Monday, July 27, 2009

A Visit to the In-laws and the Wisdom of a Five Year Old




With Jack packed off to Hilton Head with my side of the family, Andrew, the girls and I went to Chapel Hill to spend the weekend with his family.

The four little girls (our two and Andrew's sister's two) all had a blast, as usual. There is something about that foursome that just works. Alice and Clara, alone, rarely make it a half of a day without some sort of physical or (because it's what girls do REALLY well) mental battle coming into play. And according to their mother, the cousins are constantly at each others throats during these long, steamy summer days.

But put the four of them together and it is just bliss. No fighting, picking or tormenting. It is all laughing and games and giggles. They share, they respect boundaries. They express their affection physically and with loving banter. They are just happy to be together.

And I usually learn something every time I am with these wonderful children. On Saturday they were all skinny dipping (don't we all love the feel of water on parts where the sun don't shine?), and one girl said to another, "I'm skinny and you have a fat tummy." Now, all four of these girls are lean and gorgeous. One just has a BIT of a pot belly. A remnant of her adorable pudgy toddler body. (Albeit supplemented by a generous helping of her grandfather's delicious blueberry pancakes that morning.)

And even though the offender said something that in her opinion was true, she certainly shouldn't have said it in front of her cousin. But the cousin stopped for a minute, thought about it (I could really see the wheels turning in her pretty little head), and then jumped back into the water and went about her business.

She made a conscious decision that what was said, although potentially hurtful, came from someone who has loved her since she was born. And she was not going to make an issue of it. The history of their relationship was more important than a bruised ego.

Smart, smart girl.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

On Cost and Healthcare





Here are some things I'd love to have:


College tuition for each of my three children, sitting in interest-bearing accounts.

A larger sedan as the children have to uncomfortably smush themselves in the back seat now.

A nice swimming pool in the back yard. Public pools gross me out but I love to swim.

The ability to take a year off work so that Andrew could focus on his career.

A house at Smith Mountain Lake, for convenient weekend escapes.


I want each of these things, but I can't afford them. So I don't get them. Obama wants a $1.5,000,000,000 reform package. It would be nice to be able to afford this, but we are not enjoying high financial times. Can't afford = don't get. Why doesn't the government have to abide by simple economic principles like the rest of us do?

Getting Acquainted


How cute is that?

Goose would love to meet a dolphin!

Friday, July 17, 2009

All Bad Things, Too, Must Come to an End


As of today, we 5 have been living in a single bedroom suite in our basement for 5 1/2 months. Along with Goose, our 70 pound dog, and two night-fighting cats.
There is one tiny bathroom and a refrigerator. We eat out 5 nights a week (fun for the first week).
Things I have become accustomed to are as follows: coming to the realization that someone is pooping while I am showering.
That my toothbrush, unless hidden behind my shampoo bottle in the shower, is community property.
Workers who traipse down unannounced no matter what our state of undress or wakefulness happens to be.
And that one day I'll no longer be startled by two little eyes staring down at me while Andrew and I try to work out our tensions in a carnal fashion.
I am told that one day, we'll all look back at this with fond memories. But right now, I am here to say: that day is a long time coming.

Friday, July 3, 2009

She's Having Two Babies


After nine years of being the only sister with children, Allison is finally expecting some of her own. And much to our delight, she will be the second sister in the family to have twins! Happily, this will finally put to rest the burning question posed to me nearly daily: Do twins run in your family? Well...clearly.

So far she is having an extremely breezy pregnancy. Not the first wave of nausea, no fatigue, no heartburn. Nothing, nada, zilch. She looks amazing and her mood is great. She is the Pregnancy Goddess.

Except for one thing. She is completely and certifiably insane with regards to her post-pregnancy expectations. She thinks that when the babies are three months old she will be ready to go to Ireland with her husband for a vacation. And when they are four months old she plans on running in the Boston Marathon.

As my 92 year old grandmother likes to say: "I'm just going to sit back and pat my foot."