America’s Favorite Pastime
What is it about baseball that brings out such warm and familiar feelings in people? This slice of Americana is foreign to me in some ways as I was brought up on soccer, tennis, swimming, then later football. Yet as I watch bits of the Yankees playing in this World Series, I can’t help but feel a surge of patriotism. I am almost transfixed to an era when life was simpler and family values were paramount. I am listening to my husband explain the rules of this game to my 7 year old son. Sawyer has a plethora of questions and Sean is patiently answering each one. I feel like apple pie inside and I think to myself that this is how cherished memories are made…not by giving material things but rather giving of one’s self/experience/knowledge. I think back on my own childhood. One of my favorite memories is when my dad who worked ALOT, took the time to teach my sister and me how to tie our shoes. I remember it vividly. It’s funny because we were really spoiled as far as always getting just about everything that we ever wanted. Sure I can recount some very nice presents but they are not memories. Learning to tie my shoes..now that’s a memory! I guess I just figured out that baseball is more than a sport, it is a pastime that has been shared between people for generations which has produced many wonderful memories.
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My Elephant
The beauty of this child runs so deep. She is feisty, chatty, brilliant, loving, melodramatic, cunning, and can cry on cue. She is amazing. She loves Clifford the Big Red Dog and often changes the words to the song at the beginning of it to include Glory, our Big Black Dog. She is a champion of animals both great and small however would like nothing better than to own a horse. She can be as fresh as they come with a spitfire vocabulary and healthy self-esteem. She has no qualms taking on her 7 year old brother in a wrestling match. Yet whenever asked what gift she would like the most, she never hesitates to reveal the uber-feminine “lipstick”. Annabelle never ceases to touch my heart in a sweet way that is indescribeable. It is no wonder That we call her “Sugie”. I love her!
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A Morning in the Life of
6:20 the alarm rings, my husband buried under a montagne of pillows gutterally calls something out to me. I am not sure what but yet I know this is my one cue to get myself out of bed. Ah but wait! I am trapped under not one but two lifeless bodies…one across my abdomen and pelvis and the other across my chest and right arm. How long have these creatures been here? Long enough that my stomach is moist with remnants of drool and I no longer have feeling in my right extremity. I juxtapose and shimmy my way off the bed onto my knees. I tiptoe in the dark tripping over a shoe, a cat, a toy…I don’t know something. I drag myself into the shower hoping that I will be refreshed. Instead my mind races over what I need to do by 7:17am which is the absolute last possible time I can leave the house and make it to my mom’s where my son can then get driven to school by my dad and be on time. This is a high pressure job. I quickly soap and shampoo. Every second day if I am feeling inspired, I might drag the razor across my legs. I get out, dry off, slather cream on my face trying to stave off “crepe paper” skin. I brush my teeth, apply eyeliner, mascara, a hint of lipstick, and then brush my hair straight back. I amble out of the bathroom and Glory our dog is waiting for me. Now is a good time to mention that I am usually naked except for the towel on my head because of course our laundry is done in the basement and I am always too dog tired to bring up my clean clothes the night before. I must navigate my house in the dark due to its fishbowl nature. God forbid Eric, our neighbor who owns a gas station and leaves his house at 6:50am each morning, should have to catch a glimpse of my out of shape, (although I do have the breasts of an 18-year-old),very scarred middle-aged body. I scurry to the basement, get dressed, then forage for Sawyer’s clean uniform and an acceptable outfit for Annabelle. But wait, it’s Tuesday gosh darn it…Gym Day!!! I have no idea where my son’s Flynn and O’Hara issued sweatpants and tee shirt are. I start digging in the dirty hamper in front of the washer. I spy the sweats but can’t find the elusive HC tee. After a 5 minute frenzy and deliberation, I decide I will put an ordinary tee on him and he will just have to suck it up and wear his school sweatshirt all day. I find 2 odd socks, a pair of undies and his outfit is complete. Now what the hell will I put on my daughter. Quickly I forage leggings and a long-sleeved shirt and her. I start up the stairs with a clothes pile on my left shoulder and with my right hand I scoop up a cup of dog kibble for Glory who is waiting patiently for me at the top. I dump the food in her bowl and turn my sights to the refrigerator. My