Friday, January 29, 2010
One of my favorite things in the world is a good book. I'm not picky about genre or author, I'll read almost anything as long as it's well written and engaging. I love the way a new book smells. Paper and ink and cardboard box. The beautiful cover art, and the interesting fonts. There's nothing about a book that doesn't interest and entertain me. Most people don't stop to think how much work goes into a book. The idea, the labor of writing the book, the courage to ask someone to publish it when you're "finished". The strength it takes to have someone edit your work. And that's only the beginning! Picking a cover style, and a font. All the amazing people along the way that do little parts to make a book what it ends up being. Something as simple as a children's picture book takes thousands of hours of work by the time it hits the store shelves.
Books bring people together. Just this morning PB shared with me that one of his favorite things is when he sits on the floor and LG toddles over with a book in his hands. He very carefully turns himself around and backs up into your lap. He snuggles in and gets himself ready for you to bring him on a journey into the story.
Books tear people apart. Think of all the books that people want to ban. Does anyone remember Rushdie's "Satanic Verses" when it first came out? Or Harry Potter? What about the Bible, or the Koran. Books can be a doorway through a wardrobe to paradise or gateway to hell depending on your view. Amazing, huh?
There's nothing better than sitting in your favorite chair with a good book. All alone, you can become part of whatever is going on. Let it suck you right in and take you away. I've noticed that at the roughest times of my life I always read more.
It's also great to be able to talk about your favorite books. When I was back in NY, a good friend and I always used to get together after we had read the new Harry Potter book to talk about it, dissect it, relive our favorite parts. For the 3rd book, we even had a dinner party and invited other people (complete with a bowl of Jelly Bellies serving as "Bertie Bott's Many Flavored Beans"!) Yup, we're big dorks.
If I had the space and the money, I would have stacks and and stacks and stacks of books. As it is, I have stacks and bookshelves and boxes. They get in the way, and PB sometimes grumbles about them. LG has a "book box" which is really little more than a big plastic bin of board books (his fancy books are kept in a bookcase in his room). Face it, in our house books are part of the decor.
And that makes me happy.
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Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
PB even made me a little sundae, since I was sharing my bounty with him. I'm not sure why we thought it was ok to balance the plate precariously on the edge of the counter, but no disaster occured.
->PB had his wisdom teeth removed on Friday, and he took it like a man. He whined and complained and whimpered a little. No, seriously, he took it very well. I had a big plan to take the boys to the planetarium on Saturday morning with a little help from Grandpa (Grammie wasn't feeling well, either). When it was time to go, though, PB decided he felt up to it. Note: Grammie came, too. It runs in the family. We had a good time, and Grandpa now knows of the allure of the racoon at the nature center (it's literally hours of entertainment- you have to drag them away from his cage).
-> I can't believe LG is going to be 2 in two weeks! Where did the time go? We've invited the photographer who did his one year pictures back to do his 2 year shots (with some of little o in there, too). He does amazing work. I was looking at the pictures he took last year. Sniff. He still has the little baby face last year. Now he looks like a real little boy (move the hell over Pinocchio, my kids way cuter).
-> Yesterday was one of "those days". The days that seem like they will never end? Yeah. LG slept through a bloody nose, so when I woke him up it looked like he'd been slaughtering livestock in his sleep. Ewww. Of course, I discovered this at 6:40, so we left his bedding as it was, and got him clean and ready for school. That means I came home to sheets and blankets and stuffies all covered in yuck. Because the fun never ends at our house. I used the phrase, "If Woody had gone right to the police, this would never have happened." Then I had to explain it to PB. It took all the fun out of making the whole thing fun. Rats (or should I say, Bats?)
Ok, yup, now I'm just whining at you. Because it's still one of those days. I'm going to let you go visit some one else who might draw you mental pictures of wine and roses. Better than this krappe.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
My loving in-laws let us borrow their condo in Cocoa Beach, Fl a few years back for a much needed vacation. Sigh. The beach. This is the view off the balcony.
We did travel over to Kennedy Space Center, too, but since the shuttle was on the pad, we weren't allowed to do all of the cool stuff. We shuffled around the museum and hit the gift shop to stay out of the mid-day heat.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
-->They are teaching LG to sing that old favorite "If you're happy and you know it". However, they are singing the wrong words. I know, you are all saying, "Now, MB, just because they aren't the words you sing doesn't make them wrong." I disagree. They sing, "If you're happy and you know it then your face will surely show it..." I know it as, "If you're happy and you know it then you really ought to show it..." Their way makes no sense!!! If your face shows it why do you need to clap your hands? My way makes far more sense.
--> Remember the Seinfeld where George's Dad takes that stress management course and they teach him to say "Serenity now"? How at the end, as the car drives into the garage at him he screams, "Hoochie Mama"? I've taken to using that instead of swearing. So, when LG flushed the toilet the other day while I was in the shower? He then toddled out to see PB screaming, "Hoochie Mama!" I hear it was hysterical.
