Friday, December 31, 2010

As Promised: More Stuff!

Todd scolded me for what he called "an unsatisfying blog post" the other day. Well okay, he didn't really scold as much as comment. But he's right. I need to get back on the literary wagon, so to speak, and stop writing half-formed boring posts about nothing.

As my first topic I'm going to talk about the kids, because they're not here this week and we miss them. They're brilliant, charming and gorgeous to behold, of course. Doesn't every parent think that about his/her own child? But also? They're pretty frickin' hilarious. Stone (i.e. Mr. Personality) keeps us in stitches. Daphne is a fair bit more... ladylike and usually serves as his straight man. She's gotten really good at rolling her eyes. Here are some recent gems:


Scene: Kids' room. Stone is getting dressed.


Jess: [suspiciously, eyeing pajama bottoms sans underpants on floor] Stone, did you put clean underpants on when you changed?


Stone: [enthusiastically] Yeah!! I did!


Todd: You did?


Stone: [nodding emphatically] I did!


Todd: Where are the dirty ones?


Stone: [His most sincere winning smile plastered to his face as he nods] I put them in the hamper!!!!!


Todd: Show me.


Stone: Okay! ... Um.... Uh...OK....Nooo... maybe I didn't...



Overheard from the kids' room:

Daphne (somewhat horrified) "Did you really swallow that?"

Stone (excitedly) "Yeah I really did! I swallowed it! And then I burped it out!!!"

I don't even want to know.



Daphne: (accusingly) Sto-one, did you wash your hands?


Stone: Yes!


Jess: You weren't in there very long.


**calculating silence...wheels turning, gears grinding etc.**


Stone: I washed them WHILE I was using the bathroom!


Daph & Jess: *facepalm*



Stone: Hey guys! We were wrestling and I made Daphne say uncle, AGAIN!! How can a small brother make a big sister say uncle two times in a row??!?!?!?!

Me: I guess you're just a really good wrestler, Buddy.

Stone: Nah, I think it's 'cuz of my fat belly from breakfast.


Stone: "Dear God, thank you for the good food and the bestest family ever. And... and soon Christy's gonna marry Zach and then she'll be our sister! Amen."

Stone [apropos of I can't remember what]: Daphne run, Daddy has a knife!!!

It's like a circus around here, really. And it's great.

Oh, Mah Toof

I had a head cold last week. It was an unpleasant time to be sick, especially since a lot of our Christmas projects were put off until the last minute. But I drank lots of OJ and a few days after Christmas the cold started to abate. Cue sinus infection. sigh

The pain has resolved itself into my upper jaw (think toothache) and seems to be settled in to stay. Also? It's a holiday weekend and I don't have a doctor in Modesto. Yay! I've been taking decongestants and doing sinus rinses and chugging tea and breathing in steam from boiled eucalyptus leaves but nothing really helps the pain.

None of this is very interesting, I know, and for that I apologize. At least I didn't ask you to read the multi-page document I composed (for posterity, and Lisa) detailing my history of supposed Celiac disease.

I promise I will post something more interesting before the holidays officially come to an end (around here that would be the 2nd week of January, when the kids come home from their mother's house and go back to school).

In the meantime please watch this horrifying video of what would happen if we outlawed guns and criminals had to rob convenience stores with sticks. No laughing please, this is  a serious matter.

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Merry Merry

It is still Christmas right? Yeah, ok, less than an hour to go. Today was a good, good day. And the last weekend and months have also been good. Life has been hard at times, but also drenched in goodness so sweet that I can hardly taste the bitter. My brother got married. I have a tiny new niece. My perfect little oddball family had its first Christmas together. Also, I am back to not eating gluten. Which Lisa wants to hear about. Which I kind of want to write about because it's a big deal in my life right now, but also not because it's boring and slightly depressing since I haven't seen any benefits yet, just deprivation (Oh- the woe of her that cannot eat bread).

There's also lots of other more int'restin stuff that I want to tell you about* too but I can't find the time! I don't have a job right now and it seems to me that I should have time to do all kinds of things because I'm a New Englander, dammit and we work hard and get stuff done and are never behind and I guess that's why I never really fit in there, huh? I have to keep telling myself that this is my job right now, and I don't have to feel guilty because I'm not looking for work. Between laundry & making sure the the kids are properly fed/clothed & Christmas & traveling back and forth to San Jose & trying to fed three people a glutinous diet while avoiding it myself (or alternatively planning gluten free meals for four) & figuring out how this I-am-partnered-with-you-for-life-OMG-Yay!-WTF?!-wait-how-is-it possible-that-you're more-stubborn-than-I-am? & trying to organize/keep the house clean... I just don't seem to have a lot of free time these days. I probably could spend less time Facebooking though, *ahem.* Yes, it's a verb.

I will tell you all about it, I promise, just not right now. Right now I'm sick and severely sleep deprived and I need to go to bed. Goodnight, blogworld. And Merry Christmas.


*like examples of how the kids keep us rolling, either on the floor laughing, or our eyes in exasperation. Or how weird and cool it was to have so many of my family members in California for the wedding. Or how much I like Todd's mom and brother and how lucky I feel to have in-laws I genuinely want to hang out with. Or how God is trying to untwist something that's been twisted up way too tight in my heart for a long long time and how it's not a very comfortable process but I'm glad of it, because it's time. Or about the delightfully nerdy ('hem, I mean academic) theology blog I am currently obsessed with.  Or how squishy and warm and perfect my new niece is and how I can't decide if I love babies enough to have one that I can't give back when I get bored but I sure do like having the loaners in the meantime.

Friday, December 17, 2010

One Year Ago Today

December 17, 2009.

The setting: A snowy Rhode Island, my sister Lib's house.

The mood: Low, very low. Depressed, lonesome in a way only the holidays + a recent breakup can inspire, and flat out of hope.

I got a FB message from a stranger. It said this:

Hey, I read some of your posts on Blogger and really enjoyed the way you wrote, kind of funny and witty, and a bit truthful and heart felt. I guess it's also the way you can set a tone, and get a reader enveloped in what it is you're trying to say while using a pretty decent vocabulary without ever sounding stuffy. I always feel like I'm prying into someone's personal life or reading their diary with a blog, but I was wondering if you write anywhere else on the net. Do you ever write fiction? Thanks. -Todd.


One year later, I sit across the room from him. The kids are sleeping peacefully and the lights from our Christmas tree twinkle behind me. Our first holiday season as a family has been wonderful. Tomorrow we'll celebrate my brother's wedding to a wonderful woman with the rest of my family. The kids will play delightedly with their (unofficial) cousins. I'll get to hold my newest niece. I will laugh with my crazy family and wonder, one again- How is it possible for one person to be so blessed? And I will feel my Father's extravagant love surrounding me and laugh at the way He worked out this plan for my life, and how little I trusted Him.

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