Yes, that is a lab coat, a captain Hook pirate hat, and a baseball medal. This kid has some imagination.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Yes, that is a lab coat, a captain Hook pirate hat, and a baseball medal. This kid has some imagination.
Monday, August 25, 2008
So far I'm on day three and it's an interesting little venture. I guess my problem lies in the thought that "God designed you. Everything you do, and are is God's plan". I don't really like that line of thinking, because in my mind, it negates any ownership of responsibility. Like, "Well, I stole that car, but it's okay because it was God's plan and part of his purpose for me." I have a VERY hard time with the idea that some poor guy died to absolve me of my sins, because even if it is true, there are too many people out there who use THAT as an excuse to not be really good people. The whole notion of people who go to church regularly being pious, good people is a misnomer, because while those people do exist, I've seen far more that indulge in the thought process of being a Christian for pretty much 2 hours on a Sunday morning, and then forgetting the message the rest of the week.
I wish there was some way to mesh my thoughts all together. I really like some things the Dalai Lama has to say on religion, and faith in general. I really felt a sense of peace, and was in awe when I attended a Bat Mitzvah for a former student of mine last year. I can appreciate the ceremony imbedded into Catholic beliefs. I really LOVE that the church and faith I choose to worship in encourages me to question everything, and so I will continue to do so.
At the very least, with this Purpose Driven Life, I'll gain some insight into myself. It's worth a shot anyway.
And if not, I can always raid my dad's bookshelf.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
This is my new race bike, and I'm totally psyched. I will be able to race my triathlons much faster, and I have set the goal of completing an Olympic Length race by this time next year, specifically the Accenture Triathlon in Chicago. That entails a 1 mile swim, a 20 something mile ride, and a 6 mile run. I can totally do it. At least, with the bike I can. The run, as usual will be my pitfall, so my runner friends (Keri?) can help me, I hope.
My mom and dad rock, as they sprung the cash for said bike. I say they're making up for all the homecomings and proms I never went to. They say they're proud of my efforts in the triathlon and other breast cancer races.
I haven't picked it up yet, but in addition to hopefully joining the "Women Who Ride" Club, I really want to take biking classes at the bike shop with a coach this winter. I'd like to do the Ride for Awareness http://www.trekbikes.com/women/awareness_ride/ for Breast Cancer,
but I'd really have to change around my treatment schedule at work. We'll see.
Maybe I'll inspire one of you to do it in my place?
Thanks Mom and dad. Thanks for supporting me in this new adventure in my life. I'm really, really excited about becoming a "biker chick!"
From the files of "I Can't belive I Just said THAT", OR "Things You Never Really Thought You'd Hear Yourself Say"
Let's add to this his adamant protestation that NO he did not pee in the sink as he is standing Naked on the sink counter, and then telling us he washed it down so we can't smell it.
Liar liar pants on fire.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
She even picked out her own cake from Dairy Queen, the 5 Princesses of course. This is HIGH larious since neither John or I encourage the girly girl stuff, but she loves it anyway.
At the park...WHEEEEEE!
Siblings. Nate is helping open presents. Or tormenting her more likely.
Brooke has a tantrum. She wanted more cupcake. Ursula the Sea Witch (what she calls her mother) told her no.
At home during the water gun fight. Nate hates getting wet, so he was running away. I'm not sure what happened with his shorts.
Who invited Rambo Chick? Internet world: Meet Richie's girlfriend Anna. They've been dating for over a year, and I just found out her last name about 2 weeks ago. My brother is classy like that.
Taking aim. Chicks with guns.
All the kids, mid song.
Birthday girl. Notice the bows. That was my sister's other contribution: to accessorize.
It was a great day. She had a super birthday and LOVED the attention.
Monday, August 18, 2008
You don't want to screw up any of these VERY IMPORTANT documents, because you, as a parent, don't want to mess up your kids' chances of getting that MD from Harvard. So, when you get a letter in the mail asking you to write down 2 or even 3 interesting facts about your kid just so their teacher can get to know them a little better, you want to make darn sure you say the exact right thing.
I have no idea what to write about my kid.
