May 8, 2016 § Leave a comment
A few days ago as a gesture of gratitude for holding down the fort, and because he loves me, Paul brought me a homemade red velvet cupcake with a big dollop of some sort of cream cheese frosting on top, from the resident lounge.
“Something special,” he said. “Just for you.”
As he walked up the stairs with it, HH saw it, took it from him and carried it over, holding it up to me yelling, “MAAAAAAAAHM! DADDY BROUGHT YOU A CUPCAKE!”
I bent down and took it from her.
“That is so nice of you to bring that to me, HH! So helpful. Thank you.”
She looked up at me, expectantly.
“I want to stick my finger in it.”
I told her I’d cut it in half and we could share.
I got a plate, cut it in half, and we sat down at the table. She picked up one of the halves and shoved the entire thing into her mouth. I picked up one crumb that she had dropped and ate it, causing her to freeze mid-chew and look up at me with total suspicion. Then I reached to pick up the second half.
She grabbed the plate and pulled it into her chest, cheeks stuffed, red dye smeared across her face, glaring at me, poised for freakout.
I looked at her. “HH…we’re sharing. That half is mine. In fact, the whole thing is mine, I was sharing with you.”
Paul joined in: “That is Mom’s cupcake, she was nice to share it with you. It’s not yours. Give it back.”
Wailing, sobbing, and with her mouth wide open and chewed food flying everywhere, she promptly dropped the other half of the cupcake on the ground. Frosting down.
E, who had been hanging out in the vicinity waiting for something exactly like this to happen, speed-crawled over, and puked on it.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there. I hope you all got something special. Just for you.
August 24, 2015 § 4 Comments
…and we’re back.
Little Eazy-E was a champ on the flight home.
If anyone looks like he could use some help it’s Dad.
HH will not let him go, to the point that it’s kind of an issue. He can’t be in the room without her wanting to feed him or hug him or put a blanket on him or honk his nose. But better that than the alternative. She is honestly so happy to have her brother here.
Not sure if the feeling is reciprocated. (And her hair. Seriously.)
Paul is already back at work, and we’re just adjusting to life with a +1. More to come later.
August 16, 2015 § 1 Comment
On Monday we flew up to Oregon and made the drive from Portland to Bend. And on Friday, after two days in the hospital, we left with this guy.
Due to some scheduling snafus, we spent a few days hanging out in Bend before the birth.
It could have been worse. Bend is full of trails and microbreweries. When things got particularly stressful, I walked out our front door and went for a run…
…then drank a beer. Like I said, could have been worse.
Now we are hanging out in Oregon, waiting for all the paperwork to be processed so we can cross state lines and bring our newest edition home to meet our oldest addition.
I am really looking forward to it. Like, seriously.
The adoption was a journey, and we are very excited to get home. More on that later. But in the meantime, we’re going to go for walks, enjoy some brews, and spend some QT together before we become a chaotic clan of four.
…I mean five. Depending on how you count.
October 27, 2014 § Leave a comment
I hadn’t read Goodnight Moon in about 20 years before this happened:
15th percentile body weight and height, 50th percentile head circumference
She loves books. LOOOOOVES books. So there’s been a good amount Goodnight Moon up in these parts for the past year or so. And upon reading it again for the first time, I was surprised.
I was surprised by how completely random and creepy Goodnight Moon is.
The lines and pictures from this book reside in the same eerie, dream-like haze as early childhood memories. There is a ghostly familiarity to them. But when my grown-up mind saw the pictures with grown-up eyes and heard the words for the first time in many, many years, my initial thought was, “HOW is this book so popular??”
There is no story. The rhymes aren’t super fun or clever. And take, for instance, the mush. We wish it goodnight, as it sits, cold and colorless, next to a blank page that says “Goodnight Nobody.”
There is the picture on the wall across from the three bears sitting in chairs of a big rabbit fishing for a little rabbit with a carrot on a string. What.
And then, of course, the quiet old lady whispering “hush”:
Nightmare material like woah. Case in point:
Tell me there’s no resemblance.
And yet, despite the objective weirdness, Goodnight Moon is soothing. And warm. And because it lacks the typical structure and singsongy-ness, as you read it the second (or third, or fourth) time, it doesn’t grate. It is simple and familiar and calming. And the glowing light of the stars and the dollhouse windows on the last page…I love the last page.
So, like every other parent and grandparent, we’ll keep a few copies around, reading it over and over and over again, burying the same strange story with the same strange pictures deep into someone else’s childhood memory, to be rediscovered later.