Saturday, October 31, 2009

Halloween


I never thought it would happen to me, but I think I never want to see a piece of candy or chocolate again. Dreaming of salads and healthy soups.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Kisses

I took Lanie to school today. Normally we carpool and she rides with someone else in the morning. This was a nice treat for me.

"Do you want me to pull up to the door or walk you in?" I asked.

"Walk me in," she said.

"Do you want me to walk you to the front doors or into the sanctuary?" I asked.

"Into the sanctuary," she said.

We get inside and a friend of hers comes to say hello. Lanie hands me her backpack and lunchbox to take to her classroom--I had offered to run it down for her.

"Can I get a kiss goodbye?" I asked.

She threw her arms around my neck and hugged me tight and kissed me. I loved it. At home, Erin and I played and ran around and folded laundry and sorted through the twos clothes and unpacked the threes. Ready for a chocolate break, I asked her, "Would you like a kiss?"

She knew immediately what I meant and came running into the kitchen with her hand out.

"One or two?" I asked.

"Two," she said after a moment's thought. Then, "I'm saving this one for Lanie after school."

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Pick your own

Nice that the grass mowing is nearing a halt and that Shane can spend more weekend time doing family stuff than yard work. After a housebound day in yesterday's rain, today's sunshine was like a firing shot at the start line. We were off ... to the pumpkin patch.


We rounded the corner to pumpkin parking and were all (well, all us girls) gasping at the endless sight of pumpkins spread out before us. We grabbed a wheel barrow and Erin picked up every little pumpkin she wanted and loaded them in. Lanie was looking for the biggest and the best. We settled on one biggest-and-best and two littles. The kids road in the wheel barrow for awhile, their giggles echoing out across the bounty. Heart: capture that moment.

I did a quick stop at Home Goods to get candles for the mantle. They've already decorated the store for Christmas. When we walked through the doors, it was really rather magical and Erin screamed--SCREAMED with excitement. Several shoppers stopped at looked at her in surprise. Shane and I laughed. And then we laughed harder. Other people smiled and laughed with us. Her enthusiasm and joy is untamed. And it's a wonderful thing.

We also went book shopping. I got Peter Mendel's book Material World and Lanie got an I Spy Extreme Challenger Book. She's hooked on them. I'm a bit fascinated with them as well and am guilty of sneaking off with the books from time to time. Shane and I enjoyed White Chocolate Mochas. Then we took the kids out to dinner. My man was beat by the time we got home. Erin was excited to see the moon out and wondered about stars. Lanie was quick to look at her book. And I'm just glad for a full, fabulous fall day.

Happy to be.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Monkey dress


I was so excited to get some fall clothes for the kids at half the cost. I opened the package when it arrived Monday, eagerly snipping off tags and removing size stickers. I got a little too snip-happy with the diaper panties that were fastened underneath the monkey dress--snipping a nice nick into the chest of the dress. I groaned. There was no way I could return it.

Erin didn't mind.

"That's ok, Mama, you can fix it," she said. I hoped I could with such a little one looking up to me. Today, we went to the fabric store where I explained my snafu. A kind assistant sold me a 6 cent fix-it (like stitch witch) and made a great suggestion of sewing a button over the whoops. Or even a bow. What a great tip.

I wish all my snafus in life could be so easily mended and prettied up.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

It's all the rage

So, how is it I throw my back out on my first full day of being forty, just by getting out of bed?

Shane was quick to offer solutions. He recommended morning stretching and explained how. As my back pain worsened through the coming days, I decided to try his stretches. Lying on the floor on my back, I gently brought my knees to my chest and hugged them for several intervals. It didn't hurt and it was nice to stretch. However, upon finishing, my back went into excruciating spasms, which plagued me for the next days to the point of tears. Many tears.

"Howard Stern read a book by a doctor named Sarno," he went on to tell me. "It really helped his back pain."

Not buying it. But some curiosity got the best of me and I searched this Sarno guy online and found this blurb about him and his philosophy.

Interesting, I thought. A friend from church called later that evening and asked how I was doing. I explained what I'd been through in a week's time and I think I shared with her some tidbit on Sarno. What could make me have repressed rage on the first day of forty?

"Well, I talked to my dad on my birthday and he said he wasn't coming to my party. Maybe that pissed me off," I said. Lightly.

"I don't think you're supposed to say pissed off to a church person," Shane said lowly.

Noted.

Did the back pain go away as a result of this insight? (Coincidentally, it did improve significantly. But I'm still not buying the rage relationship--mostly for lack of rage.) I never thought of myself as someone with repressed rage. Perhaps occasionally melancholic. And at times, I like to think, endearingly quirky.

Happy birthday to Lanie

Still dark when I woke up this morning to make the traditional birthday Fluffy Buns. I'm so glad Lanie likes tradition. Erin woke with me to help.

"On my birthday, can I have fluffy buns and blueberry muffins and Dora cupcakes?" she asked.

She knew the blueberry muffins were for Lanie's class yesterday. Fluffy Buns, Lanie's favored breakfast treat. And Dora cupcakes as featured on the station formerly known as Noggin, now Nick Jr.

"Sure," I smiled and looked forward to the daily reminders of her request for the next eight weeks. Erin, who can't understand why we can't put up a Christmas tree today, or just celebrate her birthday now. I think I might have to just make those Dora cupcakes to tide her over. Eight weeks is a long, long time to a two year old.

Lanie came downstairs to hugs and birthday wishes and the delicious cinnamon-sugar-scented goodness fluffing away in the oven.

"I still feel six," she said. I hear you. I still feel thirty-five, despite my body's groanings that I'm not.

"Maybe you will feel seven tonight after dinner when we're singing to you and we eat birthday cake. Or when you open your present," I suggested.

"Yeah, we got you Strawberry Shortcake!" Erin said. Exuberantly. For like the fifth time since we purchased the gift. Still working on discretion ...

"Erin!" Lanie complained.

Happy birthday to my sweet seven.

It goes so fast.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Perhaps I should have put more thought into my own gift request ...

A busy weekend ahead of us. Today's list of to-do gets heavier the longer I sit in front of a computer.

Lanie's birthday is a few weeks away, and a friend asked me for a gift idea. So I asked Lanie, "Is there anything special you'd like for your birthday?"

Without hesitation, she replied, "A robot. I want a robot so that when you tell me to go do stuff, it can do it for me."

I'm noticing serious genius in this kid.