Would you believe that Asher gave me a heart attack this morning? Of course you would. He’s been my 5am alarm clock for months, but today he slept until 7am. When I turned to look at the clock and hadn’t heard a peep from him all night, I panicked. I went to his crib and he popped right up and giggled at me. I was so relieved I nearly squeezed him to pieces. I realize it’s a bit irrational to fear he may never wake up, but I’m as hyper-alert and paranoid as the next mother. Most of the time I find myself strangely peaceful, reassured in the fact that his will be a routine surgery. But here and there I have a moment of fear. These moments sneak up on me on tip toe and trip me up. (How rude.) And now, here’s your real-life peek at Asher, one of the three […]
Would you believe that Asher gave me a heart attack this morning? Of course you would. He’s been my 5am alarm clock for months, but today he slept until 7am. When I turned to look at the clock and hadn’t heard a peep from him all night, I panicked. I went to his crib and he popped right up and giggled at me. I was so relieved I nearly squeezed him to pieces. I realize it’s a bit irrational to fear he may never wake up, but I’m as hyper-alert and paranoid as the next mother. Most of the time I find myself strangely peaceful, reassured in the fact that his will be a routine surgery. But here and there I have a moment of fear. These moments sneak up on me on tip toe and trip me up. (How rude.) And now, here’s your real-life peek at Asher, one of the three […]
I’m not a fan of small talk. I’m not good at it. I can’t just keep it simple. There’s something in me that MUST give people information. And I would much rather hear what’s really going on with the person I’m talking to, rather than chatting about how many leaves are piling up on the sides of the streets. I do realize most people aren’t comfortable diving right into the deepest parts of themselves and their lives with a practical stranger, but I’m just saying, I don’t like small talk. Therefore, if I’m forced to small talk, I have a tendency to throw out any random tidbit of information floating through my brain, private or not. So when we went to the city hall on Halloween for the annual bash I was bombarded with opportunities to make a fool of myself in conversation. There were a lot of neighborhood acquaintances there. They wanted […]
My mom and dad were here this weekend. They helped vacuum and dust, clean up leaves, scrub floors, do laundry, cook, do dishes…OH! And they helped me choose the lucky winner of my giveaway.My dad even wrote down all the numbers from 1 to 68, the total number of comments. Then he drew one of the numbers:I then had to count (very carefully) through each comment until I got to number 41. That was very tiring. Sooner or later I said, “37. 38. 39. 40. 41!” And the winner is…mrs. mcb! Congratulations. You’ve won the “Rocks in the Sun” book by Troy Livesay. (If I don’t hear from mrs. mcb by noon on Monday, the 3rd, I’ll choose another winner.) (Back to “regular” posting tomorrow.) Thank you for allowing me to pop up in your inbox and for reading my words, silly or serious. I appreciate you. ~Heather
Meet Superfluous. She’s FIRE. And she’s hot. At her costume party last night, she let me come in even though I didn’t dress up. (I know, I know…lame.) That’s Shannon on the right, all cute in her 70’s garb. This is K. (of K and/or K-Waiting for a Little Vlachster) It says ‘history’ on his shirt because… He had a post-it on his foot…Sarah Palin, a footnote on history. Get it? Brilliant, eh?He was like a walking riddle. No matter how you’re voting, you have to admit that this costume is genius. And now for K’s other half, K.As she says on the K and/or K site, Disclaimer: The following reference to “white trash” has nothing to do with race or economic status. I firmly believe this demographic is a state of mind. I’ve been poor and white (I’m still white), but I’m not trashy–except today! The White Trash Bride. Complete with painted […]
Halloweeny ’08G’pa D. helped Asher carve his first pumpkin. Asher thought he should really get his hands on that thing. PRONTO. So he had the honor of holding the top. As you can see, he thought that was very VERY cool. Then he chewed on it for awhile. He was quite pleased. Then we went next door to visit The Best Neighbors in the Whole Universe. Miles and Asher got some great loot. (Asher was going to be a puppy, but I couldn’t find his costume. So we cut the legs off the fireman costume from last year. Yes, I’m currently quite disorganized, I lose costumes. But I’m no fool. A scissors is good for lots and lots of things.) (Oh! I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you. (I’m sure you can’t tell.) That’s Miles, not the actual real Spiderman.) Then we were off to city hall for the annual Halloween bash where […]
