Lily the Dream Dog and Sam

Today we have a guest author . . . this is one of dozens of stories she has written over the years . . . thought it was time to share . . .

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Can’t help but smile.
D

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Her First Recital

R had her first piano recital this evening. It was held at an old Baptist church with beautiful stained glass windows . . . about thirty kids played various instruments or sang. R played “Money Can’t Buy Everything” (Alfred).

She played in front of about 175 people.

She played flawlessly.

She even earned herself a trophy.

We are so proud of her!

And she is proud of herself . . . rightfully so.

And while we are on the topic of our girl child . . . this picture was taken on Halloween.

She is beautiful. I know, I know . . . I’m slightly biased . . . but wow.

Proud Mama,
D

Cursive

R brought this home from school today . . . work she did earlier this week . . .


I remember when she couldn’t get a Cheerio® in her mouth.

I also remember when she put seed beads on a beading needle a week before she turned three.

At this exact moment I am also acutely aware of the fact that she is over halfway to sixteen.

Must (sigh) get (sniff) tissue.

D

To-Do Lists & Kid Recollections

So one of the beautiful things about moving – even if it is, as in our case, a partial, temporary move or “Temporary Domestic Relocation” as it is called –  is that a whole lot of purging gets done. A whole lot of projects on the to-do list also get done. Crossing things off my “To-Do Sometime This Decade List” has been my favorite part of this entire process. A few examples . . .

We remodeled two years ago and never put mirrors back in the bathroom, the mirrors have now been purchased. (Installation will probably happen two years from now when we return. Wouldn’t want to have an empty to do list. It would mean I was dead or something.)

In 1980 my mother transcribed onto 638 pages of paper the dozen or so audio tapes my father made before he passed away. I’ve been meaning to have them scanned and digitized since about 2003. It’s done.

In 2000 when my husband and I got married he bought me diamond earrings. They have been sitting in my jewelry box for almost 11 years because the backs kept coming off and I never took them in to have locking backs put on. It’s done.

When we moved into this house in 2005 I put all of my old correspondence and school papers in a giant purple plastic tub. It has been sitting in various places in our house since then. It is now sorted and purged and what I kept is filed and labeled.

The giant unorganized pile of pictures, papers, baby things and kid momentos I have been collecting for the last eight years . . . the pile filling an entire closet and spilling out into our bedroom  . . . has been sorted and organized and purged and stored appropriately.

It was in undertaking that last item that I came across a few kid quotes and stories I had the presence of mind to record. I’m going to relay them here not because they are extraordinarily funny or spectacular but because they are special to me and they bring to mind those exacts moments in my with absolute clarity. So this is for preservation purposes for me . . .

March 28, 2008

G: High, happy voice . . . “Why God made you so soft Mommy?”

(Pregnant pause)

G: Serious voice, shake of the head . . . “Daddy isn’t.”

This is the same child who told me that he likes to pet my tummy because it is “soft and squishy.”

April 8, 2008

This is a conversation I primarily overheard from the kitchen. My husband, C, went into G’s room to get him ready for bed.

C: “OK, Diaperizer”

G: “No. I want Mommy.”

Pause while C attempts to put G’s diaper on.

G: “No. I want Mommy to put my diaper on.”

Another pause while C tries again.

C to Mommy: “Honey, can you come do this?”

G: “I want these on.” Hands Daddy his one piece jammies.

C: “No. If you put those on without a diaper and you poop, the poop will roll down your leg and get stuck between your toes.”

G laughs.

R to Daddy: “Are you sure?”

C: (Deadpan) “Yes. You should try it sometime.”

R comes to the kitchen with a silly grin on her face.

R to Mommy: “If you poop without a diaper it will come out your leg. Is that true?”

Mommy: “Yes.”

Two minutes go by while R puts on her one piece jammies.

R comes back to the kitchen.

R to Mommy: “Are you sure poop will come out your leg? How does it do that?”

November 22, 2008

So G and I were at Bed, Bath and Beyond yesterday. We were cruising through the bedding section when all of a sudden I hear, “Mommy! This is COZY!” Look it’s cozy on my tummy.” I see G on the other side of the throw blanket display holding his shirt up to his collar-bone with two hands, little belly sticking out so he can rub it on the blue microfleece / minky throws hanging on a center display. His little eyes were as bright as could be and his smile was huge . . . he was so pleased!

