...I'm talking about Kari (not the blogging Kari) and "BFF" for those of you who are over 60, stands for "Best Friend Forever."
Everyone knows I love thrift shops and that I find about 90% of my clothes in our local secondhand stores. I also buy all of Ben's clothes in thrift shops. I am mildly obsessed with secondhand searching and will stop at nothing to find the perfect wool dress for my sister's wedding (WEAVE), a tall pair of black boots (Salvation Army) and a pair of "skinny jeans" that actually fit (still looking and looking and looking!).
So it was with great delight, that I clicked on this website: http://juniperjames.wordpress.com/ and discovered Kari. Not only is she an amazing secondhand fashionista, she is also quite creative with "thrifty" gift ideas. Check out her local media coverage and the beautiful gift creations she put together, then move down on the page and be amazed at her eye for fashion detail. I got nothin' on this girl!
After contacting Kari and telling her how utterly talented and what a goddess I think she is, she told me that she is going to put together an online feature with some of her "thrifty" readers, modeling their own secondhand clothes, styled by Kari. How cool is that? Of course I volunteered and can't wait to see what creative ideas she can come up for me. Maybe she can even find a pair of the coveted, yet very elusive skinny jeans! Stay tuned.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
The Identity Crisis of St. Nicholas
I took Ben, for the first time, to the annual St. Nicholas Night at our church. The event is held every year but it seems like it always falls on a day that Ben is with his dad. This year, we got lucky and St. Nicholas was scheduled for a day that I had Ben.
Before we left for the evening, I prepped Ben a little on what to expect out of Jolly 'Ol St. Nick. We googled St. Nicholas, laughed at his funny pictures, pointed out the physical differences between St. Nick and Santa and read the traditional St. Nicholas story. We didn't talk much about how St. Nick might be different than Santa - other than in his appearance.
We show up at church and it's a great, crafty, spirited extravaganza. Stations for kids to make ornaments, draw pictures of St. Nick, paint, color, you get the idea. Ben loved all the crafts, especially the ornament making stations.
About an hour into the festivities, parents collected their children for a St. Nicholas service. We Episcopalians have to be formal about our celebrations; I'm learning this. Even when dozens of young and hungry children are waiting anxiously to see St. Nick. We love our traditions, we Episcopalians. But I digress.
So we start to sing the St. Nicholas song and St. Nick makes his appearance, strategically weaving between each table so that the children can catch a glimpse of him. To my delight, he looks exactly like the pictures that we saw online earlier.
The kids are then asked to come sit in front of him and hear the St. Nicholas story. I tug on Ben's hand, he tells me "no way" is he going alone and I realize that he is slightly afraid of St. Nick. No worries, I grab Ben's hand and we go sit on the carpet together. And then St. Nick spills the beans:
"Do you know the difference between St. Nicholas and Santa Clause?" he asks the children. "Nooooooo," many little heads shake from side to side. "Well, Santa is the spirit of Christmas. St. Nicholas was a real person."
Ben looks at me. Confused. Oh boy. I tell him he's about to get a chocolate and he is distracted, momentarily.
He retrieves his chocolate, we say a few prayers, sing another song, and then it's time for pictures. My normally outgoing and talkative boy clams up and grabs my arm: "Mommy, you have to come WITH me." OK, I walk up with him and he motions for me to stand right next to St. Nick's chair while he has a photo taken.
Then, to my surprise, Ben leaps off of St. Nick's lap the moment the flash goes off. Doesn't want a second picture. Doesn't want to tell St. Nick about the Air Hogs or Legos sets that are on his list. Doesn't ask him for another chocolate or even a candy cane. Oh no, my boy is done with St. Nick.
We skip the dinner because it's spaghetti and meatballs, which neither of us eats, and head next door to Bernardo's. Ben goes straight to grilled cheese nirvana, pausing long enough to say, "Mommy, I like Santa MUCH more than St. Nick."
