We have enough interest that the Peep Show will go on! It will be smaller than previous years, but that is okay.
Just a reminder that Peep Show entries are due this Sunday by midnight! Send your photos to me or Micah in an e-mail.
Also, if you are planning to enter, can you either leave a comment or send me an e-mail? We haven’t had any entries so far, no comments or e-mails regarding it, and I’m wondering if anybody is actually planning to participate. So if you are, let me know. Please.
Thanks and have a good night.
Just some snippets of what we’ve been up to the last week or two: Getting way too much joy from a pair of glasses, riding bikes, playing at parks, running in the beautiful spring fog, building trio-block Wall-E’s, napping with stuffed mushrooms . . . you know, the usual. Oh, and giving Mom and Dad a break for a minute by asking a book rather than asking them.
For those of you who are wondering about how things are going with us these days, they are going well. Micah has been doing some freelance work and has been developing some other opportunities that look promising. We are taking some risks that we are comfortable taking with the hope that they will lead us to where we always planned on going. A lot of things are lining up and we are feeling slightly more secure in our finances and in our decision to pursue “nontraditional” work arrangements.
I’m not going to share any of the details yet because while things are lining up, they are not totally set and while we are more comfortable and secure we are not confident that things will go the way they hope they will. But this week has brought an end to some of the waiting that was driving me nuts and we are happy to be able to move forward on some of the projects and things that were on hold.
And in the next few weeks as things continue to move forward, maybe I’ll be able to share some more of the details of what we are up to.
Okay, so I’m a week late on this one. Oops. But Pi(e) Day is an important family tradition, and it must get it’s share of blog space.
And you know it’s an important family tradition because, for days before the event, your child takes a minute or two every morning to bemoan the fact that it isn’t Pie Day yet, and he really really really really wishes it were Pie Day and how much longer does he have to wait?
Well, as of right now, 358 days. Approximately.
This year I made two pies: a chocolate coconut cream pie which I’ve made before and I will likely make again when the Park Slope Ward Chili and Pie Cook-off rolls around again in October. And an orange-lime tart, which was a first (recipe from the Jacques Pepin cookbook I got for Christmas), but will also likely be repeated, and possibly adapted in preparation for the cook-off as well.
In addition to that we had a bunch of friends over who donated oatmeal cream pies, strawberry pie, apple pie, super-duper chocolate brownies, and a couple of pints of ice cream to the cause. There may have been more, but after the 3rd slice of pie I entered a sugar coma and I can’t remember anything after that. (I kid.)
The boy who bemoaned the slowness of Pi(e) Day in finally arriving took the liberty of consuming a year’s worth of sugary goodness while his parents socialized. And the little brother got to stay up way past his bedtime and ended up in a pile of tears on the floor, begging for the chance to go home with another family. (After Micah teased him by telling him he could go and to hurry and get his shoes on. It was a ruse to get their daughter to go home with them, but it kind of backfired. Kind of.)
So, all in all, I think I’d count it a rousing success.
I’m not going to lie: this week has been kind of rough for me. We’ve been doing pretty well with our “unemployment/freelancing” situation, but right now there are a lot of things that we are just waiting for. Waiting to hear back about some potentially good opportunities, waiting to find out what schools Simon has to choose from, waiting to know which neighborhoods we should be looking at for our next move, etc. We are trying to be as anxiously engaged as we can be, but we also have a lot of serious decisions that are currently out of our hands. And then this weekend we got some frustrating news which kind of put me over the edge. Just a little. I’ve been working really hard to be patient and to maintain perspective, but for a little while this weekend, I let myself be sad and frustrated about things.
At church today I decided to try to put it behind me. I tried to be “friendlier” than I usually am, to talk to more people, to sit by someone I didn’t know very well. And in the end, I think it was worth it. Not just because I was able to get out of myself but because I was more open to there being something specifically for me in the meetings, which doesn’t happen often.
We were already late getting out of Relief Society, and the music director said that if anybody needed to leave to get their kids, they should feel free. But for those who could stay, we were going to sing three verses of “How Firm a Foundation” and we should all listen carefully to what we were singing because it was really important. If she hadn’t been so insistent that this was important, I probably would’ve missed it because I’m just that kind of person,, but with that kind of introduction, how could I have missed it?:
(we only sang verses 1, 3, and 4, but I’m posting them all here anyway)
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word!
What more can He say than to you He hath said
Who unto the Savior for refuge have fled?
In every condition, — in sickness, in health,
In poverty’s vale, or abounding in wealth,
At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea, —
The Lord, the Almighty, they strength e’er shall be.
Fear not, I am with thee, oh, be not dismayed,
For I am thy God and will still give thee aid;
I’ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand.
When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow;
For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.
When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply.
The flames shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine.
E’en down to old age all My people shall prove
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be borne.
The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose
I will not, I will not, desert to his foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never, no never, no never, forsake!
I finally got Oliver to stop sticking out his tongue long enough to sing/say the abcs. He only missed 3 letters, which is pretty good in my book.
Easter is a mere month away. I assume the stores are piling bags of pastel colored eggs almost to the ceiling, but I haven’t been to a store like that in a while, so I wouldn’t know. I also assume there are lots and lots of peeps on the shelves. And if there are, and if you’ve known us for a while, you know what to do: buy them and put them in a diorama. Take a picture and send it to us.
Entries are due April 1 by midnight. We’ll post them on the 2nd, voting will end on the 7th at midnight, and winners will be announced on Easter.
Sound good? Can’t wait to see what all ya’ll come up with this year.
All-O-ver, Ol-i-vore . . . we’re learning that Oliver’s name has some fun mispronunciations.
Also, ask him what is name is and this is what you’ll hear: “My name is Oli . . . Oli . . . Oliv . . . Oli . . . I don’t know.”
Some reasons I love modern technology: blogging, e-mailing, texting, showing my 2-year-old a video of Mahna Mahna while we are standing in front of a case in which the puppets who are singing the song are housed.
We waited until nearly the last day of the Jim Henson exhibit to go to the Museum of the Moving Image to see it, naturally, and then wished we’d gone sooner so we could go back for more later. In all honesty, the boys were pretty clueless about the puppets on display, but Micah, Abby and I enjoyed seeing them and bunches of sketches and plans and ideas and evolutions of characters (including Cookie Monster with scary teeth).
Instead, Simon went from one video display to another and laughed raucously at nearly every one. The best was the last one, which was also the longest. There are few things more delightful than seeing your child filled with such unrestrained joy as Simon was when the little anthropomorphized laundry hose kicked the big anthropomorphized laundry hose and it exploded. We’ve laughed about that moment at least half a dozen times since we left the museum.
Aside from the Henson exhibit, there were many other worthwhile things going on at the museum. Sound booths where you can record voice-overs to popular movies, green screens you can dance in front of, the most amazing claymation spinning thing. And a stop-motion animation station. We spent some time there and pretty much fell in love with it. Here is one of the 2 second clips we managed to come up with (the others are better, but I can’t get them to upload–sorry!):