Of course, there are tons of things I find interesting about him. Like, how he needs to strip buck naked in order to go poop. Or his choice of clothing combinations on some days. However, having been a former teacher and having actually asked parents to do the same thing, I think I know what kinds of things the teacher is looking for. And I can't help her one bit. To be fair, the sheet also said I could list fears and excitements about starting school, but how the hell am I supposed to write that "Yes, Jack is very excited about school, because as of August 18th, he still thinks he's going to Jedi academy and will learn proper light saber techniques while in your hands."?
I'm at a loss.
John said I shouldn't write anything. That I should let them "learn him on the fly". I don't think that's fair to anyone. The kid is pretty complex, and even after knowing him intimately for 9 months, birthing him, and being his sole care provider for 5 years running, I still haven't totally figured him out.
I could say his favorite color is black, and we're hoping that will be both the start and end of his experience with the Goth, never mind the teenage years.
Steph said I should write that he will be the first kid they send to the office this year. I'm sure that's a pretty accurate statement, but I don't want to paint Jack as being that kid right off the bat. Besides, he's not malicious, he just never stops vying for attention.
Steph also said I could write that he's very inquisitive and always wants to know the why of something, and she's right. I could write on this form that I find it very interesting that my kid has been talking in complete and comprehendible sentences since before he was 2 and he hasn't stopped since. In fact, he even talks in his sleep. He never shuts up, and he's ALWAYS questioning something, which wages such an evil war in a mommy's head.
On one hand, you're all like, "Wow! My kid is friggin' genius because he's so smart and just wants to know more," and on the other hand, your evil half is yammering, "Please, please please, just shut the hell up. Stop talking. Please Stop talking." Which makes you feel even more guilty because you KNOW you should just be answering questions and fostering creativitiy and love of life and learning and blah blah blah, but ENOUGH already with the questions of what happens when someone dies, much less a Jedi. I don't know if Jesus won his bowling tournament during last night's thunderstorm. I'm not quite sure WHAT happened to the bad guys that put nails in Jesus arms (thanks church for that one!). I don't know the answers to everything. Ugh.
So back to the dilemma about what to write. What's so interesting about my kid anyway? He's a typical kid, and I'm pretty sure I have typical expecations of him as far as kindergarten goes. I don't want him to be the smartest, or the best at anything. I just want him to be a good, kind friend, with the added bonus of enough smarts to learn a few things along the way. I think he'll be just fine, really, except for the whole never stopping talking thing. That is going to drive his teacher ape, but for 5 afternoons a week, better her than me.
That's one of the benefits of being "free and public".
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Getting ready for our first ever train ride.
Such a magical thing...the first train ride!
Screech, halt, speed fast....repeat.
In the museum we got 'shrunk' and went under ground into the dirt. Nate LOVED being one with the bugs.
Check out the size of that grub!
Jack is a bug.
Look close! Can you see John and the kids up there?
Such a good day!
Dinner at Rainforest Cafe. Maddie loved the frog.
We ate near Elephants. It was so cool.
The only thing I'd do different is learn the bus system instead of taking the trolley and/or waiting in line (2 hours with 3 kids, no way. We cabbed it ) for the free trolley. The cab ride wasn't too bad, but the bus would've been cheaper.
Friday, August 15, 2008
All women, all the time, it's the best league ever, because we trade based on who looks hot in tight pants. Sometimes we actually trade to have good teams, but since we're all relatively new to the idea of fantasy league-ing, it's a lot a lot a lot of fun.
This year we're playing for something. Vote on the right for what you think we should do.
And if you're a woman, try and get into a fun league like ours. You can be competitive if you really want, but the best thing is getting e-mails regarding engagements, and births for people you don't really know (I was brought in by a friend, and she's the only one I really "know" in the league out of 14 women), and also exchanging addresses for Christmas Cards. Women are amazing creatures, and to blatantly steal a quote,
"Our friends are our friends friends."
Incidentally, if you have any drafting pointers, I'd love to hear them!!
Two years ago today you were the best surprise to happen into our lives. This teeny tiny peanut who didn't ask for brothers named Godzilla and BamBam, but you love them all the same. You have this amazing love/hate thing goin' on with Nate, because you're like twins, but worse, being 13 months apart. We know that when he's throwing keggers in high school, he's going to be telling you to bring all your hot friends.
