This makes all the shivering worth it! We got bundles of snow, and this morning called for sledding (after pancakes, of course)! Matty and Abby bought a sled yesterday in preparation for today's fun. And What Fun! Check out the flickr photos--they say it all!
December 20, 2009
December 16, 2009
First Snow!
We had our first snow! The kiddos had so much fun making snow balls and feeling the snow fall on their faces. Noah wasn't sure if he wanted to go outside in the white stuff--it seemed scary--but as soon as he saw Abby out there giggling, he went for it and had a blast.
This pic is taken from the back yard, looking at the back deck. Straight ahead is the breakfast room and kitchen; to the right, that big window is the side of our family room. The little house in the picture is a garden shed right now, but we are thinking of converting it to a playhouse for the kids. Apparently our backyard will be blooming with bulbs and wildflowers in the spring, according to our neighbor who was friends with the previous owner. We're excited to see what pops up!
This pic is taken from the back yard, looking at the back deck. Straight ahead is the breakfast room and kitchen; to the right, that big window is the side of our family room. The little house in the picture is a garden shed right now, but we are thinking of converting it to a playhouse for the kids. Apparently our backyard will be blooming with bulbs and wildflowers in the spring, according to our neighbor who was friends with the previous owner. We're excited to see what pops up!
home sweet home
So we have made the big move and we're settling in well to our new home. We LOVE it! The picture you see here is taken of Noah standing in the window of our living room. It has a lovely picture window looking out at our front lawn, which has a big tree in it. The color of the wood is about the same color as our floors, which REALLY need rugs on them so we don't freeze! See those trash cans by the street? We own those and the trash guys come pick up our trash twice a week and everything! It is very cool to not have to haul every bag to a dumpster half a block away. :) Keep an eye out for more pics on the flickr stream--I am going to post them soon.
We're starting to feel at home here. There is a great rhythm to this place, especially since we opted not to get cable! We hang out in almost every room, and when we watch a show in the family room, it feels special and cozy.
The commute is easier for Matthew now that we are closer to work, and after the holiday break, Abby will start going to school right down the street. So, all is well here. We'll be staying here for Christmas, which should be fun. Maybe I can talk Matty into firing up our fireplace! We haven't tried that yet. More to come...
We're starting to feel at home here. There is a great rhythm to this place, especially since we opted not to get cable! We hang out in almost every room, and when we watch a show in the family room, it feels special and cozy.
The commute is easier for Matthew now that we are closer to work, and after the holiday break, Abby will start going to school right down the street. So, all is well here. We'll be staying here for Christmas, which should be fun. Maybe I can talk Matty into firing up our fireplace! We haven't tried that yet. More to come...
Figaro
We welcomed Figaro home last night--yes, Abby finally finally finally has a pet! This morning when we went to check on them, Figs was in Abby's bed, snuggled and warm. Abby says he has puppy eyes, "like a little beggar" she declared last night.
Figgie Pudding is about 10 weeks old, we think. He is very good natured, playful, and friendly--even with Noah who clobbers him with love and with toys. I am thankful that we got this sweet little guy and that he seems already to fit in with our family quite nicely. Most of all, I am happy to see Abby taking such delight in her pet. And, while he is a family pet, he really is hers. This is Abby's first chance to learn about responsibility, tending to another little creature, etc. in a way that she can really own. She's so ready, and she is in love with this rascal already.
We all love that he looks as though he has no idea what color he is meant to be--like maybe he was brown, then decided to be white, then he dipped his nose in some chocolate. He's a mut, and he's so sweet. Welcome home, Figaro--you are one lucky little dude.
Figgie Pudding is about 10 weeks old, we think. He is very good natured, playful, and friendly--even with Noah who clobbers him with love and with toys. I am thankful that we got this sweet little guy and that he seems already to fit in with our family quite nicely. Most of all, I am happy to see Abby taking such delight in her pet. And, while he is a family pet, he really is hers. This is Abby's first chance to learn about responsibility, tending to another little creature, etc. in a way that she can really own. She's so ready, and she is in love with this rascal already.
We all love that he looks as though he has no idea what color he is meant to be--like maybe he was brown, then decided to be white, then he dipped his nose in some chocolate. He's a mut, and he's so sweet. Welcome home, Figaro--you are one lucky little dude.
November 14, 2009
packing and laughing
We are packing our stuff up to move again. This time will be easier since we never fully unpacked from Davis. But we move on the 21st! That's about all here, but I thought I would share some of the things the kids have said lately:
Abby is not a fan of Halloween. She is so scared of the costume masks and makeup and she didn't want to go to school on Halloween Friday. I tried to coax her. It didn't work. She went to school only because we came up with a sweet princess outfit for her--a fancy skirt I had nearly finished for her in Davis, and a really lovely crown from Michaels (which was slightly damaged so i got it for 4 bucks! and fixed it in about 30 seconds). Anyway, here was a little of our conversation:
G: Abby, you really might want to go to school; you are having a class party!
A: I would rather stay home and feel cozy and hang out with you than be terrified AND have a belly ache from the sugar.
Noah has been saying all kinds of funny stuff...
*When his hand wouldn't go through his sleeve: "What's up with that?"
*When he saw daddy sitting on the floor, he ran up to him and said: "Daddy. Best. Friend." (I thought Matthew was going to cry). Matty replied: "That is the sweetest thing I've ever heard!"
Tonight he busted this out: "Get me a beer."
While eating a cupcake: "Best cupcake ever seen!"
Oh, and Matthew made me laugh while we were browsing in a bookstore and passed the Shakespeare section. I commented that I actually like Troilus and Cressida, and he said: "Oh, is that a new release?"
And when I commented to Noah (after he ate a treat with blue frosting), "Noah, you have the bluest mouth!" Matthew followed with: "Didn't Tony Morrison write about that?"
Alright, so those last two were literary and made me crack up, but if you don't get why they are funny, no worries. They were just little ways of Matty reminding me that he cares about stuff I like. Sort of like when I use econ-speak to communicate with him.
Abby is not a fan of Halloween. She is so scared of the costume masks and makeup and she didn't want to go to school on Halloween Friday. I tried to coax her. It didn't work. She went to school only because we came up with a sweet princess outfit for her--a fancy skirt I had nearly finished for her in Davis, and a really lovely crown from Michaels (which was slightly damaged so i got it for 4 bucks! and fixed it in about 30 seconds). Anyway, here was a little of our conversation:
G: Abby, you really might want to go to school; you are having a class party!
A: I would rather stay home and feel cozy and hang out with you than be terrified AND have a belly ache from the sugar.
Noah has been saying all kinds of funny stuff...
*When his hand wouldn't go through his sleeve: "What's up with that?"
*When he saw daddy sitting on the floor, he ran up to him and said: "Daddy. Best. Friend." (I thought Matthew was going to cry). Matty replied: "That is the sweetest thing I've ever heard!"
Tonight he busted this out: "Get me a beer."
While eating a cupcake: "Best cupcake ever seen!"
Oh, and Matthew made me laugh while we were browsing in a bookstore and passed the Shakespeare section. I commented that I actually like Troilus and Cressida, and he said: "Oh, is that a new release?"
And when I commented to Noah (after he ate a treat with blue frosting), "Noah, you have the bluest mouth!" Matthew followed with: "Didn't Tony Morrison write about that?"
Alright, so those last two were literary and made me crack up, but if you don't get why they are funny, no worries. They were just little ways of Matty reminding me that he cares about stuff I like. Sort of like when I use econ-speak to communicate with him.
November 2, 2009
freaking out
This was going to be a cute family pic, taken by Matthew's Aunt Maria while she visited us last weekend. Problem: one HUGE SPIDER in this tree (my head is itching just thinking about it). I just about knocked poor Abby out of the tree as I tried to position myself to jump down without breaking an ankle or my teeth or something. It was not my finest moment as a mother, and Abby was mad at me but we've patched things up and I am NOT climbing in any trees without a thorough investigation for arachnids.
Shudder.
Oh yes, notice Matthew's face? Yeah. That's him LAUGHING as I nearly die of a heart attack.
Shudder.
Oh yes, notice Matthew's face? Yeah. That's him LAUGHING as I nearly die of a heart attack.
caught
Bean head threw this school bus in the potty. "Uh oh! Uh Oh! Cool bus in potty!" Notice the TP pulled down too. Thankfully he did not flush it. THat could have been expensive.
One of these days the potty will be enticing for the right reasons, but for now it is just a big novelty to Noah, who prefers to go potty in a diaper, thank you very much.
One of these days the potty will be enticing for the right reasons, but for now it is just a big novelty to Noah, who prefers to go potty in a diaper, thank you very much.
more news
I don't have a picture of it on my computer at the moment, so you'll have to look at the four of us and just imagine us in OUR NEW HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm a little excited about this: we have bought a home in Princeton. We close November 18th and move in between then and Nov 22nd...JUST in time for the Maynors to arrive for Thanksgiving! Guys, it may be like camping, but that's nothing new to us, right?
This house story actually HAS a story, and it is a God thing. We never expected to find a home as quickly as we did--I mean one we could afford. There are PLENTY of gorgeous homes in Princeton, but they have way too many zeros attached to their price tags. But we thought it wise to just look and get a sense of the neighborhoods, the town, traffic patterns, and the types of homes available here. We went out one Saturday (my friend, Karen, whom I knew from seminary and who lives here!!) watched the kids while we toured 6 homes with our real estate agent (and Matthew's boss' wife). Lots of the places were disappointing for different reasons, but mostly because I started to realize that we wouldn't be able to buy anything cute. The last place we saw was an add-on to our trip, and was just so that we could see what was available in the 50K ABOVE our max price range. Matthew kept checking the price b/c he thought the place should be even more expensive than it was, but we found out that they had dropped their price by 100K just weeks before. That didn't help our spirits much--that just meant they had gone as low as they could go.