fingers go directly to the Pillsbury Cherry Toaster Strudels. Side note…I am a good mom dammit…they cover 2 food groups-carbohydrate and fruit. I pop one into the toaster and then set out to make Sawyer’s lunch equipped with a snack and drink. I ice the strudel with an “S”, glance at the clock on the oven and see that it is now 6:57am. I start to hyperventilate slightly. I race upstairs flip on my bedroom light and see my three lovelies..hubby, boy, and girl. I gently wake Sawyer with a positive upbeat voice and a smile because I want him to start his day on a happy note because….forshadowing alert…..things will head south quickly. I tell him to brush his teeth, get his glasses on, get dressed, and head downstairs because the Breakfast of Champions awaits him on the kitchen counter. I try rousing Annabelle who almost always starts her day in a cantankerous mood. I undress and redress her as she sleeps. I yank her out of bed, give my hub a smooch goodbye and head back downstairs. I find Sawyer on the couch flipping through a myriad of morning cartoons. I tell him once to start eating his strudel. I find Annabelle’s sneakers and put them on her feet. She barks at me complaining that the velcro on her left shoe is not properly fastened. I grab Sawyer’s backpack, open it and make sure that I signed his homework book. I say louder to him that he needs to start eating his breakfast or else we will be late. I spy the clock. It is now 7:07am. I have to run out to the car to bring in my coffee travel mug that has been left there overnight. I rinse it, stick a coffee pod in the machine, and press start on my Keurig (taking a brief moment to thank God for whomever invented this machine). I pour Coffeemate in the cup and seal it. I spot the uneaten strudel on the counter. (Here is where it escalates) I turn the tv off and start screaming like a crazy woman that we are going to be late and that he will have morning detention, wrap the strudel in a paper towel and hand it to Sawyer. He will have to eat it on the drive over to my parent’s house. I run back upstairs to grab a rubber band to wrap Annabelle’ s hair into. I throw on the children’s coats and head out the door. It is 7:16am. Oh shit, I have forgotten my cell phone which is charging on the countertop. After fastening Annabelle in her car seat, I jaunt into the house in moderate tachycardia to retrieve the phone. I am just about to leave once again when I hear my beloved start to stir. I call up to him and ask if he has the time, could he let our dog out before going to work. Ah, the life of a mom.
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The Toothless Wonder
I just pulled my boy’s top tooth out. The look of excitement on his face made me cry. If we could just bottle the amazement, joy, and wonder of the little things in childhood and save them for later in order to appreciate the small adult stuff, the world would be a happier place. We went trick or treating today and I did not see an unhappy child. We could learn a lot from them.
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My Boy
God I love this kid! He really makes my heart pound. Where would I be or even would I be without him? He is so complex…bright, sensitive, intuitive, spiritual, kind, silly, pensive, shy, artistic, serious. He can definitely drive me crazy and I have this innate emotional connection with him that is bizarre but he is just about as perfect a boy as I could ever ask for. I adore him!
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Tired and Exhausted
The title of today’s piece is not very inspiring I admit. Laryngitis sort of kicking my ass but I plod on like most moms I know. I was driving to work this morning noticing all the fall leaves that have changed into amazing vibrant colors. Went pumpkin picking with Sean and Annabelle yesterday. It was such a gorgeous day. I am trying to relish each moment because they are so fleeting. It seems like just yesterday I was out in the pumpkin patch with Sawyer. It is amazing to see hayrides, and corn mazes, and pumpkin picking and oh pony rides through the eyes of Annabelle. She just sparkles. My boy is on the verge of losing his top front tooth and is needless to say very excited. We are practicing the states and their locations before bed each night. I am in awe of his memory. I hope it is always so sharp and focused. I am truly lucky to have such great kiddos. Thank you Sean Stone!
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Genesis
Wow! Here I am in Cyber Space truly inspired by my gal Dor and so I try. to blog that is. I shall begin this as a makeshift gratitude journal and life reflection. I sit and hen peck at the keyboard. I hear the lovely soft whispering of my precious 3 year old as she tries to lull herself to sleep. Downstairs I hear the hearty laugh of my husband as he chats with a friend on the phone. Melodic noises in my world. I am truly blessed.
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