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Month: May 2009

God Be With You ‘Til We Meet Again

God Be With You ‘Til We Meet Again

Last Sunday my grandmother passed away. She broke her hip about a week before and then got pneumonia. She was 89 and in good health before the hip incident, so it was kind of a surprise how quickly she went. But we are grateful that she didn’t have to be in pain for very long. And, fortunately for me, Simon and I were flying in this week anyway so we were able to go to the funeral, which we probably would not have been able to do otherwise.

My grandma was many things that I hope to be. A great mom, a good cook, an excellent listener and always very stylish. She was also a great example to me of getting as much education as you can and not making excuses for yourself. She and my grandpa would go on long walks together as often as they could and loved to take drives through the mountains and be out in nature. They had a great relationship and were always laughing at each other’s jokes. I look forward to when Micah and I have been together that long and still don’t tire of each other. I am so grateful for all that she taught me and all that she was.

God Be With You 'Til We Meet Again

God Be With You 'Til We Meet Again

Last Sunday my grandmother passed away. She broke her hip about a week before and then got pneumonia. She was 89 and in good health before the hip incident, so it was kind of a surprise how quickly she went. But we are grateful that she didn’t have to be in pain for very long. And, fortunately for me, Simon and I were flying in this week anyway so we were able to go to the funeral, which we probably would not have been able to do otherwise.

My grandma was many things that I hope to be. A great mom, a good cook, an excellent listener and always very stylish. She was also a great example to me of getting as much education as you can and not making excuses for yourself. She and my grandpa would go on long walks together as often as they could and loved to take drives through the mountains and be out in nature. They had a great relationship and were always laughing at each other’s jokes. I look forward to when Micah and I have been together that long and still don’t tire of each other. I am so grateful for all that she taught me and all that she was.

Get out of Town

Get out of Town

That’s what we did on Monday. And Tuesday, too, for that matter (except Micah). We finally took the Metro-North out of the city. We’ve lived here almost 2 years and this was our first time attempting to explore the regions round about the city. We’re pretty pathetic, but we’ve promised ourselves to do better. It wasn’t as expensive as we thought it would be, and definitely worth the effort. We just took a little day trip to a town called Cold Springs (where it is surprisingly difficult to find a drink of water). Simon loved this little park with lots of cars and toys and slides and swings, but mostly we just walked around and sat by the river. There were lots of little shops and we got some ice cream as well. We just enjoyed the time together without feeling rushed to do anything or go anywhere or see anybody.On the way home we sat by Laura Linney and some other actor who spoke loudly about how he once caused Robin Williams to laugh inappropriately at the Academy Awards while Beyonce was singing. And also how he loves to get a private jet, even though he knows he doesn’t really need one. Crazy New Yorkers.

Sasa

Sasa

Sasa is what Simon calls himself. We got a kick out of it at first because in Hawaii, “sasa” means beating. As in, “If you do that one more time I’m going to take you behind the shed and give you a sasa.” But after a while it got kind of old. I’ve been working with him on actually saying his name.

“Can you say ‘Si’?”
“Si.”
“Can you say ‘Mon’?”
“Mon.”
“Can you say Si-mon.”
“Si-mon.”
“Good. Simon.”
“Si-mon. Sasun. Sasa!” (peals of laughter)
It’s nice to know he can say it. It’s also nice to know how he arrives at his final destination.

The Backpack

The Backpack

For our upcoming trip to Utah, I decided it would be fun for Simon to have his own backpack to carry his stuff onto the airplane, since he gets his own seat and all. But if you think I was going to go buy one, you’re crazy. :) Micah and I dug through all the fabric we got from his mom last Christmas and found some appropriate pieces. Then I sat down and “designed” what I thought I wanted it to look like and how big it should be. It was kind of fun, even if I really didn’t know what I was doing. Micah took my sketches and made a pattern, and we got to work.Yesterday Simon and I went to Manhattan to get the buttons and buckles — the finishing touches — and we put them on last night as Simon (sort of) slept peacefully in the next room. I am pretty pleased with the results, even though you don’t have to look very closely to see a lot of crooked lines and the front pocket is somewhat crooked. It was challenging for me and made me realize I really can sew, even though I’ve never felt very competent with a sewing machine.
Simon has been really excited about this project for the few weeks that we’ve been working on it. Several times I’ve taken him to Goodwill or the dollar store to see if they had anything that we could use for the backpack. Usually he would get impatient with me halfway through and start dragging me towards the door. All I would have to do is say, “But Simon, I’m looking for something for your backpack,” and he would start dragging me the other way saying, “Backpack, backpack, backpack.” But by yesterday, when we were finally ready to test out the buckles on the straps before we sewed them on, he had lost interest. And this morning when I showed him the finished product, his response was, “Juice. Juice.” Not quite the enthusiastic reaction I was hoping for, but he still has a few days to realize the awesomeness of being able to carry your own stuff around.

Or maybe I’ll be the lucky one who gets to carry it around. My best laid plans . . . .