Anyway, we walked up to this monochromatic 3/2 ranch home with a lovely front bay window. The minute we stepped in the front door, Matthew and I were both giddy. It was SO SO lovely! I have not felt that much like a wide-eyed kid in ages. It felt like we couldn't see the home fast enough! The hard wood floors, the light streaming in through big windows all around us. The perfectly cozy layout of 3 bedrooms nestled on one side of the house and away from the main living/dining room/family room. Then the back deck and amazing backyard with trees reaching up to the sky like a cathedral's walls. It was all just wonderful. And I kept thinking, I could see us here. This is US! It feels like home to me. Excitement gave way as we remembered that this house was not in our budget. So we left thinking that it sure would be amazing if there were some way for the sellers to--for some strange reason--really want US to have it.
Next morning at church. After a great service, we are hanging out and the kids are having bagels. I decide to go get a bagel too. When I looked up, I saw this lady who seemed so kind and welcoming, so I said "hello, I'm Genna. We just moved to Princeton," We chatted for about 30 seconds before she asked where we live; I told her; then I did something out of character (b/c I'm kind of introverted and had no reason to do this): I told her about the house we saw. And I said: "It's on ... street, but you probably haven't heard of it." But she had. In fact, one of her best friends lives on that street. But not just ON that street, right across the street from the house we wanted! So she gave me her friend's number and we parted ways.
I called that number, and told "Donna" that we had looked at the house across the street and she was giddy! She has a daughter my age with a grandson Noah's age and thought we'd be the best neighbors, AND the lady selling the house just happens to be a dear friend!! She said: "I've got to call Janet and tell her she must sell to the Pearsons!"
Monday afternoon, we're playing at a sandbox in this park and my cell phone rings. It is the owner of the house! She invites us to have lunch there the following Sunday after church. By this time, we are trying so hard to swallow our excitement, knowing the house is still out of our league, money wise. But this kind of thing doesn't happen very often: the seller calls US and invites us for lunch?? Fast forward to Sunday: we had a great lunch and Abby and Noah were angels. Even giving hugs, unprompted, to the seller (who is 83) and her daughter (in her 50s). We left and prayed.
We decided that we would make the best offer we could. and I mean our best good-faith offer, which we could not top. And this offer was a full 50K less than their current asking price (which was 100K less than their original). We just prayed that if it was meant to be, they would say yes. If not, then no.
Even after turning down another, higher offer, they accepted our offer as is because they thought we were meant to be there. The daughter said "I believe in God and I believe God wants your family to live in this home. Enjoy it. Love those kiddos in this house, and maybe someday you will get to do something generous for someone else."
We are still stunned. We can't believe we will get to own a home. Oh, and then we get an email from our real estate lawyer guy that tells us the seller forgot she had a second lot behind the home (this big forested area). She's including that in the sale price of the home. So not only do we have a great house, but we have a forest too. The kids are going to LOVE IT! Matthew is planning to put up a zip line and they might make a tree house too. It feels too good to be true, but it is happening, and we are so grateful. You have no idea how excited Matthew is and how much time he spends dreaming about the home projects he gets to do. This is seriously his kind of thing!! We couldn't imagine a blessing like this one. Thank you Jesus! (Inside I feel like a big, beautiful african american woman, tears streaming down my face, while I hug Oprah for giving me a house, except it's Jesus I'm hugging, and I'm a small white person, but you get the feeling, right?). :)
I'm a little excited about this: we have bought a home in Princeton. We close November 18th and move in between then and Nov 22nd...JUST in time for the Maynors to arrive for Thanksgiving! Guys, it may be like camping, but that's nothing new to us, right?
This house story actually HAS a story, and it is a God thing. We never expected to find a home as quickly as we did--I mean one we could afford. There are PLENTY of gorgeous homes in Princeton, but they have way too many zeros attached to their price tags. But we thought it wise to just look and get a sense of the neighborhoods, the town, traffic patterns, and the types of homes available here. We went out one Saturday (my friend, Karen, whom I knew from seminary and who lives here!!) watched the kids while we toured 6 homes with our real estate agent (and Matthew's boss' wife). Lots of the places were disappointing for different reasons, but mostly because I started to realize that we wouldn't be able to buy anything cute. The last place we saw was an add-on to our trip, and was just so that we could see what was available in the 50K ABOVE our max price range. Matthew kept checking the price b/c he thought the place should be even more expensive than it was, but we found out that they had dropped their price by 100K just weeks before. That didn't help our spirits much--that just meant they had gone as low as they could go.
Anyway, we walked up to this monochromatic 3/2 ranch home with a lovely front bay window. The minute we stepped in the front door, Matthew and I were both giddy. It was SO SO lovely! I have not felt that much like a wide-eyed kid in ages. It felt like we couldn't see the home fast enough! The hard wood floors, the light streaming in through big windows all around us. The perfectly cozy layout of 3 bedrooms nestled on one side of the house and away from the main living/dining room/family room. Then the back deck and amazing backyard with trees reaching up to the sky like a cathedral's walls. It was all just wonderful. And I kept thinking, I could see us here. This is US! It feels like home to me. Excitement gave way as we remembered that this house was not in our budget. So we left thinking that it sure would be amazing if there were some way for the sellers to--for some strange reason--really want US to have it.
Next morning at church. After a great service, we are hanging out and the kids are having bagels. I decide to go get a bagel too. When I looked up, I saw this lady who seemed so kind and welcoming, so I said "hello, I'm Genna. We just moved to Princeton," We chatted for about 30 seconds before she asked where we live; I told her; then I did something out of character (b/c I'm kind of introverted and had no reason to do this): I told her about the house we saw. And I said: "It's on ... street, but you probably haven't heard of it." But she had. In fact, one of her best friends lives on that street. But not just ON that street, right across the street from the house we wanted! So she gave me her friend's number and we parted ways.
I called that number, and told "Donna" that we had looked at the house across the street and she was giddy! She has a daughter my age with a grandson Noah's age and thought we'd be the best neighbors, AND the lady selling the house just happens to be a dear friend!! She said: "I've got to call Janet and tell her she must sell to the Pearsons!"
Monday afternoon, we're playing at a sandbox in this park and my cell phone rings. It is the owner of the house! She invites us to have lunch there the following Sunday after church. By this time, we are trying so hard to swallow our excitement, knowing the house is still out of our league, money wise. But this kind of thing doesn't happen very often: the seller calls US and invites us for lunch?? Fast forward to Sunday: we had a great lunch and Abby and Noah were angels. Even giving hugs, unprompted, to the seller (who is 83) and her daughter (in her 50s). We left and prayed.
We decided that we would make the best offer we could. and I mean our best good-faith offer, which we could not top. And this offer was a full 50K less than their current asking price (which was 100K less than their original). We just prayed that if it was meant to be, they would say yes. If not, then no.
Even after turning down another, higher offer, they accepted our offer as is because they thought we were meant to be there. The daughter said "I believe in God and I believe God wants your family to live in this home. Enjoy it. Love those kiddos in this house, and maybe someday you will get to do something generous for someone else."
We are still stunned. We can't believe we will get to own a home. Oh, and then we get an email from our real estate lawyer guy that tells us the seller forgot she had a second lot behind the home (this big forested area). She's including that in the sale price of the home. So not only do we have a great house, but we have a forest too. The kids are going to LOVE IT! Matthew is planning to put up a zip line and they might make a tree house too. It feels too good to be true, but it is happening, and we are so grateful. You have no idea how excited Matthew is and how much time he spends dreaming about the home projects he gets to do. This is seriously his kind of thing!! We couldn't imagine a blessing like this one. Thank you Jesus! (Inside I feel like a big, beautiful african american woman, tears streaming down my face, while I hug Oprah for giving me a house, except it's Jesus I'm hugging, and I'm a small white person, but you get the feeling, right?). :)
Long overdue
Life has been so busy here that blogging has been on the burner behind the back burner. But that isn't because we do not have news to share. We do. I'm feeling very overwhelmed with how to catch up, and this is supposed to be fun, so I'm going to just give bullet points and hope y'all will forgive me.
September: The best part of September was that we had friends visit us! Besides Melanie's visit, which I've told you about, Bron and Teg came for a week's visit. They were here for my 32nd b-day, which was a treat and made it so much more festive. Bron and I stole away to see a "Fame" (an admittedly young choice, but we are avid So You Think You Can Dance fans and had standing weekly dates together to watch that show). We laughed hard and we both cried some at points in the week. I miss hearing her laugh, and I miss being able to ask her for eggs (sugar, flour, rice, coffee beans, milk, TP, diapers, wipes, chap stick, and a shoulder to cry on). There is something to be said for being neighbors and friends.
September: The best part of September was that we had friends visit us! Besides Melanie's visit, which I've told you about, Bron and Teg came for a week's visit. They were here for my 32nd b-day, which was a treat and made it so much more festive. Bron and I stole away to see a "Fame" (an admittedly young choice, but we are avid So You Think You Can Dance fans and had standing weekly dates together to watch that show). We laughed hard and we both cried some at points in the week. I miss hearing her laugh, and I miss being able to ask her for eggs (sugar, flour, rice, coffee beans, milk, TP, diapers, wipes, chap stick, and a shoulder to cry on). There is something to be said for being neighbors and friends.
