God, I do love this time of year.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
She was 7 lbs 1 oz when she was born. Our first-born, at 6:18pm on St. Patrick's Day, at 40 weeks. I could only have imagined then the beauty she was going to become. I'm awed every day by her strength. Genuinely floored by her natural maternal instincts. And inspired daily by her insightful introspectiveness...at 5! She's more than I could have ever hoped for in a daughter and is everything I never knew I needed as a mother.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
"No, thanks," I mutter, "that should do it for now."
And then Saia (aka, the voice of Amy when Amy's not around) chimes in with "MAMA!"
"What, baby?" I say a little startled by her tone.
"What are you doing? You already have a lot of garland at home."
"Oh, I know, honey, but really, you can never have too much prelit garland," I chuckle as the cashier prints out my 4-foot-long receipt.
"But where are you going to put it, Mom?" she prods.
"Oh...I'm not sure yet, baby," I stammer.
"Well, then, you don't need it."
Sunday, December 14, 2008
So, off we went yesterday, with Mommy doing a pretty great job of only being semi-Nazi-ish with her insatiable need to beat our time from last year -- find, cut, and haul home the perfect tree all before noon. And while we didn't break the record, we did a fairly decent job, found us a chubby little tree (only a foot or so taller than Mommy), and left the lot before the rain came down.
Here are a couple of shots. You can see all the rest of the tree-hunting adventure in all it's glory here: Christmas Tree Hunt 2008 Pics.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
The Day Without a Gay mission statement reads:
"Gays, lesbians, and straight allies plan to call in “gay” to volunteer within their local LGBT communities on December 10, 2008 to protest passage of anti-gay constitutional amendments in Arizona, Florida, and California. Wherever possible, gay Americans and allies plan to volunteer for local gay and civil rights organizations across the country through a brand new national database at www.daywithoutagay.wetpaint.org.
Every day since Election Day, thousands have protested up and down streets in cities across California, including in Los Angeles, San Diego, San Francisco and Sacramento. A national, grassroots coalition of LGBT activists have followed in their footsteps. Now gay citizens and their allies are teaming up to show America and the world the compassion, the love, and the posititve spirit of the gay community through service.
On December 10, 2008 the gay community will take a historic stance against hatred by donating their time to a variety of different causes in order to raise public awareness of the need for LGBT equality in marriage and in other civil rights."Personally, I'm still working through where I stand on the use and abuse of marriage as a general societal institution, but the fact that we're being discriminated against from a legal standpoint based on personal biases is just wrong, and for that I will stand up.
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Sunday, December 07, 2008
Saturday, December 06, 2008
Chago took a little longer to think about it. "Let me try to picture Mema in my head," he said. And he closed his eyes, trying to remember what Mema liked. What she wore. What she ate. Which inevitably led him to decide that he wanted to get her a rottisiere chicken from Safeway.
Friday, December 05, 2008
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Monday, December 01, 2008
Was singing Rudolph to Chago last night (yes, I know, it was technically still November, but I guess I'm just as excited as they are for the season to begin so I'm just a big softie about these things) and we got to the end of the song - "you'll go down in hiiiisssttttoooory" when Chago says, "Who's story, Mom? Rudolph's?"
"What story, Bubba?"
"HIS!" he says. "Do they mean Rudolph?"
"Oh, no, Papa," I explain. "It's history not HIS story."
"Well then, what's history?" he asks, "because all my life I thought it was HIS story."
"Well, it's all the things that have happened in the past," I begin.
"So," he glances sideways at me with that now familiar look of condescension on his face, "how is that different?"