All Gradumacated

All Gradumacated

Hey! Look at me! All decked out in purple academic regalia (as they call it) and surrounded by all the men in my life like I did something special or something. Oh, that’s right. I did. Gosh, it’s been so long since I finished classes that I almost forgot you should all be calling me Master Lizzie. Just kidding. You don’t have to call me Master Lizzie. Yet. Anyway, it looks like we’re all thrilled with the accomplishment except for Simon, who is grumpy because Micah took his goldfish away so he would pay attention to the camera.
And here’s the part where they put the fancy master’s degree hood on me (upside down) and then knocked off my cap so that I would be really flustered when I got my picture taken with the dean of the graduate school at the other end of the stage. Fortunately I didn’t trip, so I count the walk across as being successful despite the other misfortunes. Simon took the above picture while we were at Yankee Stadium for the all-University Commencement. Just kidding. He’s asleep on Micah’s back. The picture was taken by one of the stadium workers who told us exactly where to stand and has taken pictures with just about every kind of camera imaginable. I believe him.
Secretary Clinton was the main speaker and people were going wild over her. I was kind of excited because on the way up Micah and I were wondering who the speaker would be and why they hadn’t told us. I said it was probably President Obama and that is why they were hush hush about it. I was pretty pleased that I got so close to the right answer. But I was more excited about Helen Thomas, who, along with Sec. Clinton was receiving an honorary doctorate. Helen Thomas is a journalist who has been covering the White House for 3 times as long as I’ve been alive. (Okay, not that long, but close.) I remember when she came to BYU and spoke at a forum and people got up to leave after she said something about how everything good in the world died when Reagan took office. Or something like that. Anybody else remember that? After commencement we got slices of real New York pizza (one of my favorite things about living in the city) and took pictures of us in the Bronx because who knows when we’ll find ourselves all the way up there again? And then we took the long subway ride home, made even longer by the fact that all of us got at least a little bit sunburned and the burn was developing more and more as the train slowly made its way through Manhattan and the little person seemed not to be handling the development well. But we made it home alive and I have awesome tan lines on my wrists since my gown covered just about everything else. It’s a good look if you ask me.

The end.

He’s got (new) skills

He’s got (new) skills

Simon learned to climb in and out of his crib yesterday. Took him long enough. We haven’t yet converted it into a toddler bed, although that will probably happen this week, but we did turn the doorknob of his room around so he can’t unlock it and let himself out. We’d like to keep him contained on occasion, and that seemed like our last chance.

He's got (new) skills

He's got (new) skills

Simon learned to climb in and out of his crib yesterday. Took him long enough. We haven’t yet converted it into a toddler bed, although that will probably happen this week, but we did turn the doorknob of his room around so he can’t unlock it and let himself out. We’d like to keep him contained on occasion, and that seemed like our last chance.

Shallots at Trader Joe’s

Shallots at Trader Joe’s

We went to Trader Joe’s yesterday. And I kind of like that place. I will tell you why. Micah and I were standing in the produce section looking for shallots. We didn’t see any. An employee approached us with some green onions and said, “I’m not sure I read your lips right, but I thought you were looking for these.”

We were a little puzzled and said, “No, we’re looking for shallots.”

And he said, “Aren’t these shallots?”

And we said, “Aren’t shallots bigger than that? I don’t know we’ve never actually bought them before.”

But we were pretty sure green onions were not shallots. He said he was sorry, he didn’t know what we were talking about and that he didn’t think they had them if they weren’t the green onions. I was a little disappointed because the whole reason we were getting shallots is because I said to Micah last Sunday, “Name an ingredient we’ve never used and I’ll find a meal to use it in.” And he said shallots and I decided to make this macaroni with carmelized shallots and goat cheese. So not being able to get shallots kind of took the point out of the meal, but we would probably live without them. We went on shopping and I totally forgot about the shallots.

Then, as we were pondering the frozen chicken enchiladas, somebody interrupted us rather loudly and after I jumped and realized he wasn’t telling me to get out of the way or that my child was making a nuisance of himself (which has never actually happened, thankfully), I realized it was the green onions guy offering me a little bag of shallots. He had mistakenly thought of scallions when he heard shallots, which explained his previous mistake, but he had taken his mistake seriously and gone out of his way to find us and deliver the shallots to us. And that made me happy. And we felt special. Which generally doesn’t happen when you are grocery shopping in Brooklyn.

Shallots at Trader Joe's

Shallots at Trader Joe's

We went to Trader Joe’s yesterday. And I kind of like that place. I will tell you why. Micah and I were standing in the produce section looking for shallots. We didn’t see any. An employee approached us with some green onions and said, “I’m not sure I read your lips right, but I thought you were looking for these.”

We were a little puzzled and said, “No, we’re looking for shallots.”

And he said, “Aren’t these shallots?”

And we said, “Aren’t shallots bigger than that? I don’t know we’ve never actually bought them before.”

But we were pretty sure green onions were not shallots. He said he was sorry, he didn’t know what we were talking about and that he didn’t think they had them if they weren’t the green onions. I was a little disappointed because the whole reason we were getting shallots is because I said to Micah last Sunday, “Name an ingredient we’ve never used and I’ll find a meal to use it in.” And he said shallots and I decided to make this macaroni with carmelized shallots and goat cheese. So not being able to get shallots kind of took the point out of the meal, but we would probably live without them. We went on shopping and I totally forgot about the shallots.

Then, as we were pondering the frozen chicken enchiladas, somebody interrupted us rather loudly and after I jumped and realized he wasn’t telling me to get out of the way or that my child was making a nuisance of himself (which has never actually happened, thankfully), I realized it was the green onions guy offering me a little bag of shallots. He had mistakenly thought of scallions when he heard shallots, which explained his previous mistake, but he had taken his mistake seriously and gone out of his way to find us and deliver the shallots to us. And that made me happy. And we felt special. Which generally doesn’t happen when you are grocery shopping in Brooklyn.