Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Not only do Ashley and Jordan let me have the fabulously fun privilege of watching Kimball a couple of times each week, but they also recently gave to me what is, in my opinion, one of the best treats I can ever receive. Thank you so much for the gorgeous, beautiful, lovely, flowers and for allowing me to be so much a part of your lives. I love you guys!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
"When you slow it down . . . it [a cheetah chasing a gazelle] becomes a ballet really. It says, 'Look at this beautiful animal and admire it.' Yes, it's about to eat Bambi, but that isn't the point."--Alastair Fothergill, filmmaker
So with that thought in mind, Happy Earth Day everyone! Well, except for you, Bambi.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Here, please take a look and listen, and then get a little misty-eyed, just like I did: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY
Saturday, April 11, 2009
I dare you to find anything on God's green earth that rivals the yumminess of a baby in a Onsie. Really. Their little thighs ready to be squeezed, their flawless skin on full display, their little feet turned in just so. Oh. My. Goodness. So, go on. I dare ya. See? Pretty hard to beat this:
And here, now, is Kimball's adorable momma in her own little Onsie with her feet turned in just so and her little thighs just as tempting as can be . . .
Thursday, April 09, 2009
So the part of me that knows I must hold it together and not let my imagination run away to scary places says that Sean's 40-pound weight loss is due to all of the walking up and down the mountain that Sean must hike each day. Yeah. Okay. Hiking. That's it. We'll stick with that. Because I'm not a fool, and I know what many of you are thinking: PARASITE. Lalalalala, I have my fingers in my ears, I'm not listening to you, lalalalalalala. I'm not listening . . . . Besides, that cow on the wall behind Sean's head looks healthy enough, right? No parasites for miles around. As far as the eye can see. And health and safety inspectors never take bribes to look the other way, do they. Nope. But, hey? Just for fun, let's close our eyes and offer a prayer for recovery (not that it's needed) for Seanie. Just cuz. You guys. Pshhh. Parasites. Shiver.
Saturday, April 04, 2009
Thursday, April 02, 2009
By Carolyn Hax Wednesday, March 25, 2009
While I'm (Carolyn Hax) away, readers give the advice.
On comparing the work of child-rearing with working at a job:
The most exhausting part of parenthood is the fact that for 99.9 percent of the various needs, you can't simply decide to "opt out," or even put them off until later; a child preparing to run into traffic takes precedence over anything else. It is the loss of the smallest measures of mental freedom and self-containment, of ability to pay attention to oneself when needed AT THAT MOMENT, that carry the most impact on our lives, energy and sense of self.
In comparison, a status report doesn't cry or scream if you are an hour late finishing it, nor feel abandoned if you put it aside until after lunch while you take a walk to clear your head.
A typical staff meeting is unlikely to include your co-workers complaining when you bring snacks because they "hate bran muffins, yuck! Why don't we ever have anything GOOD to eat? Billy's team in Marketing gets doughnuts" -- accompanied by, in the case of toddlers, throwing of the objectionable food. Your boss is unlikely to wake you up at 2 a.m. and puke on you, or need her diaper changed or a glass of milk, and if she does you should DEFINITELY leave your job unless you are a live-in care nurse.
If your job begins each day at 6 a.m. with your boss wanting you to carry him downstairs and make him breakfast, then subsequently includes a day filled with a host of never-ending, unappreciated and (socially deemed) menial tasks, ending somewhere around 9 p.m., if lucky, you'd have a pretty good rant for the blogs, right? You'd also likely have lots of folks asking why you put up with it and hoping you get paid well, as opposed to an astonishing number of people wondering "what you do all day."
Lastly, when a mother does her job, chances are she gets little to no recognition (let alone raises or bonuses), and if she's doing her job "right," chances are also excellent that at some point she will hear with distressing frequency, "I hate you!!! You don't understand!! I WISH YOU'D LEAVE ME ALONE!" If you heard that coming from your boss after a successful ad campaign, you'd leave your job, right? And if not, maybe you are strong enough to be a parent after all and should go get knocked up posthaste.
Whether everyone agrees with me or not (and I realize there are some who will not), the stakes are higher and the consequences of failure are heavier for this job than most any other endeavor, with the grand irony being that because we are human, we are destined to fail on so many levels and with heart-rending frequency. --From, "Relaxed"
Carolyn Hax again: A worthy rant, but you can't leave out dads! . . . . Don't forget, too, that when parents screw up, they have not just one disapproving boss but family, neighbors, parent "colleagues," pundits, fellow Safeway shoppers and the guy whose own kid throws punches when he knows his dad isn't looking. Which is why they make kids so cute.