Thursday, September 24, 2009

 

Quick Update

This blog has become much like my closets – very neglected. My book launches next Tuesday so I (and Dave, for that matter) have been more busy than usual.


Here are a few places I’ve been booked to appear:


October 6 – Martha Stewart Radio Show 7 am PST (interview)

F5 Networking Group (presentation)


October 9 – Book launch party


October 12 – KING 5 News 8 am PST (interview)


October 15 – Swing Bar, Olympia WA 8 pm (book signing)


October 16 – South Sound Rotary 7:30 am (presentation)


October 21 – Borders, Madison, WI 7 pm CST (book signing)


October 28 – Kirkland party (book signing)


November 5 – Momasphere Event, Brooklyn, NY (presentation)


Ahhhh, but you didn’t come to this blog for that sort of info!


Let me give you more important updates.


Jo (age 2): Yesterday in the car, she says to Dave from the back seat (in an “this pains me to tell you” tone) “Daddy, my no tooo. My free”. To which Dave replies, “You aren’t two? You are three?”


“Yes” she says nonchalantly. “My free now”.


Oh, they grow up so fast.


Lex (age 4): Last night as we were eating our pre-bed snack, she says to me, “Mommy, you can die of a broken heart, can’t you?”


My heart sank! So young to be asking such heart wrenching questions. But wait…


She continued, “That rocket star died when his heart broke.”


I scanned my Lex database. Quickly sleuthing, “Rocket star means rock star. Rocks star? Rock star?”


“Are you talking about Michael Jackson?” I asked her in surprise.


She nodded. “Yes. He died when his heart broke.”


Bek (age 6): Well, she is at that age where she doesn’t like me to share her cute stories. She says, “It’s embarrassing.”


Sigh. They do grow up quickly. Don’t they?


Sunday, September 13, 2009

 

Someone Could Get the Wrong Idea

We’ve got a few things going on in our house, that, from an uninformed outsider’s point of view, probably look a little odd.

During Bek’s first few days of kindergarten, she and Dave designed an elaborate good-bye ritual. One of the things that stuck was a signature good-bye wave. It’s a wave, chant combo. It goes like this:

“Family” (fingers on hand spread wide)

“Together” (fingers clasp together into a fist)

“Forever” (pump the fist)

SherrySteckly picked me up to carpool last week and the girls stood at the window and did the family wave.

“Oh my!” Exclaimed SherrySteckly. “What is that?”

“It’s our family wave,” I explained.

“It looks like the Black Power fist”.

No, we definitely aren’t teaching our children anti-establishment gestures. It just looks that way.

Also, Jo loves to play “ni-ni” (short for “night-night”). In this game, she is the teacher and her dollies are the students. She re-enacts naptime at her day care.

At 11:30 every day, two teachers manage to get 12 toddlers to fall asleep in straight little lines on mats on the floor. It is amazing. I don’t blame Jo for wanting to imitate it.

Jo spends a good part of each day sitting between two dolls, who are laying face down on the floor. She rubs their backs and whispers, “Ni-ni. Ni-ni” and hushes them. Once they have fallen asleep, she puts a blanket over their entire bodies (including heads) and moves on to the next two babies.

So when you walk into our living room, or onto our deck or through the hallway upstairs, you are likely to find mounds of dolls, laying shoulder-to-shoulder face down, fully covered by a blanket.

It looks, well, a bit disturbing. It’s not. It’s cute when she is doing it. It just looks menacing when you see the results of her game. They aren’t doll graves. Really.

And lastly… this photo?

Jo is screaming in delight.


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