Here is a sampling of what it is like to be in my head all the time.
We sent Teddy to preschool this year (two mornings a week, he loves it: his "best friend" is in the same class! It's a small class with very dynamic teachers, so we are SO happy with it). His "main" teacher sends an email out to all the parents at least once a week (every Friday: we get the layout of how the next week will go), sometimes more if she takes a photo of a particularly fun happening. So all the parents are copied on these emails, and that is the only way I know anyone's names (except for the parents of Teddy's "best friend". Obvi). Lately, I have been running into one of those parents with some regularity; maybe four times in the past two weeks. Her first name is rather ambiguously spelled, and I'm not sure if it contains an "s" or a "sh" sound. Because I've never heard anyone say it (plus she ended up "introducing" herself to me via text re: Teddy's birthday party RSVP), and I've never heard HER say her own name to anyone else, this has become supremely awkward (to me). So. Every time I've run into her, I've either resorted to saying "Oh, HEY! It's (your little friend from school's name)'s Mom!" if Teddy is with me. If I'm solo, it's the classic, "Heeeeeyyyy...you! Good to see you! How are you?"
And NOW, that I ran into her TWICE today in two different places, and I was (over)analyzing this conundrum I have with this lovely lady's first name, I realized: Teddy has been in school for twelve weeks. It is just NOT time to be all, "so, I didn't catch your name..." I guess she will be just "(little friend's mom)" or "Heeeeeyyyy...you!"for the foreseeable future. So, I guess...I'm staring down the barrel of probably never addressing this woman by name as long as I live. I hope she doesn't notice. (Another peek into what it's like to be me all the time: I would probably eventually* notice if someone was doing this to me. I know. I'm certifiable. But harmless.)
Maybe for my next blogger trick, I will talk about how I call Teddy's best friend his "best friend" WITH QUOTES, and expound on how what preschoolers say about their "best friend" when their "best friend" is not around is a huge reversal of how they actually TREAT their "best friend" when he is actually present. Tl;dr: Teddy is always talking about "Mah bes' fren', (name)" in private, but seems to go out of his way to antagonize said "bes' fren'" when they are together. It's the weirdest thing.
Whoops. Now what do I have to talk about?!
*It would probably take a couple of years, though. I would hope.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Introspective.
So, I *have* been writing almost every day. But nothing makes it into the post list, and I'm not sure why. Well, I know why ONE didn't make it, and that is because as I was editing it for coherence, I realized that it would make a pretty great Christmas letter, and I didn't want to bore my three readers, who are also getting Christmas cards from me, so I canned it until, well, Christmas.
We've never had a big enough year to warrant a Christmas letter before. With the notable exception of 2008, our years have been largely uneventful, and even in the case of 2008, there is only so long you can go on about your new baby before people want to poke their eyeballs out with some mistletoe. Plus, I doubt very many people would have been all that interested in the birth story (remember that epicness, on the (now defunct) old blog? Yep. That was definitely not for the faint of heart/unsuspecting Christmas-card-recipient!). So, from 2004 until now, any "letter" we would have written to our various far flung favorites may have been a variation on this theme: "We moved again, since renting stinks and the place we were in was too small/noisy/gross/old/falling down. Matt still works at TWB and Erin found another time-passing job, and still no babies, and we had a lot of dinner parties again this year. MERRY CHRISTMAS." Yeah, not a whole lot to work with.
But now that big things are happening, more than one big thing, as in the case of the babytime, we're feeling...restless. As if a part of our lives that we've been pushing and pulling and heaving and shoving has FINALLY dislodged and is rolling forward much faster than we thought it would, and too much else is getting left behind. I think I thought we'd have a stronger faith community around us by now. I think I thought I'd have things more together in being a with-it parent by now (by "with-it", I mean fun and organized and educational as far as Teddy can see, not, like, hip and trendy and put together as far as everyone else can see. Although some level of put-together-ness would not be altogether unwelcome). I think that I thought we'd have found some sort of social niche by now. I guess I also thought I'd grow into this house and make it work somehow, but I feel like I've been at a loss with it for the past four years (seriously, every single room in the house makes me feel helpless, like, "well, what am I supposed to be doing in HERE?!" It's really discombobulating).