-->Thank you for all of your kind wishes regarding o's baptism. There was no lightening, and the world didn't end opening up a gaping chasm to hell, so I think we're all good. PB would like to point out that o was wearing a baptism toga, since no son of his would be caught dead wearing a dress. Whatever.
-->A local radio station posed a question two weeks ago that they are still discussing. Warning: it's about to get graphic (sort of):
When using toilet paper, do you sit or stand? Apparently, 2/3 of people remain seated, while 1/3 stands. And nobody realized that there is any other way to do it than their way.
You'd be amazed at the amount of conversation this has generated. Couples calling in saying after 20 years of marriage, they are finding out things they never knew about their spouse.
-->Yesterday was the 10th anniversary of the day that all 50 states recognized and celebrated Martin Luther King Jr day. Even though Ronald Reagan declared it a federal holiday in 1983, and some states started celebrating by 1986, some refused to until 17 years later. South Carolina was the last state to recognize the holiday.
--> This thing makes me laugh. It seems like a good idea, right? But the guy in the video never tries to push it off the table onto the floor. Which leads me to believe that it doesn't always stay upright. And let's face it, my toddler wouldn't just pick it up to turn it all around. He'd pick it up to throw it.
--> I don't think of Florida as the south. I'm not sure why. Clearly, it is in the southern part of the country. But they don't have a southern accent, and they don't do "southern" things (don't ask what those might be). I think of Florida as more hispanic than southern. Eh, if Ohio is the mid-west, I don't think anyone else is in a place to criticize.
--> Do your kids have theme music? When LG walks around, I hear the music to the A-Team. On Saturday, I had put o into his crib while I went into the other room for something. Through the baby monitor I heard LG giggle, and then a thump. When I went to check, there was LG, holding o's hand in the crib. "Visiting o." , he told me proudly. He had pulled all the blankets off of o's rocking chair, climbed into the rocker, stood on the arm to grab the rail of the crib and catapulted himself in. Little o was giggling, so I guess it was a sight to see.
Have a good week, all. Go visit Keely. Click the button above and be whoosed through cyberspace into the randomness that is "The Un-Mom".
Saturday, January 16, 2010
the wisdom of Solomon
and the courage of Daniel.
Failing that, a tropical vacation would go a long way.
We're baptizing little o tomorrow. Now that we're giving him to Jesus, you think God will start up a 529 for him?
Thursday, January 14, 2010
The park is filled with "site" points and has a driving tour so that even people who can't hike can enjoy the whole falls experience. I was 7 month pregnant when we visited, and LG was only 15 months old, so we enjoyed one or two of the shorter trails and did the driving tour.
I enjoyed reading about how the park was set up by William Pryor Letchworth and much of the "park" was built as part of Roosevelt's work programs. There are amazing stone picnic tables that were built in the 20's and are still being used today. I never fail to be amazed by the incredible things that came out of those work programs. Men that were down and out with almost no hope were able to build stone walls and picnic tables. Create picnic areas and cabins out of only what the forest provided. They did a beautiful job, and much of their original work still stands (and is being used!)
If you are into trains, there is one that runs about 4 times a day, I think, right over the falls. Our friends actually hung around this spot for a while and got to see a train go over the falls. Pretty cool stuff.
On the land is an original Genesee Indian Longhouse. Part of the history of this park is that "The White Woman of the Genesee" is buried here. It's pretty much one of those long, sad stories about how we ruined the Native American way of life. If you're into American History, you'll appreciate this part of the park. Even LG enjoyed being able to wander into the longhouse and stomp around (that's a screen door to the cabin to keep out the critters behind LG).
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
From The West Wing- "Guns Not Butter"
CJ: Okay, I think what we are going to do is that I think we're going to wait until after the vote at 10:30 'cause if we don't win it would be a mistake for this picture to run tomorrow.
Leo: How big a mistake?
CJ: One from which certainly my job would have hung in the balance.
Leo: ...If I see the President's wearing a hat or that thing's wearing a Bartlet button, I'm hiding snakes in your car.
CJ: Come on. Don't say that. Not even to joke.
Leo: You're never going to know where they are... or if you got them all out... Going to lay their eggs right in the glove compartment.
This little scene pretty much sums up my feelings about snakes. Ewww. Shudder. The slit eyes, no legs (WTF, how do they get around??? NO LEGS???)
I avoid them when at all possible. I refuse to let the boys see my fear, though. I don't want them to think they need to be afraid of these horrible, yucky critters. I'm waiting for the day when LG walks in with a garter snake from out in the yard and I pass out.
Aaaargh. I'm having trouble focusing today. I will spare you the rest of what my addled brain is coming up with regarding fear.
Have a good weekend folks.
Because nothing says good times like dancing around with no pants on. My kid won't be a National Merit scholar, but he'll throw one heck of a party. President of his fraternity, no doubt.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Little o on his first day of school with his big brother. For the sake of my sanity, they now attend the same daycare.