October 15, 2009
real weather?
When you live in Southern California for most of your life, and then in Davis for 6 years, you get used to weather forecasters making a BIG (and I mean BIG) deal out of little changes in the weather. I mean, Davisites, who hasn't watched with amusement as the local weather guy talks about an approaching sprinkle as if his first child is about to be born? By October, all of us are parched and are excited for any precipitation--for the rest of y'all, Davis can go 5+ months without a single drop of rain during the summer. Now, there are occasions on which the "mother of all storms" really does hit--this week is a good example for Northern Cali, so I hear. But I am very used to weather being overstated so much that I discount the predictions, which are sensational but rarely worthy of the adjectives lobbed around as I drink my coffee and dress my kids.
I have a problem. Now that we are living in the Northeast, I'm feeling underprepared by the friendly faces on the tube. The weather forecasters say it will be a lovely day, and it is a bone-chilling high of 57 degrees F. And they KNEW that was going to be the high! So now I am concerned: yesterday and today the buzz has been all about an approaching "Nor'easter." This morning Abby asked what that meant and Matthew said, "It means it's neither Christmas, nor Easter." Then he explained that it is a weather pattern that promises to bring "cold" air, and precipitation--this time in the form of rain. The high today is supposed to be 45degF. With 100% chance of rain, and probably heavy rain! Problem is, we have all been wearing our "last line of cold defense" clothes this week, and we've hardly dipped below 55. So, coats are on the way and we're about to start drinking hot cocoa! Now I know how the Davis weather casters feel: I am buzzing with excitement as I wait for the real weather to arrive. And this time, I think it will be more than a sprinkle.
I have a problem. Now that we are living in the Northeast, I'm feeling underprepared by the friendly faces on the tube. The weather forecasters say it will be a lovely day, and it is a bone-chilling high of 57 degrees F. And they KNEW that was going to be the high! So now I am concerned: yesterday and today the buzz has been all about an approaching "Nor'easter." This morning Abby asked what that meant and Matthew said, "It means it's neither Christmas, nor Easter." Then he explained that it is a weather pattern that promises to bring "cold" air, and precipitation--this time in the form of rain. The high today is supposed to be 45degF. With 100% chance of rain, and probably heavy rain! Problem is, we have all been wearing our "last line of cold defense" clothes this week, and we've hardly dipped below 55. So, coats are on the way and we're about to start drinking hot cocoa! Now I know how the Davis weather casters feel: I am buzzing with excitement as I wait for the real weather to arrive. And this time, I think it will be more than a sprinkle.
October 9, 2009
I'll post soon
Besides not being able to upload pictures to flickr, I am under the weather. I think we've got some form of the flu too. So, I have news, but not much energy at all. Check back in a while for details, but know that we are doing pretty well here...and we still have the cutest children I've ever seen.
September 26, 2009
September 7, 2009
branching out
The last two months have been pretty full of trying new things. For the first half of that time, Matthew was diligently working on his dissertation whenever he wasn't working. Last week he did it though: he finished the dissertation and got signatures. He is officially, totally DONE with his phd! I can hardly believe it! What an immense job, from start to finish. There aren't words to describe how proud I am of his accomplishment. We went on a date to celebrate, but this was an unusual date... Friday night we went to a great little restaurant and had gnocchi, scallops, and halibut. We spent several hours walking, talking, stopping for coffee at our favorite coffee shop in town. Hours, you say? Yes. HOURS. Matthew insisted on reading every dessert menu in town, it seemed. And we even sat down for dessert at one place (after a 20 minute wait) only to hop back up, and head to another location. Mysterious behavior for Matthew. It was raining lightly as we stood in the middle of Palmer's square and as Matthew shared his heart effusively. Again, mysterious behavior for Matthew. Finally, we drove home, a good hour past when I thought we would head home. As we walked up the path to our door, matthew stopped and said: "G, that looks strange. What's going on over there?" He ran to the small parking lot in front of our apartment and banged on the window of a slowly moving car! I thought someone might be unconscious or in danger or something--and then I thought Matthew was being crazy as a large man got out of that car! What in the world was going on?! "Look who's here!" Matthew yelled. Through the dark, drizzly air, I saw a dear, familiar face peek out from behind Matthew: Melanie Maynor was standing in front of me! All the way from St. Louis to surprise me for my birthday. Matthew and Melanie had known for weeks about this and had pulled of a real surprise. I had NO idea. And, strangely, I didn't think much of Matthew's nutty (and over the top romantic) behavior during the long celebration date. I just thought to myself that he must really want that perfect dessert and that no matter how many menus we have to read, his finishing his dissertation was reason enough for me to be patient. The weekend that followed was rich. Melanie and I talked, played, and finished our quilt backs--a project we have been working on for a LONG time now. It was the sweetest gift.
During the weeks without Matty around much (and, by the way, he also went to Chicago and to Boston for work during that time!! Super exciting!), the kiddos and I decided to check out our surroundings. We discovered Terhune Orchards, a little farm with animals, tractors, fruit stands (and pick-your-own), and flower fields! Both kids enjoyed throwing corn to the ducks and geese, as long as they didn't get too close. Noah squealed when he pet a small cat--he loved it!
Some new friends invited us to go berry and flower picking in another farm (the largest CSA farm in the US, apparently!). Our home is still filled with gorgeous cut flowers--cosmos, sunflowers, zinnias, and snapdragons--delightful!
And, finally, all four of us set out on an adventure on Saturday: we drove to the Staten Island Ferry, rode the ferry to Manhattan, and traipsed all over that huge city! But that needs it's own blog post...
During the weeks without Matty around much (and, by the way, he also went to Chicago and to Boston for work during that time!! Super exciting!), the kiddos and I decided to check out our surroundings. We discovered Terhune Orchards, a little farm with animals, tractors, fruit stands (and pick-your-own), and flower fields! Both kids enjoyed throwing corn to the ducks and geese, as long as they didn't get too close. Noah squealed when he pet a small cat--he loved it!
Some new friends invited us to go berry and flower picking in another farm (the largest CSA farm in the US, apparently!). Our home is still filled with gorgeous cut flowers--cosmos, sunflowers, zinnias, and snapdragons--delightful!
And, finally, all four of us set out on an adventure on Saturday: we drove to the Staten Island Ferry, rode the ferry to Manhattan, and traipsed all over that huge city! But that needs it's own blog post...
August 18, 2009
morning!
You should see the way Matthew lovingly dabs at the just melted chocolate chips so that they fill each tiny cup in Noah's waffle. Then he cuts the waffle for Noah into delightfully small bites. I find this truly adorable.
First guests!
We were delighted to have Kate and Mark from Davis as our first out of town guests! We met when Noah was an infant and Kate became his nanny so that I could pass my exams. Soon Kate and Mark became dear to all of us, especially Abby! Abby is SO fond of Kate, and Kate of Abby.
We had a great time in Princeton, walking all over town and campus, eating at our new favorite places. We hope they will visit again!
We had a great time in Princeton, walking all over town and campus, eating at our new favorite places. We hope they will visit again!
August 4, 2009
delicious food on delicious dishes
We've been experimenting with apples. This is a modified apple galette pastry (with blueberries and creme fraiche). It tastes as good as you imagine it does. Matthew makes the pastry dough (arguably the more difficult task) and I usually handle the compote. The first time we made this with a more American flavor combo, which included cinnamon; but the second time around, we opted for a French combo of lemon juice and vanilla beans. Both are tasty, but I think I might like the lemon and vanilla! The cinnamon tastes too fall/winter-ish at the moment.
I must say that eating such a delightful pastry is made all the more enjoyable by the jadite green Fire King dish it rests on. THANK YOU Emily for these. You will laugh when I post a picture of the table we just got at a re-sale shop for thirty bucks. Same era as the dishes. I have one word for you: formica.
I must say that eating such a delightful pastry is made all the more enjoyable by the jadite green Fire King dish it rests on. THANK YOU Emily for these. You will laugh when I post a picture of the table we just got at a re-sale shop for thirty bucks. Same era as the dishes. I have one word for you: formica.
settling in
We are feeling much more at home these days. Our routine is becoming routine in a comfortable, familiar way. Abby loves going to camp--a first for her. She swims, plays sports, and does arts and crafts every day before coming home and hanging out with Noah and me. Matthew has been riding his bike to work, which provides a bit of exercise and gives me great practice at trusting God with his life; the roads are narrow! This is NOT Davis. I miss the bike paths and the commutability of Davis a lot. No longer can I walk out my front door and to Starbucks, World Market, or Rite Aid. Nope. This is a car-dependent place, and I am not used to it. BUT it has some real perks too! The public library is fantastic! We've been going at least once a week, and not just because it is close to one of the yummiest ice cream shops... We get interesting weather-- rain storms you wouldn't believe! We have deer who visit in the large field behind our apartment; cute birds too. We're going to get some binoculars so that we can animal watch from the kitchen window (pictured above). Oh, and the shopping. Good night. I've never been much of a shopper, but this place can make a person WANT to be a shopper. A new friend of mine told me yesterday that "It sucks to be poor in Princeton." This may be true, BUT (and this is a big BUT), it ROCKS to be a thrift store shopper in Princeton! I didn't know clothes could be so soft and well made; I just never bothered to look at places where socks cost as much as a tank of gas. And who wears socks anyway, when you live in Davis and can wear flip flops all year round? Anyway, the trick is to go to the thrift stores and to enjoy feeling like a queen but paying pennies on the dollar for really lovely things.
I wouldn't say we feel at "home" quite yet, but we're starting to get there.
