As I have naught a bit of interesting news to share, I have nothing to fill this lonely space.
But maybe the inspiration shall one day return.
Until then,
Oh, you should click over to this post by my 'friend' Kristen. Oh my, I was laughing so much.
The time kids and i drank beer at target Click on that there.
Doesn't that sound funny? Here's some of her dialogue with her kids at the eatery in Target... But really, click over to her blog to get the full context of the story and some photos...
Kembe: “BEER?? We’re getting BEER? Yes!! I love beer!”
India: ”Mom, thanks for getting us beer!”
Me: Guys, that’s not beer. And please use your inside voice.
Kembe: Yes, this is beer! It’s beer and I love beer.
India: It’s what daddy drinks! Yum. This beer is so good.
Kristen: IT’S NOT BEER. It’s soda. Lower your voices.
India: Mommy, I know this is beer. I’ve had it before.
Me: When have you had beer?
India: That time someone took pictures of us. They took pictures of us with beer and then they let us drink it.
Me: WHAT? SOMEONE TOOK YOUR PICTURE AND GAVE YOU BEER? WHO DID THIS? WHAT HAPPENED? TELL MOMMY WHAT HAPPENED!
Kembe: That time with Eli and Cora.
Me: (heart rate resuming normalcy). Oh. Yes. You guys, that was Coke. Not beer. You’ve never had beer. This is called soda, okay??
I'm a California city-girl living in a Midwestern town of 1,042. It's a small life, but one filled with love and purpose.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
A Dreamy Day
Happy Anniversary to my main man and me. We were romantically betrothed twelve years ago. It was sweet.
Today was sweet too.
My dear, dear mother-in-law gave us the day to go. To go away and be just us while she spent the day with three high-energy boys. It's a strange feeling to just be he and me. And we loved it.
We went to Turkey Run State Park and hiked trail 3 to trail 10 to trail 5 to trail 9. It sprinkled a bit, but the thick forest worked as our umbrella. Two hours of talking and holding hands and just being he and me.
Then we went to the inn there for lunch. Pot Roast Melt. So yum. Tender beef, swiss cheese, grilled onions, rye bread. With mint M&Ms Debbie gave us just before we left.
Part three was spent in the lodge. We, being uberly nerdly, sat on a couch with our shoulders snuggling... and read. No one was trying to crawl up on our laps, or pull us into another room, or need... anything from us. We could just be, you know? Parenting is great. It's special and fulfilling. But a break from parenting is also great and special and fulfilling.
So on to part four of our dreamy day... As we left the lodge it started to rain so we drove to a shelter house with a picnic table to share our annual bottle of Martinelli's. The rain turned into a thunder storm, but we were very dry and snug in the shelter. Paul tried to use the cigarette lighter from our car to start a fire in the fireplace, but it wasn't hot enough. But you could imagine how cozy that would have been. We sat on the table sipping from wine glasses we brought from home and enjoyed the sound of the rain and the little peeks of sunshine that came and went.
And then we drove home. Charlie and Reuben, who had not seen us for seven whole hours, came running and squealing to us at the door. Sweet boys.
And sweet Debbie for caring for them.
And sweet man who loves me abundantly.
Today was sweet too.
My dear, dear mother-in-law gave us the day to go. To go away and be just us while she spent the day with three high-energy boys. It's a strange feeling to just be he and me. And we loved it.
We went to Turkey Run State Park and hiked trail 3 to trail 10 to trail 5 to trail 9. It sprinkled a bit, but the thick forest worked as our umbrella. Two hours of talking and holding hands and just being he and me.
Then we went to the inn there for lunch. Pot Roast Melt. So yum. Tender beef, swiss cheese, grilled onions, rye bread. With mint M&Ms Debbie gave us just before we left.
Part three was spent in the lodge. We, being uberly nerdly, sat on a couch with our shoulders snuggling... and read. No one was trying to crawl up on our laps, or pull us into another room, or need... anything from us. We could just be, you know? Parenting is great. It's special and fulfilling. But a break from parenting is also great and special and fulfilling.
So on to part four of our dreamy day... As we left the lodge it started to rain so we drove to a shelter house with a picnic table to share our annual bottle of Martinelli's. The rain turned into a thunder storm, but we were very dry and snug in the shelter. Paul tried to use the cigarette lighter from our car to start a fire in the fireplace, but it wasn't hot enough. But you could imagine how cozy that would have been. We sat on the table sipping from wine glasses we brought from home and enjoyed the sound of the rain and the little peeks of sunshine that came and went.
And then we drove home. Charlie and Reuben, who had not seen us for seven whole hours, came running and squealing to us at the door. Sweet boys.
And sweet Debbie for caring for them.
And sweet man who loves me abundantly.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
When I Was Adopted
The other day Reuben asked me about when I was adopted. I think he wanted to know where I lived after I was adopted. I don't remember exactly what he asked because I was trying to quickly take in the idea that he thought I was adopted. Which makes me wonder if maybe he thinks everyone was once adopted.
I replied to him, "Remember, I grew in Granny's womb. Granny is my mom."
Rube - "Oh, yeah. Then where did you go/who took care of you when you came out of her womb?"
Me - "I lived with Granny and Granpa. They were my family and took care of me."
I think his five-year-mind moved on to something else and our conversation ended there. But what a realization for me - to know what he is thinking and how he is trying to figure out the world.
He was adopted, not being raised by the woman whose body he came from.
He knows that Peter grew in my womb, that the doctor cut me open to retrieve him, and that he still lives with us, his birth parents. I guess that's why I was surprised he was globalizing adoption.
I hope he will continue to verbalize his thoughts to me and that I will be able to help him make loving sense of his world.
I replied to him, "Remember, I grew in Granny's womb. Granny is my mom."
Rube - "Oh, yeah. Then where did you go/who took care of you when you came out of her womb?"
Me - "I lived with Granny and Granpa. They were my family and took care of me."
I think his five-year-mind moved on to something else and our conversation ended there. But what a realization for me - to know what he is thinking and how he is trying to figure out the world.
He was adopted, not being raised by the woman whose body he came from.
He knows that Peter grew in my womb, that the doctor cut me open to retrieve him, and that he still lives with us, his birth parents. I guess that's why I was surprised he was globalizing adoption.
I hope he will continue to verbalize his thoughts to me and that I will be able to help him make loving sense of his world.
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