Do you want to know what is like a Pixar movie in book form, only way way way better? Winnie-the-Pooh. I had no idea. At least not until Micah and I got “The Complete Tales and Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh” for Simon as a Christmas gift. I felt pretty strongly that he needed it, despite the fact that I had never read the books and my only acquaintance with them came through Disney. I’m not in love with Disney Pooh, but I guess since it was a children’s classic, I thought it would be a great gift for Simon. And I also hoped it would get him interested in longer books — possibly be a bridge to chapter books.
Well, it turns out that it was probably the best gift ever. Over the past month we’ve been reading chapters from it every couple of days and Micah and I love it probably as much as the boys do. Maybe more. Simon is the one who brings the book out and insists we read a chapter or two from it, but I don’t think he gets all the humor. Or all the story, either, but he doesn’t seem to mind. I admit that sometimes it is a little hard to follow even for me because Mr. Milne is the king of run-on sentences, but that only adds to the story as far as I’m concerned. Plus, the man is a total genius and so he is allowed to do things like that and people have to love him for it.
Yesterday morning I read the last two chapters to the boys. Micah was asleep, but woke up and joined us for the last chapter. I turned the last page was reading the last line (“But wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place at the top of the Forest, a little boy and his Bear will always be playing.”) when I totally lost it. I seriously couldn’t finish reading the words. And it was hilarious to me that I was crying so hard over this that I couldn’t keep myself from laughing. So I laughed and cried to the amusement of Micah and Simon for a couple of minutes before pulling myself together long enough to finish the sentence.
And then I promptly put the book down, grabbed my camera off the shelf, and took some pictures of my boys running around the living room with their balloons.
I’m not entirely sure what it is about Christopher Robin and his friends that made me so emotional (and honestly still does), but I assume that it probably has something to do with wanting to freeze time and to always be able to go back to the time when Simon flies our couch-plane to Utah and Oliver can’t sleep without his hands full of cars and they choo-choo through the living room together or sail somewhere on our ship/bed. And then I have to laugh at myself some more because it’s not like these days are really even close to being over. We’re just getting started, people, and already I’m mourning the end.
Simon once again demonstrates the depth of his Blackhurst-ness through a new-found love of Ritz crackers (actually “Golden Rounds” from Trader Joe’s) with melted cheddar.
Oliver waits until they cool down, then peels the cheese off them. Where did that child come from?
My little sister got married this weekend. Hence the flight drama. Don’t ask my why I flew to Salt Lake via San Francisco. It seemed like the best option at the time. From here on out, it’s the JetBlue direct or nothing.
Anyway. Sarah got married. There were so many wonderful things about the day. The first being that I got to run 5 miles in the rain. And the first two miles were uphill. Very uphill. And for some reason my contacts were giving me problems. They just weren’t working right. I thought I had them in the wrong eyes. I thought maybe I had them on inside out. It wasn’t until I’d had them in for 4 hours and was about to abandon them all together when my brother realized that they were actually his contacts. And, sadly enough this was not the first time I had put in the wrong contacts. On the day Micah and I were married I put Micah’s contacts in. As a show of love. Hahaha. Just kidding. It was because I couldn’t tell the difference.
Once that was all resolved, we went to the temple. It had been raining all morning and after the ceremony we took turns running in and out of the waiting area to get our pictures taken. Bride’s family. Groom’s family. Brothers. Sisters. Friends. Sisters and sisters-in-law. All the girls. All the boys. Individual portraits. The bride and groom stuck around for a few more hours for more pictures, and by the time they were done it was snowing. Hard. Their car slid into a rock on their way back to my parents house. My other sister’s car slid into a wall on the way to my parents house. No one was hurt, but cars were definitely damaged. The bride and groom had to be rescued. My other sister and I had the good fortune of not sliding off the road when we went to Costco to get a bunch of pizzas for everyone to eat. But we realized afterward that it was probably a dumb idea to attempt that. Hindsight.
We were slightly worried that it would just be our families at the reception that night because no one would want to brave the roads. It was still snowing, but the plows were doing their best and there were plenty of people at the reception. The cobbler and ice cream were delicious. I had a great time taking pictures, talking with cousins and friends and neighbors, and dancing with nephew Ben (age 16 months) during the couples’ dance.
I went home, ate wedding cake, watched “Tangled” and slept for 8 fairly solid hours.
And Sarah and Paul are on their way to Hawaii on Monday. I hope they have better luck with their flights than I have had.
I’ll post pictures as soon as I can get home and rested and the photos downloaded.
Here I am at SFO. Again. What should have been a 40 minute layover has turned into a 5 hour layover with merely a possibility of getting on the red-eye at 10:30. Flying standby. And if I don’t get on the standby flight . . . they tell me my next shot at JFK isn’t for 24 hours. Yeah. So let’s hope that doesn’t happen. And if I don’t get on standby, well, there’s got to be another way home.