You're an amazing little girl. All girly girl, but when the situation calls for it, you can grab a lightsaber and keep up with the boys no problemo. You are my constant companion, as if you know you need a second line of defense always, and I don't really mind. You are strong willed, independent-already buckling your own carseat, getting in and out of your chair at dinner, and now climbing out of the crib, and you have really just the sweetest demeanor and disposition. You are smart and funny, and you love to cuddle and be held onto and loved. Daddy and I really don't mind accomodating because you're our baby.
However, as you've learned the hard way at times, we're not about to baby you by any means. You will know right from wrong, and how to do most anything by and for yourself.
I'm very much looking forward to seeing you in your ballet leotard and slippers this fall. I'm very much looking forward to taking you to see the Nutcracker someday, and other live theater performances, and doing other mom/daughter girls' nights out. I will be your friend, but not your best friend, because I'm your mom too and I need to draw a line in order to discipline you and love you the way you need and deserve to be. I hope you make good choices in life in who your best friends will be, because without them you will be lost, just as I would be without mine.
I'm not a girly girl mommy, but I love you more than life, and I hope you know that I won't discourage purses and Barbies and funky frilly things. I do draw the line at Bratz dolls (those hydrocephalic zoned out looking slutty dolls scare me) and random body piercings though, so don't even think about it.
Your brothers adore you. Strangers think you're the cutest thing ever. Daddy and I love you and we always will.
Happy Birthday baby girl.
Mamma needs a new pair of shoes! Thanks Jen for her new stylin' footwear!
Check them out! Check THEM OUT!!
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Gram has a less aggressive from of the mesothelioma and will undergo physical therapy to gain strength, and in 2 weeks have a CAT scan to compare lung tissue from the end of July. Based on PT and CAT scan, she will be a candidate for chemo, the kind that doesn't make you sick or lose your hair. She's very excited about not losing her hair.
I think prayers have worked for her. Everyone's concern and love, the prayer cards in churches, everyone keeping her in their thoughts. A few weeks ago I was told she had 2 months to live, now, this seems doable. My stance on organized religion remains unchanged, my stance on the power of good people does not. I thank everyone who has read this and well wished. She will be okay for a while. Long enough to tell her great grandkids a million times over how much she loves them.
I'm sad she'll probably miss Maddie's birthday party on Friday, but she can't intentionally expose herself to sick people, and John and I have been fighting colds all week. This I understand, it's not worth the risk for her, but we'll be thikning of her for sure.
By the by, how does one find out the ribbon color for mesothelioma? I recently found out the ribbon for brain cancer was grey (an odd choice, no?), but can't find any info on this one. Let me know if you are able to find out!
For now, continued prayers for her strength and perserverance for what lies ahead.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
This is my grandmother, less than a week post surgery. We find out today what her treatment options are, if any. She looks pretty good though, and complained mostly about how messy her hair was. She complains more about her coiffure than a woman a third her age, but she is also of the generation (my other grandma does this too) who goes every week to the beauty shop to get their hair did.
I'm lucky if I go 3 times a year. Still, she looks good.
This is Steph with Brooke and Maddie visiting Grammies. Brooke is into showing people her nipples, and I have a cute photo of it, but I won't post it. It just doesn't seem right somehow....
John took the boys fishing again. Doesn't this look like that Green Acres photo...also titled American Gothic I believe? You know, the old scary dude with a pitchfork and his disgruntled biscuit making wife in her black dress and white bun?
I digress. The boys had a blast, mostly Jack fish, and Nate our future entymologist (if he doesn't succeed in his one man mission to annihilate the ant species entirely) got the worms.
Neighbor Joe working out...I mean pushing Nate and Maddie in the Flintstone mobile across my parent's yard.
Neighbor Ray picking tomaters with Jack.
On to Nate's last t-ball game. He did good.
Here he is on base. Thumbs UP!
Action shot, running to second.
Check out the medal. So totally cool!
Nate and Coach John. When Daddy's wearing the grey, he doesn't get called daddy. Always "Coach John".
I swear these two look like twins, and sometimes they act like it too. John really GETS Nate. I mean...REALLY gets Nate.