I haven't heard any other discussion since then and am once again thankful that at the innocent age of 6, Ben recalls the details of St. Nicholas night like this: "I got to make THREE COOL ORNAMENTS! Wanna see them? Mommy gave me a Zone bar BEFORE dinner! AND, we didn't have to stay for dinner! St. Nick was funny looking. He gave me a chocolate coin. I went to dinner at my favorite new restaurant, wait, what's it called? Bernardo's? BERNARDO'S! I LOVE that place. They have the BEST grilled cheese sandwich. It is SO BIG. After I ate it, I opened my chocolate coin and ate it too. AND I had that Zone bar at church. Gosh, I can eat a LOT. Have you seen my dog, Molly? Do you want to pet her soft ears?"
This post is dedicated to Lish.
Before we left for the evening, I prepped Ben a little on what to expect out of Jolly 'Ol St. Nick. We googled St. Nicholas, laughed at his funny pictures, pointed out the physical differences between St. Nick and Santa and read the traditional St. Nicholas story. We didn't talk much about how St. Nick might be different than Santa - other than in his appearance.
We show up at church and it's a great, crafty, spirited extravaganza. Stations for kids to make ornaments, draw pictures of St. Nick, paint, color, you get the idea. Ben loved all the crafts, especially the ornament making stations.
About an hour into the festivities, parents collected their children for a St. Nicholas service. We Episcopalians have to be formal about our celebrations; I'm learning this. Even when dozens of young and hungry children are waiting anxiously to see St. Nick. We love our traditions, we Episcopalians. But I digress.
So we start to sing the St. Nicholas song and St. Nick makes his appearance, strategically weaving between each table so that the children can catch a glimpse of him. To my delight, he looks exactly like the pictures that we saw online earlier.
The kids are then asked to come sit in front of him and hear the St. Nicholas story. I tug on Ben's hand, he tells me "no way" is he going alone and I realize that he is slightly afraid of St. Nick. No worries, I grab Ben's hand and we go sit on the carpet together. And then St. Nick spills the beans:
"Do you know the difference between St. Nicholas and Santa Clause?" he asks the children. "Nooooooo," many little heads shake from side to side. "Well, Santa is the spirit of Christmas. St. Nicholas was a real person."
Ben looks at me. Confused. Oh boy. I tell him he's about to get a chocolate and he is distracted, momentarily.
He retrieves his chocolate, we say a few prayers, sing another song, and then it's time for pictures. My normally outgoing and talkative boy clams up and grabs my arm: "Mommy, you have to come WITH me." OK, I walk up with him and he motions for me to stand right next to St. Nick's chair while he has a photo taken.
Then, to my surprise, Ben leaps off of St. Nick's lap the moment the flash goes off. Doesn't want a second picture. Doesn't want to tell St. Nick about the Air Hogs or Legos sets that are on his list. Doesn't ask him for another chocolate or even a candy cane. Oh no, my boy is done with St. Nick.
We skip the dinner because it's spaghetti and meatballs, which neither of us eats, and head next door to Bernardo's. Ben goes straight to grilled cheese nirvana, pausing long enough to say, "Mommy, I like Santa MUCH more than St. Nick."
I haven't heard any other discussion since then and am once again thankful that at the innocent age of 6, Ben recalls the details of St. Nicholas night like this: "I got to make THREE COOL ORNAMENTS! Wanna see them? Mommy gave me a Zone bar BEFORE dinner! AND, we didn't have to stay for dinner! St. Nick was funny looking. He gave me a chocolate coin. I went to dinner at my favorite new restaurant, wait, what's it called? Bernardo's? BERNARDO'S! I LOVE that place. They have the BEST grilled cheese sandwich. It is SO BIG. After I ate it, I opened my chocolate coin and ate it too. AND I had that Zone bar at church. Gosh, I can eat a LOT. Have you seen my dog, Molly? Do you want to pet her soft ears?"
Friday, December 4, 2009
"Sleepless Turns 100"! Or Better Yet, "An Indiana Wedding"
My sister just got married! And it's my 100th post! So, to commemorate 14 months of blogging, this post is dedicated to the new Mrs. in our family.
I've had a lot of people ask me a LOT of questions about the wedding. I've decided to do a little FAQ here so that if you've asked me a question and I haven't gotten back to you, you can find it here. And if you really don't care about the details, just take a look at the pics. Here we go:
How did Alisa and Alec meet?