Anyway. Enough whining. Today is our eighth wedding anniversary, and I'm cleaning out the freezer for it! Pierogis, TJoe's veggie stir-fry, and Full of Life Flatbread's Cheese and Herb. Who says romance is dead?
I've also been pinning up a storm in preparation for our mini-move and for the holidays. So much to do, so little time...until next time, my lovelies!
We've never had a big enough year to warrant a Christmas letter before. With the notable exception of 2008, our years have been largely uneventful, and even in the case of 2008, there is only so long you can go on about your new baby before people want to poke their eyeballs out with some mistletoe. Plus, I doubt very many people would have been all that interested in the birth story (remember that epicness, on the (now defunct) old blog? Yep. That was definitely not for the faint of heart/unsuspecting Christmas-card-recipient!). So, from 2004 until now, any "letter" we would have written to our various far flung favorites may have been a variation on this theme: "We moved again, since renting stinks and the place we were in was too small/noisy/gross/old/falling down. Matt still works at TWB and Erin found another time-passing job, and still no babies, and we had a lot of dinner parties again this year. MERRY CHRISTMAS." Yeah, not a whole lot to work with.
But now that big things are happening, more than one big thing, as in the case of the babytime, we're feeling...restless. As if a part of our lives that we've been pushing and pulling and heaving and shoving has FINALLY dislodged and is rolling forward much faster than we thought it would, and too much else is getting left behind. I think I thought we'd have a stronger faith community around us by now. I think I thought I'd have things more together in being a with-it parent by now (by "with-it", I mean fun and organized and educational as far as Teddy can see, not, like, hip and trendy and put together as far as everyone else can see. Although some level of put-together-ness would not be altogether unwelcome). I think that I thought we'd have found some sort of social niche by now. I guess I also thought I'd grow into this house and make it work somehow, but I feel like I've been at a loss with it for the past four years (seriously, every single room in the house makes me feel helpless, like, "well, what am I supposed to be doing in HERE?!" It's really discombobulating).
Anyway. Enough whining. Today is our eighth wedding anniversary, and I'm cleaning out the freezer for it! Pierogis, TJoe's veggie stir-fry, and Full of Life Flatbread's Cheese and Herb. Who says romance is dead?
I've also been pinning up a storm in preparation for our mini-move and for the holidays. So much to do, so little time...until next time, my lovelies!
Sunday, November 4, 2012
...whatever falls to my hands...
I don't really know what happened, there. Life, I guess. Been meaning to get back to this, and to do...something about my spiritual life. Hasn't really been happening, but when I woke up this morning to a full blown anxiety attack, I realized I had better stop stressing over the things around me, give it to Jesus, and put my head down and DO. Perhaps stop beating myself up for not having a robust, monastic prayer life; a poem, authored by a fellow mother, found here, resonated deeply with me.
Matthew 27:32-56, Mark 15:21-41, Luke 23:26-49, John 19:17-37
Gearing up for this election day, trying to calm my fears about the outcome, living in a time and space where believers are reviled when the evil one prevails, as if that temporary victory were proof positive of the absurdity of faith, these readings on the Crucifixion all contain the same account of this sort of mockery, of this upholding of Christ's (apparent) weakness as evidence of His lack of Divinity, of His complete and broken humanity. The words of the soldiers and the jeering crowd echo in my head, even as I try to remember that the Death was not the end of the story, that three days brought about the end, or rather the Beginning, for those who held faith. <3
Matthew 27:32-56, Mark 15:21-41, Luke 23:26-49, John 19:17-37
Gearing up for this election day, trying to calm my fears about the outcome, living in a time and space where believers are reviled when the evil one prevails, as if that temporary victory were proof positive of the absurdity of faith, these readings on the Crucifixion all contain the same account of this sort of mockery, of this upholding of Christ's (apparent) weakness as evidence of His lack of Divinity, of His complete and broken humanity. The words of the soldiers and the jeering crowd echo in my head, even as I try to remember that the Death was not the end of the story, that three days brought about the end, or rather the Beginning, for those who held faith. <3
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