differences that help us get the job done. He is a put-things-together, re-vamp-it-whether-it-needs-it-or-not, I-can-build-that engineer person and I am the let-me-see-your-point-of-view-knee-slappin'-I-can-develop-a-system-for-that-teacher person. As he was telling me about his likes and dislikes at work he said something so akin to my own way of thinking. He too is that systems guy. I knew he developed excel spreadsheets but I did not know that this is how he works. This may be where we butt heads at times. I didn't think discovering something seemingly topical can deepen my love so much. Please excuse all of this corny talk but I just needed him to know.
Sunday, August 5, 2007
I was putting away the dishes and yes I was rubbering in on my children's' conversation. It went a little something like this...
Nadia: Aidan, do you like Santa?
Nadia: But do you know that Santa wiped boogers on my little babies
Aidan: (in a stick it to you tone) nuh-uhhhh
Nadia: Yes he did Aidan! He wiped boogers on my little baby doll's dress AND her pajamas!
Aidan: that is impossible
Nadia: (long pause, then in a quiet voice) I know he did
Aidan: Na-DEE-AHHH!!! He can't reach his boogers because of all that hair!
Thursday, August 2, 2007
4 Pizzas + 24 cupcakes + 290 tokens + 10 adults + 4 kids + 1 birthday boy= lFeUgNos!
I played skee ball and flaming finger. Enough said. I was having a great time. I was a little nervous that maybe we should have invited lego representatives more of Aidan's friends but he wanted a small legos party and had a great time.
Since the momentous 6th legos birthday bash we have spent hours playing legos. Neither Aidan or Nadia want to leave the legos house. At first I thought they were lego crazy (or worse, lazy). We are an on-the-go family. We always have a project or an event or park or picnic or family obligation or movie or groceries to buy, or negotiations of house to buy or sell; really the list goes on in that blurry I-don't-know-where-the-day-went fashion. The only temptation to get them out of the house this week was a trip to the toy store to spend their hard earned allowance and birthday money. Nadia chose the cutest baby to add to her collection and Aidan chose not one but two LEGOS to build! But just when I thought my world was going to be consumed by legos, I have realized can appreciate quiet days at home playing legos (yes I actually built a respectable 60's style diner, an yes I still refuse to follow any directions), babies, making muffins, listening to stories, dancing, and just plain hanging out.
Part of the realization is knowing that these comfortable days of just bumming around the house enjoying each others company are going to end soon. Life will creep in, obligations will knock at the door. I think just one more day of our vacation from the real world won't hurt. So off I go to appreciate a row of little babies, excuse me kids, that Nadia has set up in her room and another lego creation completed by Aidan!
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
Perspective is a funny thing. If there are 40 days left until school is out, it feels like an eternity, but if there are 40 days until school begins it feels like it will go by fast like a bunny!
Monday, July 16, 2007
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Not the fact that we spent the last week cleaning and de-cluttering for an open house that prized just two looky-loos
Not the fact that I feel bloated and irritable and just worn out
Not the fact that my sweet little Noni has reached a new high in terms of dramatic fit-throwing
Not the fact that my ever verbal Aidan has turned his power to sarcasm
Not the fact that our perfect fit piece of land has a 30 foot easement that decimates our secluded terrace leading down into a niche that would nestle a pool just so
Instead I will focus
on the fact that we will have fewer boxes to pack when we DO move
on the fact that my house is very, very clean
on the fact that I had a delicious meal served to me with love and friendship, my body is healthy and I have so many things to do that I am not bored
on the fact that Noni is increasingly loving and appreciative of people and is growing into her own person and her own way of thinking, "2 plus 2 is MORE!!!" said with such enthusiasm.
on the fact that Aidan continues to grow his vocabulary and his mastery of how words work, after discussing weddings briefly, "vows are A,E,I,O,U" and "you will need to retain your legend" said to his dragon.
on the fact that we still have a beautiful opportunity in a quiet little neighborhood and that pool will still feel cool and refreshing a few feet to the right!
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
What can I say about Vegas?