Today he is cruising around in his full body black polyester costume that has plastic skeleton bones on the outside so he looks like the Grim Reaper. I was helping him climb into it for the third time when he got all excited and said, in his highest, squeekiest, I’m so excited I’m beside myself voice, “I look just like Red Ridin’ Hood!” And then with a sudden shift to a completely normal voice, “Because I have a hood.”

April 27, 2009

R:  “Mamma, does G-d know what I’m going to say next? Because you know what? I don’t know what I’m going to say next!”

Laughter from the audience.

R:  “Should I say it again?”

July 2009:

G & R were drawing a going away poster from my friend S and her family.

G:  “I want to make G-d and Jesus and Noah.”

R:  “G did you know that G-d and Jesus and Yeshua are one big person with lots of names?”

Mom:  Which one are you making?”

G:  “The one with the wife.”

Back to the to-do list,
D

That Was Then . . .

2004 . . .

2011 . . .

Words fail me.

Well, all but these . . .

Happy Birthday, Roo Roo.

I love you to your bones.

Mamma

Rosie and Rhalma

Meet Rosie and Rhalma.

They are the latest addition to the family. They are . . . um, dead spruce branches R found in her travels.

R is the type of person who has to mother everything within 100 yards of her whether it needs it or not.

If something in need of mothering doesn’t conveniently present itself R sets out specifically to find something that falls (or can be coaxed) into that category.

So the dead branches were rescued.

And a pot was filled with fresh dirt and water.

And the branches were “planted” and named.

And now they are sitting in the dining room. On a towel. On a pillow. On a blanket.

Everyone should have dead spruce branches in their dining room . . . really, truly.

Pillow optional.

Afterall, nothing fills a house with a lovely springtime atmosphere quite like dead spruce greens.

Cheers,
D

P.S. So I realize that after looking at these absolutely stunning plant portraits what everyone is really asking themselves is, “Wow! Where can I get hot water baseboard covers like those?”  Well, they are custom painted you know. They can’t be had just anywhere. The baseboards are part of the overall theme with which we’ve decorated the entire house. It’s called, “Still remodeling after all these years.” You too, however, can achieve a very similar look in your dining room with a nice can of Krylon® metal primer.

Birthday Moments

I turned 41 recently. Very recently.

No longer can I say “Oh, I’m forty,” and act like it is no big deal because now I am in my forties, tucked in nicely with margins on both sides.

That’s ok. I’ll take turning 41 to not.

And my children brought me gifts . . . which is one of my favorite parts of the whole deal.

My darling daughter made me a necklace. She calls it a “personality necklace.” The project involved ribbon, paper, silk flowers, markers and a glue gun . . . any excuse to use a glue gun . . .

Isn’t it lovely?

I’m “nice.”

Several times during the project she asked me, “What is your personality, Mamma?”

After spending a bit of time trying to figure out exactly what she was looking for I told her I was extroverted. She didn’t like that answer. She kept asking the same question.

Finally she asked, “Is there a shorter word for your personality?”

“Extroverted” didn’t fit on the paper.

So I’m “nice” . . . which isn’t exactly how she describes me when she gets crabby and I make her go to bed early . . . but that is another story.

My sweet son, being the romantic, charming little boy he is, gave me a rose.

Isn’t it beautiful?

Being a romantic, charming, Alaskan boy it is a duct tape rose.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

My dear husband made me dinner. It was wonderful.

It was even wonderful when G (who generally behaves exactly as one would expect a healthy six-year-old boy to behave – sometimes beautifully, sometimes not so much) suddenly leapt out of his chair, dashed around the table and smeared mayonaise on his sister’s right eyebrow.

What?!?

Who does that?

Better yet, who even comes up with the idea to do it?

My son, that’s who, laughing maniacally the entire time.

After successfully completing his lightning fast impromptu finger/face-painting session G promptly dove into the dog crate and smashed himself into a back corner so his father couldn’t reach him. I had to cover my face to suppress outright laughter. G was absolutely delighted with himself. R and Daddy didn’t think it was so funny.

Dinner came complete with dessert and candles.

A “4” candle and a “1”  candle to be exact . . . which is a good thing because 41 candles never would have fit. See?

As my husband was putting the candles on the dessert I asked him if I could be 14 instead of 41.

“Yea,” he said in his usual understated zero-inflection delivery method, “but I would probably get in trouble.”

Happy Birthday to all the other fish out there swimming around in the pond.

Cheers,
D

P.S.  This morning when putting the dishes away I found a “2” candle in the cupboard. I’m pretty sure my husband wasn’t planning ahead for next year. I’m thinking he wasn’t exactly how sure about my age.

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