Alisa and Alec met through Match.com. It was her first date on the service. I think she canceled her membership relatively quickly after meeting Alec. I could tell that she liked Alec quite a bit from the beginning. In fact, just after they started dating, she brought him to Dad's birthday party and I asked her if she was crazy!
Alisa and Alec live in the Bay Area. Why Indiana for the wedding?
Alec is a born-and-raised Indiana boy. His dad passed away earlier this year after a hard battle with cancer. Alisa went back to Indiana a couple of times and instinctively felt that it would be appropriate (and fun) to have a fall wedding there.
Where is Columbus, Indiana?
Columbus is located an hour outside of Indianapolis. It's a gorgeous town, known for its architecture. Check it out:
What was it like staying at the mother-in-law's house?
Divine! I told Alisa, within minutes of meeting Irida (Alec's mother), "You won the mother-in-law lottery!") We arrived at midnight, Indiana time, all of my family: Mom, Dad, stepmom, brother, me, Alisa and Alec...and found Irida waiting with a table spread with a feast. That was the theme of the weekend: great hospitality.
Irida's influence was seen throughout the wedding. She surprised Alisa and Alec with the cake below and also gave Alisa a beautiful hand-knit shawl to wear for the reception.
Was there time for a bachelorette party?
Indeed! Several of Alisa's friends had flown out for the wedding. After dinner on Friday night, clad in feather boas, we hit downtown and were among the dozen or so patrons at the Columbus Bar.
This is Mike, our server, who brought us at least seven or eight rounds of vodka drinks.
Did you drink the vodka?
Oh heck no! That would kill me! I passed my drinks along to whomever would ingest them. But I did indulge in nachos, fried pickles and fried mozzarella balls (this is the Midwest, after all!).
Did everyone behave at the bachelorette party?
Mostly. Some of those girls are a little more wild than I remembered. One woman in the bar (not in our party) decided to do an impromptu and unsolicited striptease for us. That was, um, interesting.
Did you color your hair again?
Why yes, I did. I'm on the DIY program. But back to the party...
Where were the guys?
Alec and his crew were at the other bar in town: The 4th Street Sports Bar. We eventually joined them there until I dragged Alisa back to Irida's for a short night of sleep.
Did Alisa get her hair done for the wedding?
Yes, and it looked fabulous! She even let Teresa (our stepmom) wax her eyebrows for the first time, prior to the trip, with a lot of cringing and support from her girlfriends.
Who is Irida?
She's on the left, next to my Mom. Teresa is on the right. Alisa is sans pants.
What did Mom wear to the wedding?
A beautiful blazer and black pants.
What did you (Janeen) wear to the wedding?
A black wool J Crew dress. Secondhand, of course. With fishets and boots!
How happy are my Dad and Teresa?
Very.
What kind of advice was Dad giving Alisa during the march down the aisle?
Unknown.
Were you (Janeen) the maid of honor?
No, Alisa didn't have attendants. But I did get to do all the maid of honor duties, like forget to jump up and grab her bouquet while she said her vows (I was adjusting the flash on my camera!). And I was one of the witnesses. And I gave a reading at the reception ("Oh The Places You'll Go," by Dr. Seuss.) And I cried. However. I didn't have to wear a God-awful bridesmaid's dress!
Did Alisa trip on her dress?
Not on the way back from the altar but she had a "moment" going down the aisle in which she instructed my dad to "freeze and smile."
Where's the shawl that Irida had made? Here it is, (gorgeous, huh?) along with Alisa's "party shoes."
Is that a naked woman?
I think this scupture had us all captivated at one point or another. It was mesmerizing.
The reception was at a soda fountain?
Yes! It was a beautiful venue, completely decorated for Christmas. Alisa and Alec rented out the whole place.
Did you eat burgers and fries?
Yes, we did have french fries as an appetizer but the actual meal was delicious. Salmon and beef. Guests had ice cream sundaes for dessert. Or cake. I had both. Of each. Two times around (there were a lot of flavors!).
Was it emotional to be in Indiana for your sister's wedding, with your whole family?
I cried a lot during the weekend. I think my parents are very happy for her. What do you think?