Vegas is fun, unfortunately it is a big place with too much to do for just 2 days. Each morning I felt as if I had been run over by a truck, a very large smoking truck. Just as I was warned, it is NOT a place for children. I was disturbed by the number of very small children being dragged around at the wee hours of the morning, slung over shoulders or passed out in strollers. Mine were tucked safely away in Huntsville with Grammie and Papa. They had so much fun! They didn't cause too much damage, just a little wear and tear on nerves I think. Comments received; they don't just sit, they want to go all the time. Yep, that's them. You would think I would have been prepared for all the running around in Vegas, but no. Don't even get me started on how the plane kicked my backside. I have got to find a solution to motion sickness. We looked high and low for gingersnaps after seeing on Mythbusters that they help significantly. I guess before our next flight I will have to make my own. Wish me luck on that!
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Also, on a separate but related note, I must say that the three SESRC ladies, (that would be the a fore mentioned Lindsay, our cute friend Cori and myself) have matured quite well. I am more often the toot-er of anothers horn not my own, but I just looked a picture of the three of us from college and we were cute and all but really, you should see us now! Cori now is a sleek, blond bombshell. Lindsay is a suave and sophisticated beauty. I can honestly say that I feel like I fit in my 30 year old skin better than I did the 22 year old skin I clung to for far too long. Well done ladies! I do miss our hours of chatting between surveys from the SESRC days but I am very happy that we can all reconnect so easily when we see each other.
Not to push the point Cori and Lindsay, but there are still two lots next to ours over here on the East side:) I can only imagine the fun we could have! I would settle for a reunion (sans headsets) though...
Friday, June 29, 2007
At this point you may be wondering, so is Sara scary or sexy and what does that leave Trevor with? The title is not about them. The title refers to Sara and my conversation about Disney of all things. Yes it has been said that cartoons are disproportionately drawn. Saying it does not change what it is. Yes many a mother has worried that seeing one too many villain will call their children from there own mini bed smack in the middle of mom and dad for nights on end. Yes it has been dually noted that children should be de-briefed about what may be too much, either scary or sexy or too much potty humor for that matter. And yes it has been said that maybe children should not see such movies at all. Our conversation revolved mostly about men. Yes, men. I am not a male-basher by any means. I love the men in my life. I have the worlds best husband. I do not say that loosely. He really is. There is a number (do not ask me what it is) of times that something is said by a parallel number of people that it transitions from mere opinion to fact. An example; Tony is the worlds best husband. I have a dad that loves me, always has, and that is all I ask for. I have a terrific brother who is a great listener and is incredibly funny. I have Aidan who is teaching me about boys and how all of their odd intricacies evolve into masculine qualities that we find humor and frustration with.
Hopefully, I have prefaced this enough not to offend the whole male population, but I came to a revelation while talking with Sara. She had mentioned how scary Disney can be. And yes, scanning the list, the best stories have an element of fear or villain to elicit excitement. But as her sister Lisa had noted, one of the common ways to scare children is to eliminate the mom. Nemo, Beauty and the Beast, Cinderella, Little Mermaid, to name a few, kill off the mother. Yes these are fairy tales, just stories, I know. But what does that say about moms that the ultimate pain to a child is to kill her off? Are men responsible for this? Is this an expression of insecurity from Dads? Does this engage fathers more, or children more? What is the purpose of this particular scare factor?
As for the sex factor, we concluded that this is how Disney ropes dads in to spend 118 minutes with their children and have something to talk about afterward. Hopefully they are not spending their de-briefing time discussing cup size to waist size ratios, but it will help solidify the events in the visually stimulated half of the species. Because, really, IS there a need to have female characters depicted in this unattainable way? Really? What scientifically supported benefit does it have to children? Granted my claims are not science, they are just thoughts, ponderings if you will to possibly build a hypothesis.
Mulan is the exception that proves the rule. She has not only a mother who is happily fulfilling the role, but a grandmother as well who cares for her. She is even one of the most memorable characters. Mulan is a heroin, albeit covertly as a hero. Mulan is not stacked like the other sexy princesses and you may notice is not usually included in all the Princess merchandising. Few shirts, backpacks, tea sets, birthday party balloons (and the list goes on) include her. But Mulan is a great movie. It does have excitement, intrigue, examples of determination, humor, sacrifice and even love. It is a fantastic movie, but rarely the number one pick of children. Again, something to ponder.