I’ve been looking forward for a long time to my trip to Utah for my sister’s wedding. Micah is home with the boys, so it was just me, a book of essays, and some crossword puzzles on the flight.
It seemed like a great idea right up until the day before the flight. And then I started wishing that Micah would be there, and feeling bad that I was leaving him with the boys when I had done very little to prepare for me to be gone. (I know Micah can cook as well as I can and always has a great time with the boys when I’m gone, but I think I wanted to make myself feel more needed than I actually am.)
Once I got on the plane I was pretty glad I was all alone. And it would have been awesome if there hadn’t been a stiff headwind that caused me to be late and miss my connection. I landed in San Francisco last night hoping to hop straight on a flight to Utah, but found instead that I’d already been rebooked for a flight that didn’t leave for 12 hours. I asked if they could put me up in a hotel room, but since it was the weather’s fault I missed my flight, I was out of luck. I slept at an empty gate instead for a few hours and then wandered the concourse before deciding it was probably a good idea to try to get on the earlier flight. Miracle of miracles, I was the last standby flier to get a seat on the earlier flight.
It was probably best that I was flying alone. I don’t think the boys would have enjoyed sleeping at gate, and I don’t think we would have loved having to shell out a bunch of money for a hotel room. But I sure did wish I’d had someone to talk to, or to back me up when I had no idea what I was doing at the customer service desk. I’m never one to make a fuss about things — I figure I can handle just about anything — but it’s sometimes a lot easier to be an adult when I have someone to be an adult for. Or with.
Hi everyone. I need your help.
I am designing a deck of cards and have come up with a couple of different styles for the face cards. I still have a lot of work to do, but I really need to lock down the look. So, I am asking for your opinions. Which of these three do you like better, and why? (click on them to get a better view)
For anyone interested in the past and future development of this game, check out the Designer Co-op. There is also a bunch of other really great work from some of my friends and other creative folk. Thanks a bunch.
S: Oliver, Is Mom a child of God?
S: No, Mom is a grown up!
How Oliver says, “Ta-da!” whenever something comes out from hiding. Especially his head as it makes its way through his shirt.
And how he sometimes goes around turning off all the lights as we’re getting ready for church so we can sing Happy Birthday.
Oh, and especially how, when we were playing a game and he was drawing cards, after every draw he’d say, “I got it . . . for my birth-day!”
That child slays me.
And I love how Simon, so matter-of-factly, states that he can imagine that Ratatouille was in The Incredibles and that Collette stepped on a bomb, but that it was already exploded.
(Less funny is how, when he is frustrated or upset, he says, “Explosion! Explosion! Explosion!” and bounces jerkily into my face.)
I love how he is starting to break from the TRIO block instruction book and make things up on his own.
And I super-duper love how he is still singing Christmas songs. Like, “Frosting the Snowman!” and “Last Christmas, I gave you my heart . . . .” and many other ones, some of which get mashed up, some of which get some surprising new lyrics, and some of which are just done sweetly and perfectly.
He gets more amusing every day. (On the other hand, I’m less amused by this funny face he started making a couple of months ago. He seems to be completely oblivious to when he is doing it, no matter how many times Micah and I point it out to him. Maybe we should start telling him his face will stick like that forever?)
Micah got laid off right before Christmas. Now, before you feel sad or upset for us, let me just tell you that we’re actually kind of excited about it. We’re using it as an opportunity to take the risks that we’ve been really afraid of taking and we’re hopeful and optimistic that this will prove to be one of the greatest things that ever happened to us. Or close. We’ve decided that instead of looking for a full-time job right away, Micah is going to freelance, mostly from home, and also continue to develop the personal projects that he’s been accumulating for years now with the hope of getting some of them on the market. So that is where we’re at. But that is not why I’m here writing to you this evening. I’m here because I wanted to tell you about the lasagna. Or should I say The Lasagna?
You see, there is a man in our ward who recently moved to New York to take a job after being unemployed for a while. When he heard the news of Micah’s layoff, it hit him pretty hard. He really felt for us. And he wanted to do something to help. Now, this man is a man who knows his way around the kitchen, and he does not do things half-way. His way of helping us out, cheering our souls, and giving us the strength to carry on, was to give us a big pan of lasagna. Big. Pan. of. Lasagna. He brought it to us at church and after we hauled it home, taking turns because it was so heavy, we decided we’d both probably be sore the next day. We weighed it just to see exactly how much pasta and meat and cheese and sauce we were talking about and it came in at 14 pounds. That’s almost like our two little boys, as newborns, in a pyrex casserole. (Of course the weight included the pyrex as well . . . .)
So cheer our souls he definitely did. And it looks like he might be feeding us until Micah gets his next paycheck, as well. For which we are so very grateful.