Who is the little girl from the photos?
This is Alexandria, daughter of my first cousin, Sherry. I hadn't seen Sherry in over ten years and I'd never met Alex. It was a treat to have their family with us.
Are you different from your sister?
This picture pretty much answers that question. I think my sister is more spontaneous, more lighthearted and much more easygoing.
Who is the good looking guy from all the photos?
This is my brother, Juan! He flew in from Southern California. Juan makes an effort to be at family functions and I truly embrace him as my other sibling even though we don't share biological parents. It meant the world to my parents for him to be at the wedding.
Did the newlyweds go on a honeymoon?
They went to Brown County, Indiana for a two night stay at a B & B. Here they are the day after the wedding.
What's next?
They flew home in time for Thanksgiving with our family and are settling into their new home in Dublin. I think they've finally recovered from the wedding madness, although a second reception is planned for the first part of next year to be held in Dublin.
When is it your turn?
Did you get this far in the post? Wow. My own Match membership expired - and I didn't renew it. I think for now I'll concentrate on being happy for Alisa and Alec! Congratulations again! Love you both.
I've had a lot of people ask me a LOT of questions about the wedding. I've decided to do a little FAQ here so that if you've asked me a question and I haven't gotten back to you, you can find it here. And if you really don't care about the details, just take a look at the pics. Here we go:
How did Alisa and Alec meet?
Alisa and Alec met through Match.com. It was her first date on the service. I think she canceled her membership relatively quickly after meeting Alec. I could tell that she liked Alec quite a bit from the beginning. In fact, just after they started dating, she brought him to Dad's birthday party and I asked her if she was crazy!
Alisa and Alec live in the Bay Area. Why Indiana for the wedding?
Alec is a born-and-raised Indiana boy. His dad passed away earlier this year after a hard battle with cancer. Alisa went back to Indiana a couple of times and instinctively felt that it would be appropriate (and fun) to have a fall wedding there.
Where is Columbus, Indiana?
Columbus is located an hour outside of Indianapolis. It's a gorgeous town, known for its architecture. Check it out:
What was it like staying at the mother-in-law's house?
Divine! I told Alisa, within minutes of meeting Irida (Alec's mother), "You won the mother-in-law lottery!") We arrived at midnight, Indiana time, all of my family: Mom, Dad, stepmom, brother, me, Alisa and Alec...and found Irida waiting with a table spread with a feast. That was the theme of the weekend: great hospitality.
Irida's influence was seen throughout the wedding. She surprised Alisa and Alec with the cake below and also gave Alisa a beautiful hand-knit shawl to wear for the reception.
Was there time for a bachelorette party?
Indeed! Several of Alisa's friends had flown out for the wedding. After dinner on Friday night, clad in feather boas, we hit downtown and were among the dozen or so patrons at the Columbus Bar.
This is Mike, our server, who brought us at least seven or eight rounds of vodka drinks.
Did you drink the vodka?
Oh heck no! That would kill me! I passed my drinks along to whomever would ingest them. But I did indulge in nachos, fried pickles and fried mozzarella balls (this is the Midwest, after all!).
Did everyone behave at the bachelorette party?
Mostly. Some of those girls are a little more wild than I remembered. One woman in the bar (not in our party) decided to do an impromptu and unsolicited striptease for us. That was, um, interesting.
Did you color your hair again?
Why yes, I did. I'm on the DIY program. But back to the party...
Where were the guys?
Alec and his crew were at the other bar in town: The 4th Street Sports Bar. We eventually joined them there until I dragged Alisa back to Irida's for a short night of sleep.
Did Alisa get her hair done for the wedding?
Yes, and it looked fabulous! She even let Teresa (our stepmom) wax her eyebrows for the first time, prior to the trip, with a lot of cringing and support from her girlfriends.
Who is Irida?
She's on the left, next to my Mom. Teresa is on the right. Alisa is sans pants.
What did Mom wear to the wedding?
A beautiful blazer and black pants.
What did you (Janeen) wear to the wedding?
A black wool J Crew dress. Secondhand, of course. With fishets and boots!
How happy are my Dad and Teresa?
