Archive for July, 2009

Overheard

While on the way to the grocery store today, Gideon is playing with a toy in the back seat when I hear him say, “Uh oh.  Baby.  Mess.  Ew. Uh oh.  Big mess.”  He was right.

Drama

Oh my.  People.  Mah hand.  It is a hurtin. I poured peroxide onto it last night and let it get good and bubbly and just watched and winced while it did it’s job.  And then, just now, I did it again. Still, I am not sure what is more painful – the peroxide, listening to Al Sharpton or John Mayer’s guitar face.

Weeding It Out

Today was all about getting back to normal.  Normal breakfast (raisin bran).  Normal playtime (trucks. trains. tools.).  Normal nap times (frequent for her and one o’clock for him).  Normal lunch (sandwiches. yogurt. milk. rice cakes.).  Normal. Normal. Normal.

Here were the not so normal parts:

– Weeding the lawn. Gideon and I found anything unsightly and I used a trowel to dig it out.  He used his toy shovel to pick up the weeds and take them to the recycling bin we were using to hold them.  As we worked our way through the yard, he was having to take the weeds further and further to the bin; balancing them on the shovel and hoping for no wind, since the shovel isn’t very deep.  After making the trip a few times, he suddenly looked up from our spot and said “Oh” as if he’d just had an ‘Ah Ha Moment’.  And he had.  He walked over to the bin and pulled it over to where we were working. Problem solved.

– While lying on her back, Piper is cooing at me and I grab a toy for her to see.  She concentrates and very slowly reaches out grasp the toy with her right hand.  A smile spreads across her face when she realized that she’s got it. I am cheering for her and in the excitement she losses her focus and pulls it to her eye instead of her mouth. She slides it down to her drooly little mouth and squeals.

– Back outside during Piper’s afternoon nap, Gideon and I are back at our weeding.  Gideon has abandoned the task to run through the sprinkler. I am digging out one weed in particular when searing pain shoots through the palm of my hand.  I pull the trowel away and see the blister oozing blood and weeping the clear blister fluid.  We go inside and wash out the wound.  Although I held it together, Gideon seems very concerned.  He suggests we watch Sesame Street.  I can tell he thinks it is a balm that heals all things.  We play trucks instead but the wound continues to weep.

I’m off now to go pour peroxide on my hand.  If you hear something shrill coming from the general direction of our county, you’ll know I’ve been successful.

We’re Back

It was a short weekend that was very relaxing as we drove up to Madison with just Piper and us in the car (and Oreo Cakesters – Have you had these things? They should probably be illegal…addictive chemicals and all that). She was great the whole time – in the car, in the hotsling, in the stroller, in everyone’s arms, in sleep deprivation. And although we were all there to celebrate Allison and Dan, I think Piper may have done a little show stopping / spotlight stealing (not really, but she was for sure going for best baby at the party).

They were both show stoppers.

They were both show stoppers.

The Happy Couple

The Happy Couple

Video Friday – What They Did on Their Summer Vacation

We are leaving this morning on our first road trip with only Piper.  Gideon is staying with Grandma and Poppy and is pretty much guaranteed a fun weekend.  We will choke back missing him as we celebrate my insanely talented, histarically funny and beautiful friend Allison and Dan, her super intelligent, lean, mean husband machine.


Wishing you and your family a Happy Independence Day! In so doing, here are two thoughts from the past:

“After the signing of the Constitution, Benjamin Franklin was asked by a woman on the street, “What have you given us, sir?”  Franklin responded, “A Republic, if you can keep it.” 

“Thomas Paine wrote, “The cause of America is in great measure the cause of all mankind.”

(quoted from Glenn Beck’s Common Sense, pages 10 and 11; Mercury Radio Arts/Threshold Editions; New York 2009)


And now, I present:

What They Did on Their Summer Vacation from JudandKim on Vimeo.

Oh My

Gideon loves berries.  He especially loves blue, rasp and strawberries. Wait, is that all of the berries?  No, no, of course not. There are also blackberries and what else, boysen?  Honestly, I only know about boysenberries because of IHOP syrups.  I’m pretty sure I’ve never eaten them otherwise.  Anyway, I’m sure he’d love those too, if I bought them, but since those three are all we typically have, he had only those to choose from today when he asked to make muffins.

He chose raspberry and we found all of the ingredients together; flour and sugar, almond extract and sour cream, milk and an egg, baking soda and powder, the pint of raspberries. While I assembled the batter, he pretended to make his own batch in his bowl.  I was spooning the batter into the tins when I heard him yell out “oh my! oh my! mess.”

Baking soda covered a chair, the kitchen floor and one of his feet.  It’s one of those moments where you can either get upset and tell him not to do this kind of thing, or you can tell him it’s okay and teach him how to clean up. I always try for the latter when it’s an accident or when the larger lesson is that perfection isn’t possible; that mercy and grace are wonderfully sweet.  So we got out the vacuum and sucked up the soda.  We played with the trash trucks while we waited for the muffins to bake and ate them while they were still warm.

It’s been a really good day.