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Archive for May, 2007

Lots to write, no time to write it all!

So, instead, I’ll share with you a fair trade site that a friend of a friend started (I think that’s the right amount of friend-generations). It’s called Bambootique, and you should check it out. 🙂

From their website:

Welcome to Bambootique’s online fair trade store! Bambootique’s unique lines of fair trade purses, jewelry, candles, silk scarves and paper products are handmade and handcrafted by women’s artisan cooperatives in developing countries. From Nepal, Indonesia, Thailand, Honduras, Guatemala and Cambodia, all of our fairly traded goods embrace cultural diversity and promote social awareness. When you purchase any item, you are empowering these women to improve their lives, as well as the lives of their children.

I have a birthday coming up, you know. And this is really cute. 😉

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In memory…

This is Memorial Day weekend. To most of us, I know this day usually amounts to little more than a day off of work, if even that. Most of the week, I’ve just been most thankful for the holiday because Bald Man will be home tomorrow. I haven’t thought much more about it.

So, tonight, I sat here getting ready to write a post for Play Library or Marriage Actually and just turned on PBS for some background noise, and they’re doing their Memorial Day tribute. Academy Award winning actors reading letters of moms who have lost their children, of others who have thought that their loved ones were brain dead after injury. Photos of parents grieving at their children’s graves at Arlington National Cemetery (where I always look to catch a glimpse of my dad’s headstone). And now I’m crying.

One of the sets of letters was written by a mom whose son died earlier this year. He was 20. 20. I’m 32. He was 20. I can’t imagine.

Earlier today, Bald Man and I were finally going through boxes of clothes, baby and toddler clothes, to pass on to friends or Goodwill. And, let me tell you, that wasn’t easy for me AT ALL. I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to give up so many things, but I do know why it’s hard for me to give up the baby clothes. I touch the fabrics and see the little turtles and immediately can again feel the body of one of my newborn babies curled up warm and sleeping in my arms smelling that most pure smell that is only possessed by a newborn. I love that my kids are growing and developing and become such funny and fantastic people to live life with, but I do so miss that feeling of holding them totally and completely in my arms.

And so, I keep a few of those baby items in a special box…to remember…to share with them when they are about to bring their own babies into the world.

And I cannot, cannot, imagine having to go back to those boxes one day to, instead of sharing with my children the joy and memories I have of their infancies, to mourn my child who barely made it out of childhood. I cannot imagine, and I mourn with those parents who bear that burden today and everyday. I hope and pray comfort to you today.

btw-I’m determined to be in D.C. one Memorial Day for “Flags-In” at Arlington and for Rolling Thunder.

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    *Only 2 weeks until the World Vision BBQ!!! That came up quickly. Still very much psyched. 🙂 Are you coming?
    *We need to have friends over every Friday night. That way, the house is already clean (or as clean as it’s going to get for the week), a good portion of the Saturday morning chores are already done, and we get to do other stuff on the weekend itself! Plus, we get to hang out with friends (the best part 🙂 ).
    *Jonic is going to owe me about 5 days of my life back once Bald Man and I are caught up on 24. Not sure why I let him talk me into things. 😉
    *I love lemon curd.

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Today, Luke turned two. Here is his momentous day in photos:

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Snuggling with Mommy and the ever-present duckie blankie.

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Stopping to smell the roses. Or, hitting them, which is what actually happened.

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Looking like a big boy in his car seat! Yeah, I really should no longer refer to him as a baby. That’s a big boy sitting in that seat!

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Mmmm….pizza…..only french fries could make this a more perfect meal for me…

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Must interrupt this dinner for a brief temper tantrum. I am two now, you know. (The cause for the tantrum? Mommy wouldn’t let him go find Daddy in the bathroom. It is my job, after all, to protect him from danger, you know. 😉 )

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Mmm….Dairy Queen ice cream cake….

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Another snuggle with Mommy, just because.

Happy birthday, to my little boy. It’s hard to believe that it’s been two years since I first held you in my arms and introduced you to the world. Two years since you made our family 5, since you caused us girls to be outnumbered. Two years since I proved to the world that, yes, I can TOO have a blonde, blue-eyed child! 😛 Two years that have gone so quickly, and two years to the start of a life that I’m lucky enough to have a front row seat for. You are amazing, funny, sneaky, loving, mischievous, and one of the great joys of my life. I love you.

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This is my baby’s last day as a one year old. Also, probably the last time I should be referring to him as a baby. We’ll discuss that later, maybe. For now, let me have my moment. 😉

Anyway, I think he knows that 2 year olds don’t get away with quite as much stuff as one year olds, because this is the scene I came down to after an extremely quick potty break (the only kind of potty break a SAHM of little ones gets during the day). In the 1.5 minutes I was gone, Luke managed to get the big bag of Fruit Rings (a Fruit Loops knock-off) off of the counter, cop a squat next to the oven, and taunt my in-laws’ pup with the sugary treats cereal.

Today, catching him on his last day as a one year old, it’s a Kodak moment. Tomorrow? Off to the naughty step! (Which, actually, he is quite familiar with already. 😛 )

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Hi Jack. It’s your birthday, but you knew that now, didn’t you?

So, for everyone else, this is your chance to wish my friend a happy birthday. Why would you do that, other than because of your great love for me and, therefore, for all whom I love, and because I told you to?

Well, let’s just say that I don’t think I’d be the same person that I am today if it weren’t for my friend of over 20 years. Not that everything about me is good. I certainly wouldn’t know what it’s like to inhale whipped cream through my nose, and THAT is entirely her fault. I also wouldn’t know what it’s like to have a photo out there of one of my parents doing a certain Chippendales move. Again, her fault. And I definitely wouldn’t know what it’s like to sit on a toilet that’s been sprayed with Pledge. I don’t know if that was entirely her fault, but I know she was involved. And was very proud of that fact. And was laughing hysterically.

Why are we friends, again?

Oh yeah. Because I do know what it’s like to be loved unconditionally. I know what it’s like have someone endure all of your changes going though adolescence/early adulthood/ whatever’s coming next. 😉 I know what’s it’s like to have your best friend beside you for the whole week prior to your wedding, fielding all of the crazy family stuff (or at least as much as possible) so that you can try and enjoy the moments. I know what it’s like to call someone telling them that your dad just died, and know that they will be there as soon as they can and for as long as you need them to be. And those are all positively Jackie’s fault.

Jack: No one else that I know could work the jobs that you do like you do. I know that the people that you’re there to serve never are excited to see you, but I hope that at least a few of them one day realize how lucky they were to have you there. I hope that I always realize how lucky I am to have you. You keep me grounded. You keep me laughing. You share a relationship with me that reminds me of how solid and good a friendship can be.

And for all of those things, I am always thankful for you. I love you. Happy Birthday.

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My 3 1/2 year old looking at the toliet in McDonald’s…

“Mommy….this potty is AWESOME!”

Why, yes, we are teaching our kids to appreciate the finer things in life. 😉

note: Bald Man says it’s important to make it known that this was the women’s restroom. In the men’s restroom, he claims that the commentary is more along the lines of:

“Daddy, what’s that smell?”

or

“Daddy, don’t step in the puddle!”

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