What kind of advice was Dad giving Alisa during the march down the aisle?
Unknown.
Were you (Janeen) the maid of honor?
No, Alisa didn't have attendants. But I did get to do all the maid of honor duties, like forget to jump up and grab her bouquet while she said her vows (I was adjusting the flash on my camera!). And I was one of the witnesses. And I gave a reading at the reception ("Oh The Places You'll Go," by Dr. Seuss.) And I cried. However. I didn't have to wear a God-awful bridesmaid's dress!
Did Alisa trip on her dress?
Not on the way back from the altar but she had a "moment" going down the aisle in which she instructed my dad to "freeze and smile."
Where's the shawl that Irida had made? Here it is, (gorgeous, huh?) along with Alisa's "party shoes."
Is that a naked woman?
I think this scupture had us all captivated at one point or another. It was mesmerizing.
The reception was at a soda fountain?
Yes! It was a beautiful venue, completely decorated for Christmas. Alisa and Alec rented out the whole place.
Did you eat burgers and fries?
Yes, we did have french fries as an appetizer but the actual meal was delicious. Salmon and beef. Guests had ice cream sundaes for dessert. Or cake. I had both. Of each. Two times around (there were a lot of flavors!).
Was it emotional to be in Indiana for your sister's wedding, with your whole family?
I cried a lot during the weekend. I think my parents are very happy for her. What do you think?
Who is the little girl from the photos?
This is Alexandria, daughter of my first cousin, Sherry. I hadn't seen Sherry in over ten years and I'd never met Alex. It was a treat to have their family with us.
Are you different from your sister?
This picture pretty much answers that question. I think my sister is more spontaneous, more lighthearted and much more easygoing.
Who is the good looking guy from all the photos?
This is my brother, Juan! He flew in from Southern California. Juan makes an effort to be at family functions and I truly embrace him as my other sibling even though we don't share biological parents. It meant the world to my parents for him to be at the wedding.
Did the newlyweds go on a honeymoon?
They went to Brown County, Indiana for a two night stay at a B & B. Here they are the day after the wedding.
What's next?
They flew home in time for Thanksgiving with our family and are settling into their new home in Dublin. I think they've finally recovered from the wedding madness, although a second reception is planned for the first part of next year to be held in Dublin.
When is it your turn?
Did you get this far in the post? Wow. My own Match membership expired - and I didn't renew it. I think for now I'll concentrate on being happy for Alisa and Alec! Congratulations again! Love you both.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Three in One
Life has been nothing short of a blur lately. In the space of seven days, my family packed in three big events.
The first: My sister's wedding in Columbus, Indiana. Check.
The second: Thanksgiving and a three day stay at my sister and her husband's home in the Bay Area with a day-long trip to the Chabot Science Center. Check. Check.
The third: Our annual holiday tradition of Trans-Siberian Orchestra and dinner. This was our fifth year going; and it was Ben's first. He lasted for the first two hours of the three hour show before falling asleep on my lap. Dinner this year was at Mulvaney's; one of Sacramento's finest dining establishments. You know it's a nice place when there isn't a kids menu available (the chef fried all natural, organic chicken breasts for Ben) and when the bill is more than your weekly paycheck (thanks Dad!).
Saturday to Saturday, we packed in a lot of family time and travel time and I won't even mention how much food was consumed! Fortunately, we had no drama, no insults, no antagonizing, no offensive behavior - zip, zero, nada. Whew. Thank you, God.
The next post will be my 100th! To commemorate a year plus of blogging, I'm going to dedicate the post to my lovely, newly betrothed sister and tell you all about her wedding. Pictures too!
The first: My sister's wedding in Columbus, Indiana. Check.
The second: Thanksgiving and a three day stay at my sister and her husband's home in the Bay Area with a day-long trip to the Chabot Science Center. Check. Check.
The third: Our annual holiday tradition of Trans-Siberian Orchestra and dinner. This was our fifth year going; and it was Ben's first. He lasted for the first two hours of the three hour show before falling asleep on my lap. Dinner this year was at Mulvaney's; one of Sacramento's finest dining establishments. You know it's a nice place when there isn't a kids menu available (the chef fried all natural, organic chicken breasts for Ben) and when the bill is more than your weekly paycheck (thanks Dad!).