I wouldn't say we feel at "home" quite yet, but we're starting to get there.
July 23, 2009
A long journey
We are settled in enough for me to blog some pictures of our summer... I'm not very good at blogging multiple pictures at once, so I'll explain the pics now: We got to visit with my fam in San Diego. The pic "Mimi, Bean, and Me" is of my mom's mom with Noah and me. Next we went to St. Louis. We caught fire flies, stayed up late talking, went to the pool, cooked, ate crawfish pie and ahi salad and many other Melanie-made dishes. YUM. It was a great visit! Next it was off to Memphis for the 4th of July family reunion. I only caught a pic of the ladies, not the whole group, so this is half of us. While in Memphis we visited with the Cunninghams; the last family pic we have together is from four years and THREE new kids ago! We hadn't actually MET two of theirs, nor had they met Noah! Unbelievable. Our long road trip took us to Nashville, where we spent 2 days with our dear friends, the Haynes Family. Jeff and Lucy sent Matthew and I off for a night in Nashville! As part of Matthew's graduation gift, we had a lovely dinner (ALONE!) and stayed at a beautiful new hotel (ALONE!). This was the first time we'd been away from Noah for a night, and perhaps the second time away from kids in four or five years. It was a gift for sure. Lucy was a saint to take on a no-so-happy Noah, who was under the weather and grouchy. The visit went so quickly, I have no pictures to share--I think this is a sign of a good visit. Next, we traveled to Knoxville, where we stayed with the Miller fam (Drew, Em, Sadie Parker, and Ruby!). This was another first time for meeting new kiddos! Bean and Ruby hadn't met before. We had a gourmet meal prepared by Drew and Em. (Can we just hire you guys to make our lives beautiful? Drew is a landscape artist, Emily is an all around culinary, home, and textiles artist). Em gave me the most exciting house warming gift: a set of jadite green fire king dishes. GASP. They are so so wonderful Pics are sure to follow. Our night in K-ville was tumultuous, with the Pearson four playing musical beds, crib, and couch the whole night--a night that included much Noah-coughing (with croup) and a middle of the night headache/throwing up bout for Abby. We hit the road to DC via Charlottesville, VA, where M's cousin Meredith and her hubby Chuck hosted us for dinner and a break from the road. They are delightful folks, and I'm glad we finally got to meet! We made it into DC near midnight, after a wrong turn, which was fortuitous--it ended up providing a great driving tour of the major monuments at night. The Bridges family hosted us for two days. Most of you will recall that Scott Bridges married Matthew and me 9 years ago in San Diego. Their new church is in DC! Matty, Abby and I took a walking tour of the white house. No Obama sightings, but it is positively breathtaking to be IN the white house! Abby took it all in with wide eyes. And she had to, because there were NO cameras allowed. After a "big, bad , breakfast" feast with Scott, Julie, Em, and Jack, we took our last big drive. FINALLY, we were home. We've left stuff at almost every place we stayed: shoes, stuffed animals, blankets, clothes, crayons...It was all a ploy to get mail at our new address. We've been unpacking, working, baking, enjoying our own beds again, and (DRUMROLL, PLEASE) Matthew has been building and customizing! I leave you with pics of "Camp G"--this woman's dream room! Noah is asleep and Abby is at day camp, so I am going to go upstairs and MAKE SOMETHING. Miss y'all.
July 17, 2009
the fountain of freedom
That's the name of this fun fountain (which doubles as a favorite splashing spot for the kiddos) in Princeton. Abby and Noah LOVED it today. This picture is not mine--I found it on line, but I still can't find my camera cord, so no pics of or by the Pearsons for now.
We're trying to get to know the city, and the kids are enjoying the adventure. I'm battling feelings of loneliness and my own reluctance to be a go-getter with new people. I'm not an extrovert and with no home base to go home to after being out, I find it especially taxing to chat and smile and make the effort to engage others.
I've cried a lot this week. I'm sad and overwhelmed. M and I are talking it out and trying to encourage each other. He is being my cheerleader at the moment. I am so thankful to have him here.
We're trying to get to know the city, and the kids are enjoying the adventure. I'm battling feelings of loneliness and my own reluctance to be a go-getter with new people. I'm not an extrovert and with no home base to go home to after being out, I find it especially taxing to chat and smile and make the effort to engage others.
I've cried a lot this week. I'm sad and overwhelmed. M and I are talking it out and trying to encourage each other. He is being my cheerleader at the moment. I am so thankful to have him here.
July 16, 2009
we're home
I get to see the sun rise every day because we have a vaulted ceiling and a dormer window in our bedroom--oh, and a monkey-child who wakes up around 7 am and who is lovingly delivered to our bed by his sister (after which she finds a spot in our bed and falls back to sleep while the "grow-mups" get up with said monkey-child). Besides being on call for Noah, we are feeling like grown-ups for other reasons too:
We have a closet. This thing is a walk-in closet we could live in.
We have a washer and dryer! I did ten loads of laundry in the first two days here. One would think that I'd be over it already, but I am still so glad to be able to do laundry at the same time as other things around the house.
We have our own bathroom! I think having 2 bathrooms will be a must from now on. We're spoiled.
Our fridge is taller than me; our disposal works; and we're not living next door to undergraduates. I think we've arrived. All of this might seem odd to mention, but we've been married with kids for a long time and have both looked forward to being done with student life for so long, that these things are meaningful for us. They also make me realize that I've made the mistake at times of living for the next stage of life rather than loving the one we were in. A house doesn't define our home, it just has an impact on the way home life feels. So I am reminding myself that this is our real life; we are not living for the day we own a home again. That may come (or may not, considering Princeton's home prices), but I can't wish my kids' childhoods away waiting for the day the floor I'm standing on is "mine."
I've got lots of other thoughts on our new place in Princeton, but they are buried under boxes. The cord for my camera is lost and I can't post new pictures--and I often let the pictures do the talking when I am talked out, which I am now.
The very short story of our journey is this: We took a month to get to Princeton, visiting San Diego, Kansas City, St. Louis, Memphis, Nashville, Knoxville, and Washington DC along the way (by car). By the time we pulled up to our door, I thought the drive would never end, even though I loved seeing dear friends and family. Several times along the trip Matty and I wished we could just abandon the car and book a flight home, or sprout wings, if necessary. Abby was knocked out with dramamine, which cured her car sickness. Noah was often asleep, sometimes upset, but mostly a trooper. I'll share highlights when I can post pictures. In the meantime, keep checking in; we're pretty lonely.
Quotes:
A: (upon walking in to our apartment for the first time) "Mommy, you HAVE to see this!"
A: (driving into town) " I love our new town."
N: (after taking too big a bite) "BIG. Mouth. Chicken."
N: (a new favorite phrase) "Haha, nevermind."
We have a closet. This thing is a walk-in closet we could live in.
We have a washer and dryer! I did ten loads of laundry in the first two days here. One would think that I'd be over it already, but I am still so glad to be able to do laundry at the same time as other things around the house.
We have our own bathroom! I think having 2 bathrooms will be a must from now on. We're spoiled.
Our fridge is taller than me; our disposal works; and we're not living next door to undergraduates. I think we've arrived. All of this might seem odd to mention, but we've been married with kids for a long time and have both looked forward to being done with student life for so long, that these things are meaningful for us. They also make me realize that I've made the mistake at times of living for the next stage of life rather than loving the one we were in. A house doesn't define our home, it just has an impact on the way home life feels. So I am reminding myself that this is our real life; we are not living for the day we own a home again. That may come (or may not, considering Princeton's home prices), but I can't wish my kids' childhoods away waiting for the day the floor I'm standing on is "mine."
I've got lots of other thoughts on our new place in Princeton, but they are buried under boxes. The cord for my camera is lost and I can't post new pictures--and I often let the pictures do the talking when I am talked out, which I am now.
The very short story of our journey is this: We took a month to get to Princeton, visiting San Diego, Kansas City, St. Louis, Memphis, Nashville, Knoxville, and Washington DC along the way (by car). By the time we pulled up to our door, I thought the drive would never end, even though I loved seeing dear friends and family. Several times along the trip Matty and I wished we could just abandon the car and book a flight home, or sprout wings, if necessary. Abby was knocked out with dramamine, which cured her car sickness. Noah was often asleep, sometimes upset, but mostly a trooper. I'll share highlights when I can post pictures. In the meantime, keep checking in; we're pretty lonely.
Quotes:
A: (upon walking in to our apartment for the first time) "Mommy, you HAVE to see this!"
A: (driving into town) " I love our new town."
N: (after taking too big a bite) "BIG. Mouth. Chicken."
N: (a new favorite phrase) "Haha, nevermind."
June 25, 2009
making our way
The Pearsons Four are in St. Louis! Matthew and Peter unloaded our belongings in Princeton and flew back to St. Louis, where the kids and I met them (and Melanie and Grayson and Lillian) the following day. The Pearson-Maynor reunion has been a great one. Our (collective) four children are playing hard and the grown ups are making plans for our next reunion.
We're encouraged and we're enjoying our vacation. If I don't blog for a week or so, it is because we're busy making memories to share. Next stop (in about 5 days) is Memphis.
By the way, the picture posted here is from our last trip to the Lou in 2007. We took the kids to the St. Louis City Museum, which is the BEST (and most wild) kiddo museum I know of. This pic shows Matthew, Abby (then 5) and Lillian (4) traversing a steel mesh tunnel suspended MANY stories above the ground. Not your average museum activity, hey?
