"i'm hot."
yes you are.Monday, July 19, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
while i was out
aidan discovered the joy of harry potter. that boy becomes a recluse when he gets into a book.
nadia lived up to her instigating ways as a little sister.
the kids read 12 letters from me and 8 corny jokes.
nadia talked in a British accent during an entire phone conversation magically melting away the 3000 mile stretch for 10 minutes.
margo continued to find new and exciting ways to eat furniture.
tony had a 1200 square foot patio poured on our back hill.
then he raked out the tippity top of the hill so the fence can go in.
then he took the kids to the movies and tutoring and cooked dinner and cleaned the house.
then he cut the infamous beams to make a pergola.
then he forged his very own brackets to make it all tri-city wind proof.
somewhere in all of that he dropped a beam on his foot and banged his elbow bringing the 6 month detriment total up to 4 major injuries and one minor hammer-to-the-finger.
and he brought his awesomest husband status up to awesomer-awesomest husband EVER!
nadia lived up to her instigating ways as a little sister.
the kids read 12 letters from me and 8 corny jokes.
nadia talked in a British accent during an entire phone conversation magically melting away the 3000 mile stretch for 10 minutes.
margo continued to find new and exciting ways to eat furniture.
tony had a 1200 square foot patio poured on our back hill.
then he raked out the tippity top of the hill so the fence can go in.
then he took the kids to the movies and tutoring and cooked dinner and cleaned the house.
then he cut the infamous beams to make a pergola.
then he forged his very own brackets to make it all tri-city wind proof.
somewhere in all of that he dropped a beam on his foot and banged his elbow bringing the 6 month detriment total up to 4 major injuries and one minor hammer-to-the-finger.
and he brought his awesomest husband status up to awesomer-awesomest husband EVER!
Sunday, July 4, 2010
oh, for the love of Margo!
She chewed up my iphone.
She ate the base moulding on the stairs.
She barfed in our bedroom at 2:00am. twice.
She chases the great Sparkalicious-ding-dong.
She goes ballistic at the sound of a horse, even on tv.
She ate the so called indestructible kong.
Her landmines would rival any miniature horse.
Don't even get me started on her gas. Let's just say fido can clear a room.
She ate the couch. The new couch, not the broken in, kid mauled couch.
She licks the outside cat. incessantly.
She squeezes her 80 lb body under our bed at odd hours of the day and night.
She is not even mine!
She ate the base moulding on the stairs.
She barfed in our bedroom at 2:00am. twice.
She chases the great Sparkalicious-ding-dong.
She goes ballistic at the sound of a horse, even on tv.
She ate the so called indestructible kong.
Her landmines would rival any miniature horse.
Don't even get me started on her gas. Let's just say fido can clear a room.
She ate the couch. The new couch, not the broken in, kid mauled couch.
She licks the outside cat. incessantly.
She squeezes her 80 lb body under our bed at odd hours of the day and night.
She is not even mine!
Oh...and I forgot to mention...
she drools.
I still love her.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
he has a dream
Tony has many dreams in fact.
One is to dump the rat race and live on the high seas.
He is ever-so-practical which is why we continue to landscape the backyard instead of liquefying everything to invest in scuba gear and take sail-mending classes. Through his fervored grin he describes the details of this sailboat or that sailboat. He tells me of a simple life that circles the globe, going port to port for odds and ends, immersing in coastal culture of many countries. A blissful existence of fish, fruit, sun and sails. There is the now version where the kids are schooled with the fishes and there is the retirement version where our daily life is sailing into our silver years, and our vacations are with the kids. He tells me all about the master suite and the kids’ rooms.
Seriously, the latest dream boat has 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. We'd keep it green, only using gas in emergencies. He would find a way for my little kitty to come along. Dude has even figured out how to barbeque from the railing! Every angle examined, every pitfall bridged, every need fulfilled.
...except for the debilitating motion sickness of his first mate.
He shares this all not to persuade, not to entice, not to lure. As he sat there on the weight bench in the closet you could see him living it all up in his mind. Caught up in the excitement he says that the cockpit has two seats so we could be side by side piloting the boat with nothing but the ocean out in front of us. What he doesn't know is that it is this that eradicates my green-face, flip-flopping-belly, queasy trepidation.
...because then I can see it.
I can see us, side by side.
One is to dump the rat race and live on the high seas.
He is ever-so-practical which is why we continue to landscape the backyard instead of liquefying everything to invest in scuba gear and take sail-mending classes. Through his fervored grin he describes the details of this sailboat or that sailboat. He tells me of a simple life that circles the globe, going port to port for odds and ends, immersing in coastal culture of many countries. A blissful existence of fish, fruit, sun and sails. There is the now version where the kids are schooled with the fishes and there is the retirement version where our daily life is sailing into our silver years, and our vacations are with the kids. He tells me all about the master suite and the kids’ rooms.
Seriously, the latest dream boat has 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. We'd keep it green, only using gas in emergencies. He would find a way for my little kitty to come along. Dude has even figured out how to barbeque from the railing! Every angle examined, every pitfall bridged, every need fulfilled.
...except for the debilitating motion sickness of his first mate.
He shares this all not to persuade, not to entice, not to lure. As he sat there on the weight bench in the closet you could see him living it all up in his mind. Caught up in the excitement he says that the cockpit has two seats so we could be side by side piloting the boat with nothing but the ocean out in front of us. What he doesn't know is that it is this that eradicates my green-face, flip-flopping-belly, queasy trepidation.
...because then I can see it.
I can see us, side by side.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
the story of the family that always was...
is not my story to tell. What I will tell you is that it is the story of Sara and Trevor and their family that always was, but just wasn't always like this. Over the past few years of witnessing these two trying to have a family I said to Sara that she will have the family that she was meant to have exactly when she was meant to have it. I didn't know that all she had to do was ask. Their son was waiting already. Nico is now tucked neatly, perfectly, naturally in his little place in their family and just as naturally into all of our hearts.
Look at her face. Have you ever seen a mother that full of sheer joy? Maybe you have. Maybe you have felt that too. But it looks perfect, right? Just 10 days after their baby is born, after all they went through, the years of trials and different paths that lead up to this, the paperwork that took on a life of it's own, being captive in a city far away from home without answers (but with the weight of Nico keeping her anchored and willing them to push forward) she arrives home with this look of elation. I can't picture it any other way.
And she says now it all makes sense.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
not just any ol Sunday...
the order for this Sunday was
good food, good conversation and a great trip to wish Grandpa John a happy 60th birthday.
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