Monday, May 31, 2010
However, I think we all need a nap.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Nobody can have as much fun as I did last night watching the American Idol finale... watching it with 2 Down Syndrome sons was a party. Really! They clapped, woohoo'd, laughed with the crowd over what they could not understand, got sentimental and LOVED it.
Daniel said "You're welcome" every time someone thanked anyone-- just as if he was the bestower of the good fortune. Zack would turn to me after every performance and say "I love this... you mom?"
They jumped about hollering when the winner was announced. They hugged each other and then me. (It would not have mattered which one was the winner, they would have reacted the same.)
During the final song, with confetti fluttering everywhere, they swayed with their arms around each other and sang along. So what if they had no idea what they were singing.
One of the joys of living with angels.
Brandi Douglass, from the Douglass Diaries, was having a bad couple of days following surgery. She asked, rather casually and probably not really seriously, if anyone wanted to do a guest blog.
Her blog is often a tad irreverent and she tickles my funny bone. She kind of reminds me of my sassy sister, whom I adore. Without thinking, I quickly typed up an experience, attached a couple of pictures and sent it away. It is the kind of thing I probably wouldn't put on my own blog because my readership is a little more tame (the post is about kids' varied understanding of the birds and the bees).
Well, now she's gone and POSTED it. I read it on her blog and thought, "Oh, my gosh, Emily. That is a stupid post!"
I feel like an idiot and may need to give up blogging forever. Or maybe I'll just post about safe things, like sunshine and tulips.
If you want to, head over there, skip my post and giggle at her attitude.
Goodbye forever (or at least until tomorrow).
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
My son has taken dance for 3 1/2 years. He is now eleven and a pretty fair dancer (he's a great performer, a fair dancer--you can teach dance, it's a lot tougher to teach stage presence). His dance teacher is closing her doors which means we need to find a new place. Last weekend, I took him to Swan Lake, a production by our local ballet academy. The leads were played by professional dancers. It was the first time he had seen a live male dancer. (I know it's lame, but You Tube is affordable.) As we walked home, I asked him if he wanted to dance like the men he saw that night. He gave an emphatic, "YES!"
Now, we're not talking about a five or six year old who thinks it's fun to be in the spotlight. He has a taste of how much work goes into a dance, he knows that ballet is his favorite form of dance and he is old enough to learn.
This particular ballet academy is Expensive, with a capital E. It's not unreasonable for what you get, but it's not anywhere near what our current super-below-poverty-line income will allow.
When I was trying to research said academy, I could not find it on the web. It's address and phone number were listed on Super Pages and the like, but no web page. There was no page to describe the caliber of talent running the studio, no page to highlight students receiving scholarships or awards, no page with a list of classes offered, tuition required or dress code accepted. There was no page to detail upcoming summer programs, advertise or sell tickets to big shows.
Would I be completely nuts to offer a trade of dance classes for a well maintained web page?
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Lately, they (meaning my husband and his spawn) have been watching The X Files on Netflix. I have no problem with fantasy and science fiction, but sometimes this show crosses the line into freak-you-out land. Some of my children have been scared by the "evil" aliens on the show. After too many kids in my bed for too many nights, I finally sat down with them and explained aliens.
Fast forward to the top of the hour news.
"MOM! There are ALIENS in Arizona!! I just heard it on the news!"
Oh, crap. Let's start again.
"Yes, there are Extra Terrestrials . . . "
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Really? You want me to pick my favorite book? Out of all of these?
The other day, though, I picked up a book and plopped in my reading chair. I flipped to a section about braided rugs. (I love braided rugs. I would marry a braided rug, 'cept they won't let me because of the polygamy laws. Whateves.) It is my go-to book.
After studying several pages, I sat up, closed the book, held it out with both hands and declared, "This is my favorite book!"
I was so excited to be able to say that!
I ran out to my husband and announced, "I know what my favorite book is! If I had to choose one book besides the Bible to take with me on a desert island, I know what book I would bring. This is such a LOAD off my MIND. I can go to parties again. I can fill in questionnaires about myself. I am whole!" He grinned at me and clucked appropriately. I took a deep sigh and held it to my chest. What a feeling.
Do you want to know what it is? Reader's Digest's Back to Basics. If you have ever wondered how to do anything, this book will teach you. There are instructions on milking a cow--then teaches what the heck to DO with the milk you just . . . um . . . milked. Ever wondered what was in every good housewife's apothecary bag? It's in the book. Want to build a stone wall? Gotcha covered. If you want to move off the grid and build your own stinking house, this book will teach you how. Be it straw, sticks or brick, the instructions are here. It will even give hints as to which way your house should face and what kinds of trees to plant to be protect against the weather. Make a quilt or jam or a poultice for your burn. Grow a garden in a city, build a sweat lodge, or make ice cream using your own fresh cream and berries. Stack your firewood the right way, build a chicken coop, or organically rid yourself of pests. I'm telling you, turn one page and you'll be completely sucked in.
And, seriously, if you were stranded on a desert island, wouldn't you want the book that would teach you how to, not only survive, but enjoy your time?
That's what I thought.
Emily, who has a favorite book.
- When the toddler was acting up in church, the nine year old took her out in the hall. When she was brought back, she made huge hand motions and declared, in no uncertain terms, "Noooo! I don't want Mama!" It didn't hurt my feelings at all because the person she wanted was her sister. Gift for Mom.
- After dinner, one child was directed to do the dishes, her sister did them for her. Gift for Mom.
- At a random, quiet moment, the four year old came to me and, with a big hug, said, "Happy Mother's Day, Mom. I just love you so much." Gift for Mom.
- "Mom, I'm going to make myself some lemonade. Do you want some?" Gift for Mom.
- "Thank you for doing the dishes for me," said the served sister with a grateful hug. Unprompted thank you, mind you. Gift for Mom.
- When I laid down on the couch for a moment to rest, someone took off my shoes and covered me with a blanket. Gift for Mom.
- Big brother helping his sister get ready for church. His gentle care brought tears to my eyes. Gift for Mom.
(Of course, I would have been sulking and not noticed the kind words and deeds if I hadn't gotten the breakfast in bed. )