Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Christmas Finery

Here are my kiddos in their Christmas best:

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Winter pictures

"What am I doing in this fluffy suit?"

Monday, December 22, 2008

From Carrots to Cookies

Have you ever had one of those days where you just can't keep up with the creative energy of your child? I wish I had the imagination of a 5 year old! Here is a sampling of his plans from one day last week:
-He wanted to “fish for squirrels.” He had the idea to tie a string to a carrot, and put it outside the door and see if a squirrel would come along. That was pretty easy to manufacture. The ultimate goal was that we would capture it for a pet while it was happily munching the carrot. He sat there for quite a long time. We called out to the squirrels, but none came.

-He wanted to build a new kind of tent in his room. I helped him set up the poles the way he directed me, and we draped blankets over them, but they fell over.
-Then he wanted to play a pirate game. He got into his typical pirate costume, which includes a name tag and goggles, and I was able to sort of keep up. He lost me about the time the other pirates at the pirate meeting kicked us out of the ship building club.
-He drew a picture of an invention that would brush his teeth and put on his pajamas. He drew up some blueprints, which strangely enough included a carrot. He wanted us to build it. He said we'd need a lot of wood. That's when my eyes glazed over.
So I suggested something that would allow him to be creative but also something that I actually knew how to do. We baked and decorated sugar cookies. 

Friday, December 19, 2008

Flashback Friday: Our First Apartment

I remember cooking dinner, and peeking out the window so I could see exactly when he'd arrive in order to have the meal presented perfectly.

I remember floor neighbors abandoning laundry in the washing machines down the hall.

I remember hearing kids through the walls, and trying to imagine my future including such sounds.

I remember him pushing me on the swings down the path near our building.

I remember taking a picture of the crack on the toilet tank on the day we moved in, so that we couldn't be blamed for it when we left.

It was nearly 10 years ago.

We were just married.

We were 21 and still in college, and so we painted one wall purple and strung up chili pepper lights. We had 2 pictures to hang on the walls, borrowed furniture, and lots of energy and excitement and love.

It was here that we learned about building a home, and sharing space. It was here that I learned about socks left willy-nilly around the place, and where he learned about shower drains clogged with hair.

Where we both learned how glad we were to be embarking on this journey together.

It's wonderful how some things never change. We're in a new home now, but it's all still here...we still have the excitement, love, hope, and of course the socks and the clogged drain.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

3 Things

3 Small Things I Feel Guilty About Today:

  1. I haven't memorized the social security numbers of my children.
  2. I still don't have my Christmas cards in the mail.
  3. There is a spill in the fridge that has been there for days, getting yuckier by the moment

2 Small Things I Feel Proud of Today:

  1. I finished my Christmas shopping.
  2. The laundry is completely caught up.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Oh Cloth Diapers, How I Love Thee So

I love your clean white cotton smell, fresh from the dryer.

I appreciate that you're always here, and I never have to run to the store to buy more of you. In fact, I only bought diapers once 5 years ago.

The way you look, neatly folded up in my cabinet makes me swoon.

When I place you upon the bottom of my child, I cannot believe how cute she looks.
I present as evidence:

Monday, December 15, 2008

Weekend Report: Zoo Beauty

We told the kids we were going on a field trip. I love surprising them. Although I can only guess at how much my daughter was surprised, she did have a certain light in her eyes. Before we left, I asked Walter if he wanted to choose pants and put them on. He's a new but enthusiastic member of the "do it myself" club, and he put on a great pair of shorts. Hmm. Because he had no idea where we were going, I decided not to say anything and just took along a pair of warm pants which he requested as soon as we arrived.

As we wandered around, we saw things like this:

Seeing such things caused me to think two things:

1. Wow this is beautiful and amazing!

2. Sheesh, if the zoo can do all this, surely I can muster the energy to find the extension cord so that I can finally plug in the wreath that's been hanging dark on my porch for two weeks.

Walter saw reindeer, model trains, various animals, and he decorated a cookie.

He even hugged a tree.

Goose girl really enjoyed the lights. Though she looks a little dazed in this picture, trust me, she was just amazed.

She was enthralled watching the dolphin show.

On the way home Walter was melancholy. He often feels sad when fun things end. No matter how much we encourage him to think of the fun time he had, he can't seem to let go of the sadness that it's over. I was much the same as a child, and sometimes these days as well. I can only tell him I understand, hug him, and allow him to work it out for himself. That, and feed him ice cream, which we stopped to eat on the way home!

Friday, December 12, 2008

Flashback Friday: Two Ships Passing in the Night

Once upon a time I was 11 years old. It was right before I got my glasses and braces, and right after I got my first perm. It was the beginning of my most awkward stage. My friend Amy talked me into becoming a cheerleader. Me, a 6th grade cheerleader. It's really not something I would normally do, as I don't tend to enjoy being watched by a crowd of people. But I did it, and it ended up being really fun.
Here is a picture of me doing my stuff at the first game. I'm the one in the middle.

I wasn't really paying attention to the basketball playing boys from the rival school, because I was nervous and just trying to remember all my moves. I had no idea that night would be the night I would first see my husband. Or, at least I imagine I saw him. He was there, playing basketball. Can you see him in the picture? He's number 21.

Apparently I was too nervous to notice him that night.

But boy oh boy, the spring immediately following this basketball season, I noticed him alright. All the 6th grades from the 3 schools in our corporation went on a 3 day camping trip to a local state park. The first day, I was walking along a path with a friend, and we looked down the hill and saw several students from one of the other schools. Right away I noticed a very cute boy, with spikey dark hair and tan skin. I asked my friend who he was, and she told me. I couldn't believe how cute he was. It would be another 3 months before I spoke to him. And another 10 years before I married him.