Saturday to Saturday, we packed in a lot of family time and travel time and I won't even mention how much food was consumed! Fortunately, we had no drama, no insults, no antagonizing, no offensive behavior - zip, zero, nada. Whew. Thank you, God.
The next post will be my 100th! To commemorate a year plus of blogging, I'm going to dedicate the post to my lovely, newly betrothed sister and tell you all about her wedding. Pictures too!
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Why I Love The Episcopal Church
Today, I found yet another reason to love love LOVE my church. Rev. Dr. Katharine Jefferts Schori, Presiding Bishop of 16 countries, came to our very own Sacramento cathedral and spoke this morning.
For once, I was actually early, by ten minutes - to church. Good thing because the pews were packed. The Rev. Dr. Schori is a legend in her own time and all of Sacramento's Episcopal community came out to welcome her.
Keeping stride with the Episcopal faith, Rev. Dr. Schori underscored the importance of CHANGE in our nation. Feeding the hungry, providing shelter for the homeless, ensuring that everyone has fair and affordable access to quality health care, and addressing the global warming crisis.
"We need to stop building mega structures - religious, corporate and otherwise - and start noticing suffering," she proclaimed.
Amen to that.
The energy in the congregation was palpable. I found myself, more than once, in utter amazement at being in the presence of such a compassionate and wise spiritual leader. And I know that the people all around me were feeling the same way.
I stumbled - quite literally - into Trinity exactly three years ago, in the midst of a divorce and desperately seeking spiritual comfort and guidance. Oddly enough, the message on that cold November morning was underscored again this morning: "When the temple was about to come down, Jesus assured the disciples that something far more beautiful on the other side." At the time, the temple was my marriage. Right now, it could be a lot of things.
Last night, while perusing the News and Review, the following quote - by medical doctor and theologian, Albert Schweitzer, caught my eye:
"At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us."
Rev. Dr. Schori did that for me today - she rekindled my spark, which had temporarily been snuffed out by life. The temple, the flame, the notion of beauty on the other side of destruction - such wonderful ways to re-capture the essence of life.
For once, I was actually early, by ten minutes - to church. Good thing because the pews were packed. The Rev. Dr. Schori is a legend in her own time and all of Sacramento's Episcopal community came out to welcome her.
Keeping stride with the Episcopal faith, Rev. Dr. Schori underscored the importance of CHANGE in our nation. Feeding the hungry, providing shelter for the homeless, ensuring that everyone has fair and affordable access to quality health care, and addressing the global warming crisis.
"We need to stop building mega structures - religious, corporate and otherwise - and start noticing suffering," she proclaimed.
Amen to that.
The energy in the congregation was palpable. I found myself, more than once, in utter amazement at being in the presence of such a compassionate and wise spiritual leader. And I know that the people all around me were feeling the same way.
I stumbled - quite literally - into Trinity exactly three years ago, in the midst of a divorce and desperately seeking spiritual comfort and guidance. Oddly enough, the message on that cold November morning was underscored again this morning: "When the temple was about to come down, Jesus assured the disciples that something far more beautiful on the other side." At the time, the temple was my marriage. Right now, it could be a lot of things.
Last night, while perusing the News and Review, the following quote - by medical doctor and theologian, Albert Schweitzer, caught my eye:
"At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us."
Rev. Dr. Schori did that for me today - she rekindled my spark, which had temporarily been snuffed out by life. The temple, the flame, the notion of beauty on the other side of destruction - such wonderful ways to re-capture the essence of life.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
The Aunt, The Invertebrate and Iron Man
We finished up the month of October with a visit from my Aunt Diana. Everyone should have an Aunt Diana. I'm crazy about my aunt; I always have been. She is the most soft-spoken, gentle soul that you'll ever meet. As a retired school teacher, she's brilliant with children. Her favorite holiday is Halloween so her visit was perfectly timed. Ben fell in love with her and was incredibly sad when she left.
The requisite pumpkin carving, spearheaded by mother this year. Bless her!