Now I do not think men are completely at fault. However I do believe blame originates with men and possibly it is a biological thing not a psychological thing. It is then perpetuated by women (and our baggage). Is there a solution? Will I never again allow Aidan and Nadia to watch Disney? Will I create my own paper cutouts to cover the endowed bodies and dance them across the screen during the movie? Will I bleep out the potty humor with loud renditions of 'When the Saints Go Marching In'? Will I lie about the whereabouts of the moms to ease their fears? Will I cancel our trip to Disney World next year? Will I never again sing and dance to 'Under the Sea"? Of course not. But I will continue to be aware, not to hound the negatives but to stress the positives of literature and film with BOTH Aidan and Nadia. Hopefully, there will continue to be shift in awareness and we will have more Mulans in our future.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Today is a beautiful day. I feel like I have really committed to this silly town. For those that know me really well know that this is a really step for me. I usually have some itch for a move up my sleeve. Commitment to a place is my only real commitment-a-phobia. I have always imagined living in a big city or have researched relocating to a far away place or researched living overseas for a new adventure. I found adventure right in my own backyard! I went to the public library and got a card. Sounds simple enough. Again, if you know me, you will know that I do not feel comfortable doing new things by myself. I had to give myself a serious peptalk this morning. I mindlessly picked the phone up several times to invite people so I didn't have to 'go it alone'. I had to make conscious decisions to put it down before I dialed. Wow. I did not realize how deep rooted my inhibitions go. But I did it! I also registered the munchkins for the summer reading program. Ahh, more commitment! I am actually looking forward to reading 15 hours with them! We went to craft time and I can not possibly describe the creative talents of my mini-DaVinci's. I am very proud! I am just a smidge embarrassed that I too joined in and quickly developed some elaborate plan for my lion mask, only to be blocked by limited resources. It had real potential to be one of the best card stock and tissue paper masks I have ever made. There is always next week! I encourage all of you to look around your area for fun and free activities. They also serve free lunch at the park across the street. I will really have to work up to that one.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
I have struggled the past few weeks with what to say to you, knowing that I 'should' say nothing and that I 'should' just listen and that I 'should' just stay out of it. I have never been very good at 'should'. What I want you to know is that I believe in you. I know you will do what is best for you, Lane and Kaid. You always have. I know that making these decisions are tough and I know you are struggling too. I also know that coming to what ever decision it is will take time, and I am trying to be patient and not pressure you. Just know this, OK? We all believe in you. You are in many ways the center of this family. I know that is the burden of the middle child, but you do keep us connected. That is not a string to pull you back, it is merely a statement that hopefully will tell you that we care about you. I love you and can not wait to see you again. Please take care of yourself.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Yesterday, Tony, the kids and I were on our way back from our weekly trip to Costco and Aidan says, "what is 10 times 10?" This game of quizzing our math skills has been a real hoot, let me tell you. Honestly, I try to have patience for his little learning brain. I try to explain the concept of a zero for the 13th time without a tinge of annoyance in my voice. I try to not cringe when I hear counting, to 100, again, but by 2's, or 5's or yes even 10's. I try to fain some sort of enjoyment when I hear the joke, "I can count to a hundred, watch, 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 100" followed by a round of giggles by him and by Nadia. I try not to groan when I think about Aidan teaching Nadia the same skills reminding me that time will push repeat in about 20 months. I try NOT to think of my own neurotic counting of steps, stairs, seconds or even ceiling tiles. But this time when Tony and I pretended not to hear him, (yes the guilt rages on), and there is 30 seconds of quiet (because I was probably counting myself) followed by, "it's 100!" I did not have to pretend to be interested or pleased or proud. Poor Aidan, again the teacher not just a student. This little math hurdle was followed by my own question.
"how did you know that?"
Lesson learned, Aidan. I will be interested, pleased and proud of the steps along the way.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Ok, maybe not a trainwreck, but I am sure something in here will come back to bite me in my proverbial buttocks.
So here goes.
My life story.
Where to begin?
Ummmmm. Let me see here.
Now that I have all of these listeners I have nothing to say. My teenage motto was, "I can talk talk talk talk talk talk talk". This motto was particularly useful when people would tell me to be quiet and in my ultra-mature 12-year old mind this catchy retort made sense. I did not, scratch that, do not like being told what to do. I would continue on talking, about nothing, until I chose to stop. Oh, how defiant I was.
Only now, I feel all talked out.