Friday, September 30, 2011

My Nose Warmer

When I was 6 or so (I remember I was in first grade), my mom bought my sister Nicole and me nose warmers.  What the heck is a nose warmer? Well, it looked a lot like a teeny hat with a pom pom on top.  It sat on your nose, and strings tied behind your head.  Mine was yellow, with a yellow, red and blue pom pom.  I don't remember her reaction when she gave them to us.  I think she was very matter-of-fact, though, because we took it in stride.  "It's cold outside.  Do you have your coat? Hat? Mittens? Nose Warmer?"

Nicole and I were walking to school wearing our nose warmers, and we saw some other kids - Big Kids.  Of course they took one look at us and busted out laughing.  I was devastated.  That afternoon when I tearfully told my mom what had happened, she asked, "Were their noses red?"  sniff, yes.  "They were just jealous of your nose warmer."  AND I BELIEVED HER.  I wore my nose warmer proudly after that, until sometime over the years I lost it.

I love this story, because to me it epitomizes the innocence of childhood.  Our parents know best, and would never have a chuckle at our expense.  Those children weren't laughing because it was hilarious, they were laughing from jealousy.  In the spirit of this memory, I made my daughter Marilyn her very own nose warmer.

She was 3 at the time.

My niece Sophie, at age 10, asked for one for Christmas.  She was much more secure with herself than I was at that age.  When my sister Andrea warned her that she might get laughed at when she put it on for school, she said "Let them laugh."  Someday I hope to be that bold.

Monday, September 26, 2011

I'm Innocent

Lots of times when I'm out doing something random (like on Saturday morning, I was downtown watching a parade), I find myself thinking about how strong my alibi is.  You know, just in case a violent crime occurs and I'm one of the prime suspects.  I was downtown, and I saw a sign that said there were 24 hour surveillance cameras.  My thought? "Oh good, now I'm accounted for from 9:30 to 10:15".  The police would be at the station arguing,

"Well, yes she's on the camera, but we don't have anything to prove she didn't kill (him, her, it) before 8:30."
"She didn't have her car.  The valet did."
"She could have taken a cab."
"Jones - you start calling cab companies.  Has anyone interviewed the valet?"
"The one on for Friday night is out sick.  We've been trying to reach him at home.  No luck."

I'm not sure whether this means I have a rich fantasy life, or I'm nuts.  Maybe a bit of both.  The good thing is that the time stamp on this blog will hopefully clear me from anything that occurred between 7:45 and 8:00.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Babies and nannies and knitting

It's Thursday, and it's hot in this house.  I just took off my pants.  I was on the phone with my sister Andrea, and the babies were chasing me in circles around the house screaming.  Of course now that I'm off the phone, they have no interest in me whatsoever.  They're like cats.  Actually, Sadie is the cat in the family.  Jake is much more like a dog - always smiling and ready to give his love to everyone.  Sadie needs to check you out for awhile and decide if you're worth her time.

Natalia (our super nanny) is off in search of her last vaccine, so she can enroll in Georgia Perimeter College.  I'm so proud (sniff)! Our little au pair is growing up.  It's our second year with Natalia, and she's the bomb.  I have no idea how I would have survived the last year without her.  With twins you have twice as many appointments and half the sleep that you do with one baby.  Okay, I made that up.  I've never had one baby.  Marilyn was 17 months old when she came home to us from Guatemala.  She could already walk, feed herself, and wipe her mouth with a napkin.  Yeah, not so with the Jake and Sadie.  They're doing fantastic, though, don't get me wrong.  Jake can crawl faster than a speeding bullet.  Sadie can stand on her own for seconds at a time. I think I just took it for granted a bit, that they would be walking and talking by now.  And composing their own music.  And winning the Nobel Prize.

I found a really cool pattern for a pair of socks I want to knit in all of my spare time.  Ha.  That's not going to happen for awhile.  I've been knitting The Never Ending Blanket for Marilyn for the last two years.  I started it about the time I got pregnant, and nausea prevented me from getting very far.  Then life did.  Now I'm back to it.  I'll post a picture when I'm done.  It should be cute.  Hopefully it will be finished before she goes to college.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Mommy Hood

So it's Monday, and I'm in for another crazy packed week of mommyhood.  Work today and Wednesday.  Physical therapy for Sadie.  Gymnastics and dance for Marilyn.  Family dinner at the school.  Teacher conference. Oh, and Friday is our anniversary.  We've been married for 7 years, which is strange to me.  I think because I started telling everyone we'd been married 7 years LAST year, so now it's like time stood still.  I'm not sure what happened - maybe I'm just a big liar.  Maybe I was confused.  Regardless, I have to own it and redo our year of "having been married 7 years".  It's okay.  I love the man, and I'll redo a year with him anytime.