Ben's class studied invertebrates in October. Ben was the desert scorpion. The kids made costumes and had a parade on Halloween. Here is Ben in his scorpion costume with Aunt Diana.
Each child had to give an oral presentation about their invertebrate. Ben's favorite detail about the desert scorpion: "Sometimes the mommy scorpion EATS the daddy scorpion after she has her babies!" He then asked me, "Mommy, did you want to eat Daddy after you had me?"
My mom, Ben and Aunt Diana at Ben's last soccer game. Aunt Diana was thrilled to get to see him play (and score a goal!)
On Halloween Day, we went to the Discovery Museum.
I think Ben was in heaven with all the attention he got throughout the day! Can you see the sparkle in his eye?
That night, Iron Man emerged from the bedroom for some serious trick-or-treating!
We told Iron Man that he could run as much as he wanted to, but under no circumstances could he fly around the neighborhood!
Iron Man attacks Mommy! This is the last Halloween I'll be able to pick him up, unless I want a serious back injury!
And here is the perfect trick-or-treater. This was taken right before Molly jumped into the Halloween action, going from doorstep to doorstep and being the best behaved trick-or-treater on the block (until the poodle crossed our path).
I can only hope that every Halloween was as fun as this one! Aunt Diana, please come back and visit us soon. We love you!
The requisite pumpkin carving, spearheaded by mother this year. Bless her!
Ben's class studied invertebrates in October. Ben was the desert scorpion. The kids made costumes and had a parade on Halloween. Here is Ben in his scorpion costume with Aunt Diana.
Each child had to give an oral presentation about their invertebrate. Ben's favorite detail about the desert scorpion: "Sometimes the mommy scorpion EATS the daddy scorpion after she has her babies!" He then asked me, "Mommy, did you want to eat Daddy after you had me?"
My mom, Ben and Aunt Diana at Ben's last soccer game. Aunt Diana was thrilled to get to see him play (and score a goal!)
On Halloween Day, we went to the Discovery Museum.
I think Ben was in heaven with all the attention he got throughout the day! Can you see the sparkle in his eye?
That night, Iron Man emerged from the bedroom for some serious trick-or-treating!
We told Iron Man that he could run as much as he wanted to, but under no circumstances could he fly around the neighborhood!
Iron Man attacks Mommy! This is the last Halloween I'll be able to pick him up, unless I want a serious back injury!
And here is the perfect trick-or-treater. This was taken right before Molly jumped into the Halloween action, going from doorstep to doorstep and being the best behaved trick-or-treater on the block (until the poodle crossed our path).
I can only hope that every Halloween was as fun as this one! Aunt Diana, please come back and visit us soon. We love you!
Friday, November 13, 2009
Ben Turns 6, Part 2
We celebrated Ben's birthday two times. The first time was at my house; the second was at his dad's.
Ben asks a lot of questions about divorce and why he has two homes. I remind him, all the time, how very lucky he is to have two parents who love him so much and two bedrooms and two sets of toys and two distinctly different, yet wonderful, environments that he can grow and thrive in.
And who wouldn't want to have two birthday parties?
This is my dear friend Kathie, who has Ean. Ben and Ean have known each other and loved each other since birth.
This is Ean and Ben.
The three kids - Ben, Ean and Ben's cousin, Lily, were waiting for cake. Ben's paternal grandma got their attention:
And the laughing began:
And continued:
The kids were in such hysterics that they momentarily forgot about the cake. I love to see children laugh like this. It was my favorite part of the day.
Ben asks a lot of questions about divorce and why he has two homes. I remind him, all the time, how very lucky he is to have two parents who love him so much and two bedrooms and two sets of toys and two distinctly different, yet wonderful, environments that he can grow and thrive in.
And who wouldn't want to have two birthday parties?
This is my dear friend Kathie, who has Ean. Ben and Ean have known each other and loved each other since birth.
This is Ean and Ben.
The three kids - Ben, Ean and Ben's cousin, Lily, were waiting for cake. Ben's paternal grandma got their attention:
And the laughing began:
And continued:
The kids were in such hysterics that they momentarily forgot about the cake. I love to see children laugh like this. It was my favorite part of the day.
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