We're encouraged and we're enjoying our vacation. If I don't blog for a week or so, it is because we're busy making memories to share. Next stop (in about 5 days) is Memphis.
By the way, the picture posted here is from our last trip to the Lou in 2007. We took the kids to the St. Louis City Museum, which is the BEST (and most wild) kiddo museum I know of. This pic shows Matthew, Abby (then 5) and Lillian (4) traversing a steel mesh tunnel suspended MANY stories above the ground. Not your average museum activity, hey?
June 24, 2009
Southern California Fun
I'll let the pictures do the talking! Click on this pic to get to my flickr photos
June 17, 2009
Nine Years and counting
Today is our 9th wedding anniversary! I do wish I could spend it with Matthew, but he is busy driving everything we own across the country. Nine years SOUNDS like a long time to me. That's not a boast; it's a testimony to what having a firm foundation can do for two very fallible, broken people. We are not the same people we were nine years ago, and I can say with confidence that we love who we are becoming together. We also love each other more now than we did nine years ago. More than ever, I feel like I have a real partner in this life. We have lots to figure out about how to love, forgive, encourage, and challenge each other; but we've also figured a lot out along the way these past 9 years. I love that when things are strained between us, we can't go for long without having to sit on the couch and work it out--or at least identify it and begin the process of making it right. That gives me hope--not that things will always be happy and lovely (one needs no more than a few months of marriage to figure that out), but that no matter what we face or who is being selfish or mean or resentful or ridiculous, we have ways of getting at the roots not just the symptoms.
Nine years of an intact marriage does not happen in a bubble nor does it just happen. It is celebrated and fostered and mended over and over with the help of faithful friends who keep pointing us back to the grace we need and the grace we need to give. We're learning how to be FOR the other, when things are going swimmingly and when we're mad as hornets at each other.
I just got to talk to Matty, who crossed the state line into Missouri while on the phone! Boy, I miss him. I am so excited about our new life and adventure in Princeton! Happy Anniversary, baby! Love you!!!!
By the way, if you ask Noah where he is moving, he will grin and say: Jersey!
Nine years of an intact marriage does not happen in a bubble nor does it just happen. It is celebrated and fostered and mended over and over with the help of faithful friends who keep pointing us back to the grace we need and the grace we need to give. We're learning how to be FOR the other, when things are going swimmingly and when we're mad as hornets at each other.
I just got to talk to Matty, who crossed the state line into Missouri while on the phone! Boy, I miss him. I am so excited about our new life and adventure in Princeton! Happy Anniversary, baby! Love you!!!!
By the way, if you ask Noah where he is moving, he will grin and say: Jersey!
June 15, 2009
off we go
This is where our stories take a bit of a split path. The kiddos and I are in San Diego at my mom's house, while Matthew finishes up the dirty, heavy, yucky work of packing a moving truck and cleaning the apartment before driving cross country.
The kids and I arrived safely in SoCal and we've been playing with cousin Alec (and his fun toys) since. We have plans to go to Disneyland on Thursday, visit Mimi and Mia, hold puppies, clobber Aunt Andi, and go to the beach.
Matthew, on the other hand, has a far less vacation-like plan: yesterday he loaded the truck with help from Sean, Alison, Bron, Jeremy, Matt C., and Stan G. (there may have been others too?). Bron and Jeremy provided a delicious meal, a bed, and ibuprofen. Today Matthew is cleaning and planning to hit the road with my dad. I'll let y'all know of his progress as I get reports.
The kids and I arrived safely in SoCal and we've been playing with cousin Alec (and his fun toys) since. We have plans to go to Disneyland on Thursday, visit Mimi and Mia, hold puppies, clobber Aunt Andi, and go to the beach.
Matthew, on the other hand, has a far less vacation-like plan: yesterday he loaded the truck with help from Sean, Alison, Bron, Jeremy, Matt C., and Stan G. (there may have been others too?). Bron and Jeremy provided a delicious meal, a bed, and ibuprofen. Today Matthew is cleaning and planning to hit the road with my dad. I'll let y'all know of his progress as I get reports.
Dr. Matthew
It's official! Matthew graduated with his PhD on June 11th! Hearing his name called and seeing the degree of PhD conferred upon him was a life highlight for me, and I think for his Meemo too! hen we walked out of the pavilion to meet him, Matthew was standing at the top of a deep well of stairs. He looked like he was 100 feet tall, with his long blue gown, but the best part was his GIGANTIC grin and his white shades. I've never seen anyone look cooler. It was an awesome day!
We had a great BBQ party afterward with friends and family. This party would NOT have been possible without the efforts of Meemo, Bronwyn &Jeremy, and Kate& Mark. THANK YOU for your help!! I don't think I've seen Matthew as relaxed as he was after the ceremony, and he deserves to take a break! Boy this has been a busy season. More updates to come, but for now, three (thousand) cheers for Dr. Matthew Pearson! Hip hip Hooray!!!!!!!!!!!......
We had a great BBQ party afterward with friends and family. This party would NOT have been possible without the efforts of Meemo, Bronwyn &Jeremy, and Kate& Mark. THANK YOU for your help!! I don't think I've seen Matthew as relaxed as he was after the ceremony, and he deserves to take a break! Boy this has been a busy season. More updates to come, but for now, three (thousand) cheers for Dr. Matthew Pearson! Hip hip Hooray!!!!!!!!!!!......
June 8, 2009
the glad game (a rant and a resolution)
Any Pollyanna fans out there? Well, I do like that movie, and I'm thinking about the glad game: when you're unhappy, try to think of things that make you glad and be amazed at how it helps to cheer you up.
I need to play that game today. This morning Matty and I discovered that my (locked) bike-- along with the baby trailer connected to it and Noah's helmet to boot-- was stolen last night. I BOO HOOED BIG over this. These are my wheels! My way to get around with Bean head and to ride with Abby. I'm angry and hurt and SO frustrated at having this last week (so full of errands on campus and around town to be done) made much more challenging. I want to kick someone in the shin REALLY hard. And then kick the other one harder on Bean's behalf. He LOVES riding in the bike. What a huge bummer. Just yesterday Abby and I were talking about where we would ride in New Jersey. And really, what kind of jerk steals a bike clearly set up as a mommy bike and baby trailer and helmet?????????????? I don't get it!
Sigh. But I am still glad. I'm glad that my kiddos are safe and sound; that we're making good progress on packing; that Bronwyn is bringing me fresh cherries, picked by her own hands; that we're loved and will be missed by our friends in Davis; that this coming week brings family and friends together to celebrate big accomplishments. And I am VERY glad that Abby's bike was not stolen. Even though the combination of stolen bikes (Matthew's two months ago and mine last night) and other items (the baby trailer last night and several boxes of books last year) would add up to 6+ times the cost of her bike, I am glad she does not have to experience the feeling of violation so personally right now. I am GLAD GLAD GLAD for that!
OK. I am feeling a little better. It is just stuff after all, and it's not even that sentimental--just super practical and a symbol of what makes me feel most free and happy as a mom: bouncing around town with the kids and feeling the wind in our hair and hearing Bean giggle and say "weee. big!" when we go around big turns or down big hills. I am glad that the essential ingredients are still here for times like these--the kiddos are joyful, healthy and happy; the wind is still blowing, the sun still shining--There is SO much to be thankful for, and maybe the bike and the trailer will end up serving a purpose I can't anticipate. I hope, by some means, it ends up being used for good. Call me Pollyanna, if you like; I don't care anymore how foolish or naive I seem. I am happier if I can let these disappointments go. Acknowledge them, feel the anger (kick some inanimate objects around, cry, and talk it out with friends who can listen and not think I'm nuts for crying about a bike), then let it go and be glad and grateful to God for the countless blessings I have, which dwarf the inconveniences and injustices.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow.
Praise Him all creatures here below.
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host.
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost. Amen.
I need to play that game today. This morning Matty and I discovered that my (locked) bike-- along with the baby trailer connected to it and Noah's helmet to boot-- was stolen last night. I BOO HOOED BIG over this. These are my wheels! My way to get around with Bean head and to ride with Abby. I'm angry and hurt and SO frustrated at having this last week (so full of errands on campus and around town to be done) made much more challenging. I want to kick someone in the shin REALLY hard. And then kick the other one harder on Bean's behalf. He LOVES riding in the bike. What a huge bummer. Just yesterday Abby and I were talking about where we would ride in New Jersey. And really, what kind of jerk steals a bike clearly set up as a mommy bike and baby trailer and helmet?????????????? I don't get it!
Sigh. But I am still glad. I'm glad that my kiddos are safe and sound; that we're making good progress on packing; that Bronwyn is bringing me fresh cherries, picked by her own hands; that we're loved and will be missed by our friends in Davis; that this coming week brings family and friends together to celebrate big accomplishments. And I am VERY glad that Abby's bike was not stolen. Even though the combination of stolen bikes (Matthew's two months ago and mine last night) and other items (the baby trailer last night and several boxes of books last year) would add up to 6+ times the cost of her bike, I am glad she does not have to experience the feeling of violation so personally right now. I am GLAD GLAD GLAD for that!
OK. I am feeling a little better. It is just stuff after all, and it's not even that sentimental--just super practical and a symbol of what makes me feel most free and happy as a mom: bouncing around town with the kids and feeling the wind in our hair and hearing Bean giggle and say "weee. big!" when we go around big turns or down big hills. I am glad that the essential ingredients are still here for times like these--the kiddos are joyful, healthy and happy; the wind is still blowing, the sun still shining--There is SO much to be thankful for, and maybe the bike and the trailer will end up serving a purpose I can't anticipate. I hope, by some means, it ends up being used for good. Call me Pollyanna, if you like; I don't care anymore how foolish or naive I seem. I am happier if I can let these disappointments go. Acknowledge them, feel the anger (kick some inanimate objects around, cry, and talk it out with friends who can listen and not think I'm nuts for crying about a bike), then let it go and be glad and grateful to God for the countless blessings I have, which dwarf the inconveniences and injustices.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow.
