I love the excitement of an election night… The close races, the chance for power and control of our government, the hard work of running for a position being replaced by the hard work of being elected to that position. I’d stay up all night to watch the results if I could. Still, there is something fun about waking up the next day and seeing how the votes played out.
Among my life goals of learning to decorate a cake and learning to play the guitar is the notion of working on a political campaign. Oh yeah, I totally wish I was down at the Cornhusker or Brewsky’s tonight. : )
When I was a kid I loved making sheet forts. My brothers and I would stretch sheets all over the living room, pinning edges down with stacks of books, clothespins and sofa cushions. (I’m pretty certain Mom was involved in most of the secure forts that were made.) My favorite part was when I could crawl under the sheets and set up a cozy little home. I’ve been creating little nests like that my whole life… Barbie houses made out of shoeboxes, glass jars as terrariums for all sorts of outdoor critters (the spiders would often be the only living creatures left by morning), and more forts built outdoors with my brothers and neighborhood buddies.
So when we acquired a large cardboard box from the Moreheads’ front porch, it was all I could do to not overtake the small place that was meant for my daughter. During her nap I cut windows and a door, all the while telling my husband about the Boxcar children and how much I loved reading about their adventures. As an adult a boxcar sounds like a terrible place to call home, and yet as a kid, I thought it was terribly creative to store milk behind rocks in a cold creek and to set up house with found objects from the woods.
What are some of your favorite kid memories? What things did you do that you hope to repeat for your own children?
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1. Mr. Eko’s death. I’m fine with major characters being killed off. I liked Mr. Eko, but I’ve read differing reports on the actor himself. One report states that his parents both died last year and that he’s returning home to film a movie. Another states that he was something of a prima donna on set and wanted a short term gig anyhow. Whatever situation is true, I don’t really care. What bothers me is one of the final scenes regarding Eko’s confession. By all accounts, Eko had become a man quite learned in the Bible… He acted as a priest for some time (even traveling to Australia while in the ministry) and he knew his scripture (remember his beating stick?). So how in the world could this “minister” of the gospel confess NOTHING before his death? That whole speech about doing the best he could? Crap. Obviously the writers know nothing of the true gospel of Christ. Eko, my one hope for a character who could respresent redemption, fails in every way during his final hour. Blah.
2. I don’t like the newbies. Especially the girl. I’ll give her time to grow on me, but for pete’s sake, couldn’t they make her hair and makeup look more island-ish? Picture perfect hair, makeup and gleaming white teeth annoyed me more than a little last night.
3. I totally don’t trust Juliette. I love the actress—she’s the perfect person to play a duplicitous Other. I have hope that Jack, Kate & Sawyer will soon get away from the clutches of this crazy cult, but for now, ya can’t trust anyone. (Can you tell I take this show very seriously??)
It just doesn’t get scarier than this folks. And no, I’m not referring to Jeremy’s deliciously cheesy smile, or to the fact that I, the anti-cheerleader in high school, actually dressed my child as a cheerleader for Halloween. I make one freaking scary man, folks. In fact, I was tempted to click on Flickr’s “may offend” link because my facial hair frightened me so badly.
Kudos to Mike & Amanda on the tres cool Reformation Day/Halloween Party. Good costumes, great munchies, fun decorations—what more could you ask for?
Halloween gets more fun as Livia grows older. Our little Husker cheerleader loves candy… and ringing doorbells… and talking to people… so you can imagine how much she’s enjoyed all the festivities.
“More cany, Mama? Choc-o-late?”
My thoughts precisely. Um, after lunch, that is.
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Thank you, dear friends, for your kind comments, emails and cards over the past week. Blogging about this loss, continuing on with daily activities, reading your sweet words, and knowing you’re praying for us — it all helps. Thank you.
I’m going to go out on a limb here and buck the old school tradition of not talking about miscarriages.
I miscarried my 2nd child last week.
I was so excited to share the news of my pregnancy with friends near and far via my blog. I was going to wait another few weeks and then spill the beans—it’s such beautiful news to get to share. But then something went wrong with the growth of the teeny baby within my womb. And then, before I even knew it, I wasn’t pregnant anymore.
My heart fiercely aches right now and I must admit I don’t understand God’s plan for my life. Getting pregnant was a delightful surprise to Jeremy and me and I cannot comprehend the ‘why’ of miscarrying. So for now, I will be content to share a bit of myself with the rest of you. I might share more, I might not. I might need to move on and blog about something else briefly after posting this, then again, I might not. My general policy when suffering is to do what feels good (within limits of course). Friends and family have been unbelievable in their support of us, I try to eat chocolate at least once a day, and I cry and talk when I feel like it.
But I miss being pregnant. And I suspect I’ll miss my 7 week, 6 day old little bean of a baby until I step into Glory one day.
You would think a blog post entitled “Pumpkin Patch” would contain photos of pumpkins. This one does not. It’s become quite challenging to take time to be comtemplative in my photography as I am usually responsible for the well-being of Livia, an active and eager-to-explore almost two-and-a-half year old. A few weeks ago we went to one of the many local pumpkin farms and had a wonderful time. The weather had just turned very fall-like, with a high temp of 52 and drizzly rain expected all day. But in Nebraska you can’t let the weather hold you up. So away we went to the Roca Berry Farm to enjoy a hayrack ride, mazes and wandering bike paths, one funnel cake shared between seven people, and of course, a little pumpkin for my little Punkins. And if Liv tries to tell you about how her mom took her in a haunted house? (She’ll mention words like dark, scary, round and round.) Don’t buy it. I’m mean really, what kind of mother would intentionally introduce her toddler to something like that? Key word: intentionally. Ahem. Let’s just say that next time I’ll know better.
This blog has been woefully neglected in recent days. Its owner has been far too busy doing things like cleaning baby powder off of the floors of the foyer and re-rolling the remains of toilet paper strewn about the bathroom.
It’s a busy job, this toddler mommying gig.
Singing for their supper, er, dessert are Jason, Renae, Joie, Brook and The Artist Formerly Known as Livia. Note: 10 points if you can name what they are singing about.
