Posts made in August, 2009


Posted by on Aug 7, 2009 in Uncategorized | 2 comments

Of course that last post was practically a Christmas letter (and you were wondering why I haven’t been writing.  Ha!  These words here on this screen?  This is the answer), and so now I am just out of things to tell you in little surmisable lumps.  Surmisable may not be a word.  It keeps getting underlined in red.  Surmisable. Surmisable. Surmisable.  Yeah.  All red.  Now here we all are and I’m going to tell you a little thing about phone etiquette.  Well, at least my phone etiquette.  Here’s my rules:

1. You can’t under any circumstances call anyone after 10 pm.  Ever.  Unless that person is Ronke, in which case she is probably up.  Go ahead and call  (I love this about her.  I could pick up the phone right now and even if she’d been asleep we could easily chat for like two hours about things that she’d heard or seen or read during the day.  Things that will all be news to me because I am living under the rock of mothering a baby who is semi-attached to my physical being thus insuring I have very very little time to check out the news [cough, cough, read celebrity gossip, cough, cough] or in general know what day of the week it may be).

2. If you’re calling me and want to actually speak to a human, you may be horribly disappointed.  It’s not because I don’t like you. I don’t even have caller id.  I can’t screen you if I wanted to (and maybe I do).  It’s just that making it to the telephone before you hang up is so very unlikely.  Whenever you decide to call me, I will be doing one of a few things.

A. Changing a diaper.  It’s probably one of those blowout kinds requiring a third hand and possibly the bathtub. If I could magically manage to pick up the phone during all of it, I would have had to leave the poo unattended and the child too and my goodness that is not a good combination.

B. Convincing a two year old that playing inside would be nice for a change.  Not as nice as when all of this sticky humid humidity with the moisture in the air and the heat with the heat goes away, but still nice.  He can’t get enough of that dirt under the nice new deck and leaving him alone guarantees he’ll be throwing it into the air or sampling it like we’re at Sam’s club on a Saturday.

C. I’m searching for the phone. If only I could remember where my cell phone is or the house phone (and yes, we do now have three and not the one that had no ability to recharge the battery that died all the time and all it really did was beep) it would make life just that much easier.  So much easier.  I should invent a thing where you put the phone every time it’s not in use and then everyone would always know where it is. I could be so stinking rich.  What?  What’s that?  Crud.

D.  There is no D.  But if there were it would involve something of personal care – things done in a bathroom that proper ladies don’t speak of in public or on the interwebs.  Showers and toilets and nail trimmings and such.

Now you finally know why I didn’t pick up.  But why haven’t I returned your call?  That is a mystery for the ages.  Or Sprint.  Why won’t you give me my messages, Sprint?  Are you hoarding them like those crazy people hoard newspaper and tin foil?  Are you keeping them for winter when I’ll need some summery cheer?  Are you mean?  Are you saving them to be weeded through by the government because of all the crazy talk I do on there?  All are likely, but my goodness! I would like it if you would simply deliver the messages directly.  As for the house line, I’m not sure why the upstairs phone base is now handling the messages instead of the downstairs one.  I’m pretty sure it has something to do with Gideon’s fancy button pushing yesterday and I’m also pretty sure I nearly missed a message from a sweet lady from church who wants me to call her back tomorrow.  Close one.

So, yeah.  Good luck with all that.

Also, can someone please tell me why I am awake and unable to shut down for sleep at 12:34 am?  I’m going to be a complete zombie tomorrow. Yeah zombies!  I wonder what Ronke is doing….

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Oh, hello world

Posted by on Aug 5, 2009 in Uncategorized | 3 comments

I was about to login here when I realized I couldn’t remember ‘’.  Now you know why I have not been updating you.  I lost my mind.  Officially.

Somehow the last three weeks have month has been so incredibly busy and overwhelming that I couldn’t find time to tell you anything and just now I can’t remember anything to tell you.  Aren’t you so glad you came by?

Let’s see.  Michael Jackson died and then…then I woke up this morning and remembered I used to fancy myself a blogger.  As if that title meant something (yeah, it does, Crazy.  It means you write stuff on a blog that is semi-cohesive and usually kind of funny).  But today and I suppose for a month now, I haven’t got a clue about what you want to know.

Did you want me to tell you about Gideon?  He is growing up very fast, this you already knew, but you would really know if you spent an afternoon with us and heard him chirping away about all sorts of things “Look Mommy!  Tall me!” he exclaimed from on top of one of our chairs this morning.  He sings along to most of the songs he knows from Sunday school.  He still tells the story of the nice new deck but now he’d rather play underneath it in the dirt he discovered with his digger, dozer and dump truck.  The crane is always welcome too.  He’s wearing a size 8 shoe.  He is not potty trained yet.  We tried for a week or so and found out that I am not made of enough grit to do the no pants and $75 method.  I am the problem, not him.  But I am hoping that we will not be purchasing any more size 4s.  I better order that one book…..

And what of that baby?  She is still fantastic.  Easy.  Delightful.  Sunny and sweet.  There has never been an easier baby in my whole world (and lo, my world is small, but I am okay with it.  Tis functional).  Also, she is big.  Like break out the 9 months sleepers big (they are only slightly too big).  Her eyes have turned almost brown now (so Jud wins, since I thought they would be green). She giggles and laughs and has a very funny cough laugh that she is pulling out all the time. She is sleeping well (usually. Not when we have company.  Then she is up every hour and a half.  I suppose she is afraid of missing something and in this she is so much like her mother) and will just nod off in your arms if she gets too tired.  Not much crying.  Plenty of rolling around to get to toys and furniture and to hug the bumper in her crib.  She’s wearing a size 3 diaper and taking names.

And that wonderful man who is so great with the two munchkins?  He is also doing very well, if tired.  He has a website.  He is on this here computin theng even more now.  You should go see what he’s doing. It’s so impressive and wonderful and I’m just happy to have him investing and hobbying in something we both love so much. He took a trip to San Diego for work and came home with a soap allergy rash from the hotel. It wasn’t fun for either of us (him: the itching/scratching cycle that got so bad there was bruising. me: listening to/being awakened by the scratching/moaning about itching).  But now he is better and I am happy that he will never want to use soap go on a business trip again. Er, something like that.

And me? I am surviving. The dizzying pace of life was for sure overwhelming me.  The past two weeks seemed especially difficult and exhausting.  I cannot remember now what was going on then but I’m pretty sure that only speaks to the intensity with which I’d been pushing through them.  When Zanna called last week to say they could come for a visit I was so excited. I was also wondering if I had it in me to live until Saturday when they were going to arrive.  As the weekend approached, I was still tired but so excited to have such great friends coming to stay with us.  I’m so glad they came.  While they were here with us, I felt like myself again.  I think it had been a while since I had shown up to possess this body. The perpetual motion of living had been keeping all of my limbs animated, but my mind and emotions had stopped somewhere in June.  There is nothing quite like spending time with such great friends to revive you and bring you back from the brink. And later this month, Ronke comes for a bit, which guarantees another way back to sanity.

Meanwhile, a bunch of friends have been pushing out babies (or are about to any day now) and I am just loving seeing all of those new little mugs. Congratulations friends!  And congratulations World on all of the great little humans that are now inhabiting you!

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