Praise Him all creatures here below.
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host.
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost. Amen.
May 24, 2009
We're THAT family
We were up before 7 am this morning, not really by choice but because Noah was up. So we decided to try out a new diner in town before we leave Davis. It was an experience. The food was fine; WE were in fine form. It has happened. We are officially that family--you know the one with the loud kid who makes a colossal mess? The family you half stare at, half pray for (and half roll your eyes at while muttering under your breath: "They should teach their kid how to behave or just stay home."). Minutes after we sat down (in the back of the restaurant's 2nd room--the one they reserve for overflow and families with small children), we asked for them to adjust the temperature because we were freezing. Then Noah began his dog and pony show. The floor was soon covered with crayons and tiny bits of paper pulled from the plastic straws. Then the straws followed, bent and now contaminated by the floor. Next came the jelly. We were trying to preserve the half and half for our coffee, so Noah got to open and eat some smuckers jelly, which ended up on his lap before we could change our minds. We didn't really think he would be able to open the little container, but we were wrong. Breakfast arrived and the jelly was joined by apple sauce, milk, syrup, and sausage. Noah was happy as a clam, making pig faces at us, laughing at himself, talking in another language about the bear decor and the fine weather we were having. I wouldn't have cared that he was making such a mess except that TWICE he pulled the plastic bendy straw out of his milk cup and flung milk all over me. The first time was a shock, the second time less funny. On top of all this, his nose was running, he had kicked off a shoe, he was practicing eating with a knife, he was desperate to stir my coffee for me, and he was DONE sitting in this high chair. This whole time, Abby was contentedly doing a word puzzle and coloring the kid menu with expert precision and flare. She ate without making even a tiny mess, and she used her best manners as she sipped her milk and asked politely for the syrup. Is it possible these two children are related?
Thankfully, we were done eating. I left the waitress a 30% tip. We drove home and upon our arrival, I noticed that my hair was stiff from dried milk. It's a quarter to 10 now and I am thinking of offering Abby the car if she will watch her brother so I can take a nap.
The next time you see a family with a rambunctious child, have pity. If you are rich, buy their breakfast for them. If not, and if you can't help but roll your eyes, just don't do it till they leave; it isn't easy containing wildness the likes of our son.
Thankfully, we were done eating. I left the waitress a 30% tip. We drove home and upon our arrival, I noticed that my hair was stiff from dried milk. It's a quarter to 10 now and I am thinking of offering Abby the car if she will watch her brother so I can take a nap.
The next time you see a family with a rambunctious child, have pity. If you are rich, buy their breakfast for them. If not, and if you can't help but roll your eyes, just don't do it till they leave; it isn't easy containing wildness the likes of our son.
May 19, 2009
wise words from daddy
This afternoon after school, Abby was talking about ways to earn money:
A: I know! I could have a lemonade stand after school!
M: You can make a lot more money selling lemonade if you put a little vodka in it.
A: I know! I could have a lemonade stand after school!
M: You can make a lot more money selling lemonade if you put a little vodka in it.
May 11, 2009
mixed feelings
Our time in Davis is short. We're here for only one more month, and I can tell that the reality is starting to set in. We're feeling sad about leaving dear friends and familiar joys. Abby is more sensitive than usual (and she's usually sensitive!); each night this week has brought some tears and heavy thoughts about life, God, change, even fears about dying. This is not an uncommon thing for seven year olds to experience (so I read), and I vaguely remember a couple of phases of heightened awareness of my mortality--around ages 7, 12, and 30. I'm sure there are more to come, and I am glad to be able to relate to Abby when this happens. The hardest thing, though, is knowing that these thoughts are part of being human. (We hope) They will ultimately lead to a new respect and thankfulness for each day we have to experience and a deeper sense of how precious we are to each other and to God, but when Abby sobs and expresses her disappointment at the crappiness of death, it just breaks my heart. Last night she was especially upset over the death of Matty's mom and brother. She was indignant over God taking his mom away on his birthday (this, a strong emotion after celebrating mother's day and Matty not having his mother). Abby is realizing that there are no guarantees about any of our lives, and she is trying to make sense of something that hardly makes sense to any of us.
There is no coincidence that all of this comes up at a time when we are changing practically everything. For a family not at all used to moving, this is a time of great upheaval--in good ways and in tough ways. And this doesn't even begin to deal with the grown ups in the picture or the little guy, who is coming in to his own these days. He will probably adjust the most easily out of all of us, and maybe we can take some cues from his ability to express so purely his frustration and his excitement.
On my heart is the sweetest, sad and resonant wish from a parent to a child, beautifully expressed in Paul Laurence Dunbar's poem, "Little Brown Baby": "Come to you' pallet now--go to yo' res'; / Wisht you could allus know ease an' cleah skies; / Wisht you could stay jes' a chile on my breas'-- / Little brown baby wif spa'klin eyes!"
I do often wish my kiddos could always know ease and clear skies--that they could somehow be spared the harshness of this world. But then I know just a little of the beauty and winsomeness that comes with suffering, and I wouldn't rob my precious ones of the full measure of love and wide-eyed adventure (good and bad) that this life offers. Sometimes we just need to sob and kick our feet and hurt about the sad things. And then smile and giggle about the happy things. And then keep on living and knowing that we will cry and laugh and cry and laugh--a lot. So, that's where we are--we're all kind of wild-eyed and raw and sad and glad. I'm finally figuring out that no amount of planning will make moving away any more graceful. We're gonna do the ugly cry and we're gonna wake up one day soon in Princeton and smile at the thought that we are home again.
There is no coincidence that all of this comes up at a time when we are changing practically everything. For a family not at all used to moving, this is a time of great upheaval--in good ways and in tough ways. And this doesn't even begin to deal with the grown ups in the picture or the little guy, who is coming in to his own these days. He will probably adjust the most easily out of all of us, and maybe we can take some cues from his ability to express so purely his frustration and his excitement.
On my heart is the sweetest, sad and resonant wish from a parent to a child, beautifully expressed in Paul Laurence Dunbar's poem, "Little Brown Baby": "Come to you' pallet now--go to yo' res'; / Wisht you could allus know ease an' cleah skies; / Wisht you could stay jes' a chile on my breas'-- / Little brown baby wif spa'klin eyes!"
I do often wish my kiddos could always know ease and clear skies--that they could somehow be spared the harshness of this world. But then I know just a little of the beauty and winsomeness that comes with suffering, and I wouldn't rob my precious ones of the full measure of love and wide-eyed adventure (good and bad) that this life offers. Sometimes we just need to sob and kick our feet and hurt about the sad things. And then smile and giggle about the happy things. And then keep on living and knowing that we will cry and laugh and cry and laugh--a lot. So, that's where we are--we're all kind of wild-eyed and raw and sad and glad. I'm finally figuring out that no amount of planning will make moving away any more graceful. We're gonna do the ugly cry and we're gonna wake up one day soon in Princeton and smile at the thought that we are home again.
May 10, 2009
happy mother's day!
We've had a wonderful day today (and it is only 4:00!). Matty and the kiddos made DELICIOUS pancakes with fresh strawberries, raspberries, and whipped cream to top them. Those were accompanied by a latte, bacon, and eggs. Yummmmm. It was a feast!
I napped off my pancakes while Noah napped; then we all took to our bikes and rode all over the arboretum and campus for nearly two hours. Now we're home and planning what we're going to grill tonight for dinner. Oh, and last night's dinner is worth a mention! M took me and Noah (Abby was at a b-day party) out for an awesome sushi/sashimi/nigiri dinner. Raw Ahi tuna is possibly my favorite food in the world at the moment. I'd have it for dinner again tonight if I could!
I hope all the moms out there are having as great a day. Most of all, I hope you all get to enjoy your kids, even if they are whining or saying "no" to absolutely everything you say to them.
I napped off my pancakes while Noah napped; then we all took to our bikes and rode all over the arboretum and campus for nearly two hours. Now we're home and planning what we're going to grill tonight for dinner. Oh, and last night's dinner is worth a mention! M took me and Noah (Abby was at a b-day party) out for an awesome sushi/sashimi/nigiri dinner. Raw Ahi tuna is possibly my favorite food in the world at the moment. I'd have it for dinner again tonight if I could!
I hope all the moms out there are having as great a day. Most of all, I hope you all get to enjoy your kids, even if they are whining or saying "no" to absolutely everything you say to them.
April 29, 2009
housing
Matty is a champion husband! He found us a wonderful condo super close to downtown Princeton. We will have 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, and an awesome loft space! This means we will have room for guests!! We are thrilled about having a place to call home when we arrive in early July.
April 24, 2009
Edenic, isn't it?
Matthew is home from a trip to Princeton to search for housing. It was a beautiful, frustrating, fun, lonely, fast trip, full of DELICIOUS FOOD and amazing sights--but we're still not sure where we will live. He searched all day for three days and put in one application for a condo near work (which is across the street from the university). We're waiting to hear back about that. If we get it, we will be glad to have an address and something of a plan. If we don't get it, we'll keep searching and hope something works out before July.
In the meantime, we are excited at how pretty the area is. Check out the other pics Matty took! It will make you want to come for a visit!!!