I'm reading a great book right now called Don't Ride Your Bicycle In the House Without a Helmet by (I think) Melissa Greene.  Our next-door neighbors Debbie and Roger loaned it to me, and it's great.  It's about a family here in Atlanta that had 4 children biologically, then adopted 5 more.  The adopted children were older, ranging from 4 to 13 years in age.  She's got a fantastic sense of humor, and it's really hard to put the book down.  Having adopted myself, I can relate to the uncertainty and fear she feels throughout the adoption process, the doubt of her abilities to parent this little person, and the joy she gets as she sees them each blossom.  I give it two thumbs up!  It's inspiring.

Marilyn's new favorite word is "buttocks" and she uses it whenever she can.  She told me over the weekend that she hopes that she won't lose all the hair on her buttocks.  It was a little disturbing.  She's such a drama mama, and she can cry at the drop of a hat.  Friday night as she choked back sobs at dinner, she told me she was just really sad because she didn't have school the next day.  "I (sniffle) just really love school!"  I tried to assure her that we would hopefully make the break worth her time.  It was a good weekend - lots of time spent with friends.  The weather has gotten a bit cooler here, and I want to build a nest.  I want to bake and take care of all of my little chickadees. Of course, I have no idea when all of my grand home-making ideas will take place, but a girl can dream.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

crazy garden

So I broke my kindle.  I'm such a dope.  I was cozy in bed.  I threw the covers aside to go tell my husband something.  I came back.  I knelt with my left knee on the bed, and heard a pop.  It was the screen of my kindle.  I was so sad.  Even though the screensaver was half gone, I was optimistic that if I held the reset button long enough, everything would be fine.

It wasn't.

Completely off topic, but I was browsing the web, and found this kicka@@ photo.  A woman covered a bunch of rocks with crochet tablecloth, and it looks so flippin' cool.  You've got to check the link.

I live in a pretty conservative neighborhood, but I have big plans for my front yard.  I was fearful at first, then I decided life's too short.  I cut down a few big trees, and I'm installing lots of raised garden beds for veggies, and lots of flowers.  Now I want to incorporate rocks dressed in doilies.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Time is strange

Okay, so here I am.  It's the beginning of September, and I've hardly given a thought to my blog.  Of course, when I did, I couldn't remember my username and password.  I'm lucky I stumbled on the correct combination of stuff.  Hopefully I'll remember for next time, but it's unlikely.

I was supposed to work at Merlino's today, but they didn't have any work for me.  None at all :(
So, I'm off for the day.  Hope to be a bit more diligent about writing stuff in the future.

I just spent some time writing a lengthy post about everything I did this summer.  When I reread it, I thought, "who cares?"  It doesn't have enough detail to be truly interesting and it's all in the past.  So, in the spirit of keeping it relevent, here's minutae:

Our front door handle has been broken forever.  Whenever someone opens the door that's not aware of the problem, the handle comes off in their hand.  They always have this look of surprise and panic on their faces, which of course makes me react with anger and shock.  I usually act like I had no idea it was broken and blame them.  If it's a repairman that just finished working (and boy, have we had a lot of repairmen with this house), then usually I quote him the same amount in damages as he just charged me.  Yeah, I know, I'm a regular laugh riot.

At one point I made a concentrated effort to fix it, and went to the hardware store.  They gave me a whole bunch of different pins to try.  I came home, tried them, and of course none of them worked.  We had a contractor at our house, and I asked him to fix it.  "Oh sure, no problem, next time I'm here." That never happened.

So yesterday I casually mentioned to our electrician that it would be great if HE could fix it, ha ha.  He did - in 5 minutes.  That thing has been broken for a year.  I was so happy, I wrote him a personal check.
So now our door handle works AND I have a new overhead fixture in the dining room.  Not bad for an afternoon.