LG on little o's first day of school. Yes, their outfits coordinate. No, I never did that again. I'm not that Mom, no worries.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
I won't complain but I do miss the days when I would come home to the scent of Clorox rather than toddler spit and kitty litter. I won't try to change PB into someone who cares about clean, it wouldn't work anyhow. As with everything, I will just do the best I can at the moment.
That's his latest Grammie blanket. I have a great new picture of LG, but I'm saving that for the next "wordless wednesday". You'll have to stop by on the 13th to see it...
As an add on to cleanliness and organization, Blue Violet over at A Nut in a Nutshell is doing a give away of some awesome labels for your stuffs. If'n you need to get your act together, go visit and win some stuff.
Have a great weekend, everyone.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
I realized over the break that if blankets were money, my kids would be rich. Between the two of them they have 19 blankets! Even more surprising is that all of these blankets get used. Each has its own purpose and place in their lives (small ones go in their crib, and large ones for snuggling in the chair with Mama. One Grammie blanket for daycare and one for home.) Admittedly, one or two get used by me, but still it's usage. A good blanket is very versatile. It can keep you warm, it can provide a place to sit, it can cover things up, or hold them while being carried. You can make a tent, or pretend to hide. Yeah, we're big fans of our blankets. Thanks to everyone who gave us a blanket this holiday!
PB has been sick for about a week now. I feel bad for him because he's obviously feeling horrible. When adults are sick I have only one rule: don't make a mess. You don't have to help with your regular stuff (I'll take out the trash, and shovel the porch), but don't add to the mess. I don't care how sick you are, you can put your mug into the dishwasher. You can toss your orange juice carton into the trash instead of leaving it on the counter. PB, if you don't get your act together, I might put you out of your misery.
Have you seen the new cranberry Raisinettes? I've tried them, and I like them. I'm a tad confused, though. They're in the healthy section, near the dried fruit. Specifically, right near the cranberries and raisins. But regular Raisenittes are in the candy section. Not near the raisins at all. So, what makes these cranberry ones any healthier? They're still coated in Nestle chocolate. I get the feeling that someone is trying to pull a fast one on me. It's working.
Do you fall out of touch when you're home on vacation? I realized yesterday morning that I hadn't had any "news" in about two weeks. Normally, I share the Wall Street Journal with my co-workers daily. But at home, I didn't even turn on CNN. So, I had no idea that there was a "security breach" on Christmas Day. I'm not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but I'm happy to be back in the "real" world, at least.
Last night while giving little o a bath, we realized that his chub rolls over his diaper (please note that this excited us because LG's never did- he was always a "lean" kid). I joked that he had a "muffin top". PB wondered if it was a "mini-muffin top"? We just crack ourselves up, I tell you.
Ok, enough random for you. Go do something worthwhile. Plant a tree. Or do your taxes. Have a good week, all.
Friday, January 1, 2010
I don't make New Year's resolutions. Never have. I don't really see the point, for myself. I'm not a person that can do the artificial dead line thing. If I'm going to do something, I get my mind in the right place, and then it happens. I wish I could set a date for that, but it's never worked before, and I don't see it happening this year, either.
That being said, PB and I did talk about them last night. He resolved to try to work out at least 4 nights a week, and to do what he can to keep the boys happy and healthy in the new year. I liked that. No huge commitment with a number at the end, and he had the family in mind when he made his resolutions.
It made me think about what I want in the new year. Not resolutions, per se, just goals, maybe?
I want to whine less. Be more positive and have a better outlook. I think with a little more sleep and a little less Starbucks that can happen.
I want to exercise more. If I can work out with PB at least 3 of his nights, I think it would be fun and healthy. Maybe I can borrow some of his motivation.
I want to have more patience with LG. The terrible twos are in full force at 22 months. On Tuesday, I'm pretty sure I told him, "Stubborn? You think you've cornered the market on stubborn? You inherited that from me, kid. You know nothing about stubborn. Eat your waffle and shut up!" Yeah, not my finest moment in parenting. I have to remember to take a deep breath, count to 10, visualize my happy place. (It would help if he didn't try to help me count to 10, though...)
Taking a segue: o likes my blog, I think. I just read it aloud to see how it sounded, and he giggled and cooed through the whole thing. At least someone thinks it's good, right? Thank god for the smiley happy kid.
I want to read more in the new year, too. I've been resorting to the TV way too much lately. Sigh, modern convenience. It makes it way to easy to turn off the brain. Must stop that before I have jello between my ears.
If I can get half of these I'll be more than happy. And I'm sure at times during the year, I'll get some, and at times none. It's all good. As long as I know I'm not perfect, and keep in mind things I can be working on, we're headed in the right direction, right?
Here's hoping that everyone has a happy and healthy new year. May your celebrations be many and your sorrows be few.