In the meantime, we are excited at how pretty the area is. Check out the other pics Matty took! It will make you want to come for a visit!!!
April 19, 2009
Picnic Day!
Guest post by Matthew:
Today we took the kids to Picnic Day while G's mom was in town visiting. While the girls were watching the wiener dog races, Noah and I went to the exhibit at the campus fire department, which included a medivac helicopter on the lawn. The little guy was in hog heaven. He got to sit in the driver's seat of a bunch of fire trucks, from a vintage 1929 ladder truck to a modern rescue truck. But the highlight, of course, was the chopper. He got to sit in the cockpit and see it up close, and he was happy to let me snap a few photos of him next to it. In this picture he's crouching down because he copies me when I crouch down to take his picture. He had a blast watching it take off a few minutes after this was taken. We sat on the curb just a few feet away as it took off, and as the prop wash blew his hair back, I think his ears were touching behind his head, but he had on the biggest grin I've ever seen (which may have been the wind too, but he sure seemed excited). It was a fun day, but we're exhausted, and I leave at 6am to go look for a place to live in Princeton. Wish me luck!
Today we took the kids to Picnic Day while G's mom was in town visiting. While the girls were watching the wiener dog races, Noah and I went to the exhibit at the campus fire department, which included a medivac helicopter on the lawn. The little guy was in hog heaven. He got to sit in the driver's seat of a bunch of fire trucks, from a vintage 1929 ladder truck to a modern rescue truck. But the highlight, of course, was the chopper. He got to sit in the cockpit and see it up close, and he was happy to let me snap a few photos of him next to it. In this picture he's crouching down because he copies me when I crouch down to take his picture. He had a blast watching it take off a few minutes after this was taken. We sat on the curb just a few feet away as it took off, and as the prop wash blew his hair back, I think his ears were touching behind his head, but he had on the biggest grin I've ever seen (which may have been the wind too, but he sure seemed excited). It was a fun day, but we're exhausted, and I leave at 6am to go look for a place to live in Princeton. Wish me luck!
April 11, 2009
Happy Birthday BEAN!
He is sleeping at the moment--nap time following an awesome outing with daddy to the Farmer's Market (and, more importantly, the "mee-go"). Abby and mommy got the presents and the apartment all set for his small party. The bus theme is made more delightful after Matthew had Noah's face painted at the market!! Noah is thrilled about the bus, and will point it out to anyone who notices!
I'll write again after we party it up with the TWO YEAR OLD!!
I'll write again after we party it up with the TWO YEAR OLD!!
April 7, 2009
abby's diamond quilt (top)
I've finally finished sewing the tops of two quilts I started a year ago! This one is Abby's "diamond quilt," which will fit a queen sized bed, no problem. She loves it and I'm looking forward to quilting it for her so that she can finally use it!!
Next, if you check out my flickr pictures, you'll see the top of the "Bananas" quilt Melanie and I started last spring break! That one too needs a backing and then quilting (and it will fit a queen or maybe a king), but I figure I'll need something to do in the cold east coast winter time!
I LOVE both of these quilts! YAHOO!
Next, if you check out my flickr pictures, you'll see the top of the "Bananas" quilt Melanie and I started last spring break! That one too needs a backing and then quilting (and it will fit a queen or maybe a king), but I figure I'll need something to do in the cold east coast winter time!
I LOVE both of these quilts! YAHOO!
coffee bean
he likes to mix the sugar and cream into the coffee... problem is, he also likes to drink the coffee.
eeeew.
eeeew.
April 1, 2009
news!
We have job news, at last! Matthew has taken a wonderful job with a firm in Princeton, NJ. The firm is run by its founders, two renowned Princeton economics professors. The work will be exciting and we are all looking forward to a big move to an entirely new place! Abby is most excited about living an hour from NYC; we plan to take her to see the statue of Liberty before the summer is over. She comments often on the height of telephone poles and buildings, saying--the buildings in New York are WAY higher than that, right? I cannot wait to see her face when she sees just how tall they are! If we can convince her to do it, I think a trip to the top of the empire state building might be in order.
As for me, I am SO proud of Matthew! I think this will be great for him. I'm also very thankful that God has carried us through months of waiting and stress.
My plan when we get to NJ is to stay at home and to help make the transition a smooth one. I also hope to have some time to soul search and decide on my own academic direction. As it stands, I can finish my work from wherever we go--I'm done with everything but the dissertation, and I'm pretty sure Princeton's library will have the books I need to finish the job!
Maybe Matthew will make a guest blog appearance and fill you in more, but here's the bottom line:
*we have a great job in a super cool city!!!!!!
*Matthew graduates (and walks in the ceremony) on June 11th here in Davis. Anyone wanting to be here for that is welcome to come! We will have a Memphis style BBQ to celebrate this huge accomplishment. Our apartment will be filled to capacity, so make lodging arrangements :)
*We will move on or before June 30th with stops through St. Louis, Memphis, Nashville, Knoxville, DC, and finally "home" to Princeton--that feels so strange to say!
SO cheer with me for Matty P. for landing an incredible job in the worst economy! He is my rock star! Hip hip HOORAY!!!!!!!! Hip hip HOORAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, go MATTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As for me, I am SO proud of Matthew! I think this will be great for him. I'm also very thankful that God has carried us through months of waiting and stress.
My plan when we get to NJ is to stay at home and to help make the transition a smooth one. I also hope to have some time to soul search and decide on my own academic direction. As it stands, I can finish my work from wherever we go--I'm done with everything but the dissertation, and I'm pretty sure Princeton's library will have the books I need to finish the job!
Maybe Matthew will make a guest blog appearance and fill you in more, but here's the bottom line:
*we have a great job in a super cool city!!!!!!
*Matthew graduates (and walks in the ceremony) on June 11th here in Davis. Anyone wanting to be here for that is welcome to come! We will have a Memphis style BBQ to celebrate this huge accomplishment. Our apartment will be filled to capacity, so make lodging arrangements :)
*We will move on or before June 30th with stops through St. Louis, Memphis, Nashville, Knoxville, DC, and finally "home" to Princeton--that feels so strange to say!
SO cheer with me for Matty P. for landing an incredible job in the worst economy! He is my rock star! Hip hip HOORAY!!!!!!!! Hip hip HOORAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, go MATTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
March 23, 2009
friends
The Maynors came to Davis for a visit! The last time they were here was 3 years ago, when Grayson (turning 4) was a year younger than Noah is now! This trip was "supposed to be" a great time to celebrate our new job, to finish the quilts we started last year in St. Louis, and to be out and about as much as possible... But it was better than that, in ways we wouldn't have chosen or expected. We're still waiting to figure out the job situation; Noah and Lillian had fevers almost the whole time; Bean's nose ran (and ran and ran and ran); the daddys worked on fixing cars; and the fabric was looked at longingly from time to time...
What DID happen, and what we wouldn't give up for the "perfect" vacation: we loved each other in a very real life kind of way. We ordered more take out, took more naps, and prayed together in our weakness. It felt good to be loved for the mess we are :)
There was ladybug catching, car patching, smoothie chugging, laundry lugging, mess making, cookie baking, chair swirling, hair curling, singing, hugging, laughing, loving, bathing, reading, dancing, cheering, little-boy-spat interfering, merry-go-rounding, fire-truck sounding, tooting, hooting, wii-game rooting, pizza, thai food, striped noodles, coffee, pancakes, dishes? OODLES! Happy hellos, sad goodbyes, and hopes to do this all again, these are the things that make us LIVE, these, the things that make us friends.
Favorite quotes from the weekend:
Grayson: Noah, what did you do?
Noah: oot ! (Noah's word for "toot") *now imagine them repeating this conversation more than 100 times in 4 days.
Abby (talking about Matthew and Peter): Those two are great together!
We miss you guys already.
What DID happen, and what we wouldn't give up for the "perfect" vacation: we loved each other in a very real life kind of way. We ordered more take out, took more naps, and prayed together in our weakness. It felt good to be loved for the mess we are :)
There was ladybug catching, car patching, smoothie chugging, laundry lugging, mess making, cookie baking, chair swirling, hair curling, singing, hugging, laughing, loving, bathing, reading, dancing, cheering, little-boy-spat interfering, merry-go-rounding, fire-truck sounding, tooting, hooting, wii-game rooting, pizza, thai food, striped noodles, coffee, pancakes, dishes? OODLES! Happy hellos, sad goodbyes, and hopes to do this all again, these are the things that make us LIVE, these, the things that make us friends.
Favorite quotes from the weekend:
Grayson: Noah, what did you do?
Noah: oot ! (Noah's word for "toot") *now imagine them repeating this conversation more than 100 times in 4 days.
Abby (talking about Matthew and Peter): Those two are great together!
We miss you guys already.
March 17, 2009
Greener than a Green Thing's Green Bits
I get that saying from Bronwyn--my most wordish friend. You can have fun with it: "Noah, your feet are stinkier than a stinky thing's stinky bits" (etc.) Abbs had a great time greening up for school today. There was NO way she was going to get pinched.
March 11, 2009
"Mee-go!"
Hang in there with us...we hope we will have job news soon! In the meantime, check out the Bean on his favorite merry-go-round! He calls it the "mee-go" (hands swirling to get his point across). His animal of choice? The horse.
It was "pig day" at the Farmer's market on Saturday. See the flickr pics for one of Noah petting a (stinky) piglet! I am SO glad we are not pig farmers.
It was "pig day" at the Farmer's market on Saturday. See the flickr pics for one of Noah petting a (stinky) piglet! I am SO glad we are not pig farmers.
