Showing posts from September, 2007

It's a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

We have some new neighbors across the street. They are proving to be a pleasant addition to the neighborhood in so many ways.

For instance, last night they made sure the whole neighborhood could enjoy their party music and laughter. AND instead of going to bed like the rest of us, they made the sacrifice of partying till past 5am just so the rest of us didn't have to lay in our beds doing anything as boring as sleeping. I really appreciated it.

Today, even though they must have been hung over, they dragged themselves out of bed and hung around in their driveway drinking and cussing just so I had something interesting to watch while I painted our house. Now that's a good neighbor. They didn't even take a break from the driveway when they needed to settle some domestic issues and let the whole neighborhood hear and witness some Jerry Springer moments right on our own street! What could be better on a Saturday afternoon? Nothing. That's what.

Later, even though their own pre…

Fall Photo Shoot: Second Attempt

I know my blog lately has been almost entirely about my children, and for some of that is probably kind of boring. The thing is, mostly all I think about is my dad and my kids right now. Since we post all of our Dad updates on his new blog, all you may be getting for a while are posts about Ben and Sam.

The leaves are rapidly being blown off the trees and everything is starting to look less picturesque and more dreary and depressing, so I dragged the boys out for another attempt to get some stellar fall photos...
I think I may be almost satisfied. If there's time I'd still like to stick them on some hay bales and possibly take some action shots of them playing in a big pile of leaves. But if I don't I think I can just about persuade myself to let it go.

If you'd like to see more of the same, or you just want to comment on the individual shots, or if you're like me and can't stay off of facebook for longer than a couple hours, here is a link to the rest of the pic…

So Proud!

Today I dropped Ben off for preschool all by himself. (The last two weeks I have been the parent helper.) First we dropped off Glen at the high school. Then we drove the block or so to Ben's school. I unbuckled him from his car seat, set him on the sidewalk, and turned to get Sam. Ben said, "Okay, go then."LOL. He wanted me to just leave him in front of his school the way we leave Daddy. What a kid.

He is loving preschool. When I came to pick him up, his class was just on the way back from the nearby train park. Most of them were running helter-skelter, but a few of the more sedate children, including my little man, were doing as they had been instructed... Walking calmly along, holding onto Sammy the Snake. SO cute. (He was so engrossed in the snake and his teacher he didn't even notice me there on the street.)Ben really seems to be getting the hang of this school thing with no troubles. I'm so proud of him. I peeked in the window in the door after they got back …

I can't believe I'm saying this...

... But you know Stupidstore? That place that fills me with rage like no other? (Except maybe Walmart.) I am loving their new line of clothes, especially the stuff for kids. In the past, shopping for boys clothes at Stupidstore has been frustrating, to say the least. For one thing there was almost no selection. Usually I could count on about ten items in a given size. (This is especially frustrating when the girls clothes take up three aisles. It's like people think little boys don't need to be dressed, or they can just wear the same outfit every day. Grrrr. Deep breaths.) The other thing was the items that were available had Elmo and Winnie the Pooh splashed all over them. (Don't get me wrong, I love fuzzy little creatures as much as the next person, but I don't like to look at them splashed all over my child's chest in garish colors.)

See... I've always intended that when I had kids I would dress them like little adults. (Just like I intended to never let myse…

Fall Photo Shoot: First Attempt

Fall is here. And that means? Time for the Fourth Annual Fall Photo Shoot. Last year's shoot got a little tense. We did it in October though... So I was under pressure to produce a good shot before all the leaves were gone and all I had were some naked trees looking all forlorn and stuff. Last year I also had it in my head that I could capture perfect shots of both boys in one attempt.

This year I am approaching things a little differently. For one thing, I have learned my lesson and started early, giving myself plenty of time for multiple shoots if they become necessary. This helps keep my tension to the minimum by letting me adopt the attitude of: "If I don't get it today, I'll get it tomorrow." You may be amazed to hear this, but children don't smile very well when they have been posing for over an hour while their mommy snaps at their daddy for not positioning them properly. Go figure.

Why, you may ask, would I stress at all? The answer? I don't know. P…

Growing Up

Well, it's happening. Benjamin is growing up. He hit one of his first milestones yesterday... His very first day of school.

I expected to drop him off without any tears on his part, and maybe a few on mine, as I drove away. I expected him to have a fabulous time and have to be dragged kicking and screaming away from his new favorite place and little friends. It didn't quite happen that way.

First of all, I ended up being the parent helper so I stayed the whole time. (So I got to take lots of pictures!) I'm not sure if my being there made it worse or if it was a good thing, because he cried. Twice. Both times his teacher was directing all the children to an new activity and I wonder if it wasn't just too overwhelming, because right away he started looking for me and crying when he couldn't find me. Maybe he wouldn't have cried if he knew I had left, or maybe he would have cried a lot more.

Either way, I'm glad we signed him up. I think it will be very good for…


I did some reading, and watching today. I read through some memorialsites. I watched some tributes on YouTube... And I remembered how that day felt.

I looked at some of the faces of the ordinary people who died seven years ago. I listened to their voices talking to 911 operators. Some of them pleaded for help... Others were angry that it wasn't coming quickly enough. Just ordinary people reacting to fear and pain. I remembered feeling so helpless as I watched the news, wanting to stop it somehow.

Oprah did a show on the children of 9/11 that made me sob. I listened to the memories of the families left behind. My heart broke when I saw family members who were lost... Home movies of Dads wrestling with their children and photos of Moms giving piggy-backs. I remembered watching the news and crying at the footage of families putting up posters and wandering the streets with photos of their loved ones, hoping.

I remembered, but I didn't miss.

There are people who are missing someone…

I am so smart. S-M-R-T!

This evening, after psyching myself up for a while, I took the test with the rest of the nation.Last time I had to try and concentrate with that music that makes me tense and Ben running around. This time I opted for the internet option and there was no freaky tense music, plus Ben was sleeping soundly on my lap... A much better setup. I suppose I was also calmer this time because there were no painful math questions to make me feel all rushed and flustered. Grammar and talking stuff seems more clear cut to me... Either I know it or I don't, and, for the most part, I did.

I lay it all down to way too much reading and a little bit of luck, because I can tell you for a fact I still don't know how I guessed what the hoink a d├ępanneur is and if you ask me tomorrow I won't remember anyways. I don't mind having a little luck on my side though. I need these things to boost up my ego. Sadly, this time the test results don't class me as a genius or anything thrilling... The…

A Perfect Afternoon

Summer's last sunny breezes
whisper soft in trees
still wearing emerald green.

You and I
rock together
swaying back and forth
lying on a porch swing.

And above
rising to fall,
gently flapping sheets
first make walls then windows.

Your soft hair
delights my cheek,
and my heart is full
of sweet smiles and laughing.

Could I wish
for better still?
Or just make this now
my all and everything.