Saturday, April 28, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
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Wednesday, April 25, 2007
E: "Where we goin' mom?"
me: "Don't you remember?"
E: "TO GET DADDY!!!"
me: "Yup, we'll pick him up then go eat at the 5 Spot , ok?"
E: "Yeah, and when I see him, I will kiss him all over! And he will be sooo happy to see me!"
me: "He'll like that."
E: "And I'm so happy that we can bring him home. Let's call him, Mom."
me: "Well he's still up in the air in the airplane, it's not safe for him to talk on the phone yet. He'll call me when he's getting off the plane and then you can talk to him."
E: "Yeah, because he wants to talk to me, I'll put him on speaker (phone)."
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
My Personality Type:
You Are An ISFJ The Nurturer
You have a strong need to belong, and you are very loyal. A good listener, you excel at helping others in practical ways. In your spare time, you enjoy engaging your senses through art, cooking, and music. You find it easy to be devoted to one person, who you do special things for.
You would make a good interior designer, chef, or child psychologist.
My Pizza Personality:
You focus on living a quality life.
You're not easily impressed with novelty.
Yet, you easily impress others.
So along with the beautiful flowers these April showers have brought, we have been experiencing a tremendous amount of pollen floating in our breezes. Our cars are lightly dusted, with this yellow powder. Here is a picture I took earlier today, it's really quite remarkable.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Sunday, April 22, 2007
So there's an inevitable thing that happens between parent and child. This quick transformation. When we as mothers are one day an individual, and then suddenly two-in-one. This life takes roughly 9 months to mature inside, to grow and develop, but is still you, it's your blood pumping through their veins. Then one miraculous day, you are two, two separate entities. This is exciting, but admittedly a day of mourning. This slow grief, I imagine never truly ends. A friend mentioned to me, of never feeling so alone. It's so subtle at first: Your baby is so intensely dependent, and truthfully will die without your nurture. But slowly independence takes form, your milk soon is no longer the sustenance it needs, your baby will sit, eventually become mobile without your gentle guidance. And then it really becomes obvious, those slow unsteady steps away from you.
It was this overwhelming feeling that hit me as E and I left the post office last week. We make frequent trips, because it affords us some fresh air and well, it's frankly a lot funner to drop our letters and packages down the shoot as opposed to our mailbox. Anyhow, she turned to me and requested that we take different routs from the front door of the post office to the sidewalk. "You go on the stairs, and I go on the ramp." I obliged her request, and as my eye followed her excited skip, it hit me: "This is how it starts, this, now small gap in our walk through life only will get wider and wider."
I know that my true job as a parent is to provide my precious daughter with the tools to navigate life as an empathetic and successful person in society, not little girl in society. I know she will grow, but it is poetic when you are able to catch glimpses of it right in front of you, or, in front of the post office.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
1 English Cucumber
Salt & Pepper
Fresh Cilantro (this was my addition to the dish, and can be omitted)
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
How about a broom in your owie?
How about a computer in your eyeball?
How about an ice cream in your bellybutton?
How about ______ in your ________?
These are the questions that make up our little game, we play it in the car, at the dinner table, in bed, anywhere. E loves it, she gets to be silly and creative.
*An episode of This American Life addresses this in a unique way, take a listen. (Act 2 in Lockup)
"Act Two. Mother's Day.
As the number of female prisoners climbs, visiting rooms are packed on Mother's Day. Eighty percent of female inmates have children at home. Amanda Coyne has been to a number of these Mother's Days, bringing her nephew to visit his mother and Amanda's sister. Among the difficult moments that come with these visits: What do you say to a five-year-old who wants to know if mommy is a bad guy? (10 minutes)"