March 6, 2009
TOOTH! Or, lack thereof.
Her smile will never look the same. That row of perfect little baby chicklets has a noticeable and sizable GAP now! You should see the girl eat a banana; the bite pattern leaves a big notch where she is missing her top tooth. Oh and she can't whistle anymore (I don't know why, exactly, but she thinks this is the case. I don't think she could really whistle before the tooth was missing). Her cute S's are even more cute because you can see her little tongue working to make the sound :)
After she got the tooth out (a major process--it was several weeks of daily reporting on the state of the tooth, the struggle with eating and with making her tongue sore from fussing with the tooth, etc.) she said: "Momma, look how wiggly my tooth is!" As she pointed to the NEXT tooth over. I told her that other tooth had better stay put for a while! We can't take another month of daily tooth drama! That next sucker is NOT very wiggly, so we are encouraging her to leave it be lest she be unable to bite things until she turns 8.
But isn't she a cutie?
After she got the tooth out (a major process--it was several weeks of daily reporting on the state of the tooth, the struggle with eating and with making her tongue sore from fussing with the tooth, etc.) she said: "Momma, look how wiggly my tooth is!" As she pointed to the NEXT tooth over. I told her that other tooth had better stay put for a while! We can't take another month of daily tooth drama! That next sucker is NOT very wiggly, so we are encouraging her to leave it be lest she be unable to bite things until she turns 8.
But isn't she a cutie?
sweet nap
My boys are tuckered out. It is rare that Noah will sleep outside of of his crib--he is too distracted or excited by other venues (and having people around) to get shut eye without the safe enclosure of crib bars and his trusty bear, "Boo."
This day, however, we spent time romping at the Farmer's Market, the library, and a stop at the post office. Noah was pooped. Apparently, Matty was too! Bean was asleep in the car by the time we got home and remained asleep!!!! (for the first time in over a year, for sure) as daddy carried him in the house! So Matty took the opportunity to get snuggles from the little guy. They used to sleep like this all the time in Bean's early days. Daddy's chest was the BEST spot in the house! I'd argue that it still is :) I'm so glad I have pictures of the two of them just like this at different stages. Look how our Noah Bean has grown!
These are moments I treasure deeply.
This day, however, we spent time romping at the Farmer's Market, the library, and a stop at the post office. Noah was pooped. Apparently, Matty was too! Bean was asleep in the car by the time we got home and remained asleep!!!! (for the first time in over a year, for sure) as daddy carried him in the house! So Matty took the opportunity to get snuggles from the little guy. They used to sleep like this all the time in Bean's early days. Daddy's chest was the BEST spot in the house! I'd argue that it still is :) I'm so glad I have pictures of the two of them just like this at different stages. Look how our Noah Bean has grown!
These are moments I treasure deeply.
March 3, 2009
how sweet
Long days of waiting.
Don't we all know how these are? Well, no matter if you are waiting for Spring, for a job, for a proposal, for healing, for a tooth to come out, for a paycheck to come in, for a baby to come home, for glory...you are not alone. We humans are so often obsessed with the future, with what will come? When will it be here? When will I know?
DEEP BREATHS. My seven year old (yes, SEVEN YEARS!) reminds me of how sweet it is to delight in the simple pleasures all around us, despite the looming doubts and uncertainties. On a walk the other day, she picked this little bundle of flowers for me. She was so happy to be able to give me something beautiful. Little does she know how much beauty she brings to our lives every day!
Last week, Abby handed me a white sheet of paper, rolled up diploma style. She said it was for my graduation. I unrolled my diploma and read (between stars and exclamation points drawn in crayon): "You have finished the level of kindness!!!!!!"
I got my degree in KINDNESS?! The people who know me are chuckling... But really, this funny little piece of paper signifies more achievement than my master's diploma (which is still sitting in a file in the registrar's office, waiting to be picked up after three years...). I value my MA. I value getting a PhD. But when I think about the deepest treasures we have, I think of people I love, not things I've done. Between Abby's gestures like picking wildflowers and making precious declarations that I'm "the best mommy in the world" and Matthew is "the best daddy" and Noah is "the best brother", I think--does it get any better than this?
So, as we wait through times of disappointment, angst, and testing on the job market, we have this sweet girl seeking out the things we overlook, the things all around us that cry out: "You are loved! You are provided for SO well! Do not worry about tomorrow!" And those things challenge the disappointment and the doubts. We have it SO good.
I'll write in soon about the results of the job search. We hope we'll have resolution in the next 2 weeks or so. But in the meantime, know that the Pearsons4 are more than just "hanging in there"--we are being tended to day by day, by a good God who knows us, who loves us, and who provides faithfully all that we need (and even some things we want!). Yeah, we have tears and we have the regular moments of joy and of dashed hopes, but we have each other. And we are being reminded that life is bigger than this job market.
Don't we all know how these are? Well, no matter if you are waiting for Spring, for a job, for a proposal, for healing, for a tooth to come out, for a paycheck to come in, for a baby to come home, for glory...you are not alone. We humans are so often obsessed with the future, with what will come? When will it be here? When will I know?
DEEP BREATHS. My seven year old (yes, SEVEN YEARS!) reminds me of how sweet it is to delight in the simple pleasures all around us, despite the looming doubts and uncertainties. On a walk the other day, she picked this little bundle of flowers for me. She was so happy to be able to give me something beautiful. Little does she know how much beauty she brings to our lives every day!
Last week, Abby handed me a white sheet of paper, rolled up diploma style. She said it was for my graduation. I unrolled my diploma and read (between stars and exclamation points drawn in crayon): "You have finished the level of kindness!!!!!!"
I got my degree in KINDNESS?! The people who know me are chuckling... But really, this funny little piece of paper signifies more achievement than my master's diploma (which is still sitting in a file in the registrar's office, waiting to be picked up after three years...). I value my MA. I value getting a PhD. But when I think about the deepest treasures we have, I think of people I love, not things I've done. Between Abby's gestures like picking wildflowers and making precious declarations that I'm "the best mommy in the world" and Matthew is "the best daddy" and Noah is "the best brother", I think--does it get any better than this?
So, as we wait through times of disappointment, angst, and testing on the job market, we have this sweet girl seeking out the things we overlook, the things all around us that cry out: "You are loved! You are provided for SO well! Do not worry about tomorrow!" And those things challenge the disappointment and the doubts. We have it SO good.
I'll write in soon about the results of the job search. We hope we'll have resolution in the next 2 weeks or so. But in the meantime, know that the Pearsons4 are more than just "hanging in there"--we are being tended to day by day, by a good God who knows us, who loves us, and who provides faithfully all that we need (and even some things we want!). Yeah, we have tears and we have the regular moments of joy and of dashed hopes, but we have each other. And we are being reminded that life is bigger than this job market.
February 24, 2009
we're still here
The Pearsons 4 are still here. We're still on the job market and will have updates soon. Suffice it to say that things are busy around here! As it has been an emotionally exhausting experience, I've avoided blogging. Sometimes the public forum seems too public, and I wonder how much to say and not say as we go through the ups and downs of looking for a job! Twice I've attempted to post and had blogger dump me off and lose my post. Oh well.
If you have specific questions, email me. We will emerge from under this rock soon and shed some light on the situation! Just as soon as we know what is going on ourselves!
If you have specific questions, email me. We will emerge from under this rock soon and shed some light on the situation! Just as soon as we know what is going on ourselves!
January 21, 2009
the moment
We watched the presidential inauguration this morning, live. Abby watched at school. I tried to get Noah's American flag sweater on him for the picture, but he has had a fever for a couple of days and just wasn't in the mood to be gussied up. So, here he is in his little dog PJs looking on with mom and dad as Obama becomes president. I LOVED the quartet with Yo Yo Ma and Itzak Pearlman. Noah enjoyed it for a couple of minutes, then asked his daddy to play a you tube video of "Wheels on the Bus Go Round and Round." It was a real morning--kiddo with a fever, hubby getting ready for the day, me making coffee then sitting on the floor with Noah. It was also a momentous and history changing morning. Funny how we can experience both the momentous and the mundane simultaneously.
January 20, 2009
A Moo-ving experience
We got to see this tiny cow be born tonight! Matty and Noah saw the hoofs sticking out, but the momma cow was taking too long, so they went home and Abbs and I stayed behind to see the rest of the birth. With a little help --a strong and smooth pull--from one of the guys who works at the cow barn, out came a little moo cow. And then came the questions! Why can't the baby stay with the momma (a practice of dairy barns)? Did you hear the momma moo? Was it owie to have the baby? Was it owie to have me and Noah? Is the baby OK? When will it get to nurse?
Then the cow guy got to talking to another onlooker about artificial insemination and how they can tell when the cows are "ready" to be inseminated...this included details about bulls jumping on cows (mounting), cows jumping on cows, etc. and Abby's eyes were large as she asked me:
A: Why would the bulls do that?
G: Uh, that's how they make baby cows.
A: That's so mean!
G: Well, they aren't mean to each other, and besides, there aren't any bulls at this dairy barn.
A: I'm so glad I'm not a cow that gets jumped on.
Oh boy. There weren't any more specific questions, so I let it go. I guess cows might end up being her entry into the birds and the bees talk one day. That is so Davis, California. I forget sometimes that we live in Dairy central. Anyway, it was super cool to see a calf born. I kept feeling sorry for the momma cow. Even the way she waddled around and the way her little eyes seemed so say "I'm tired" seemed familiar. Sigh. For Abby, the evening just made her more sensitive to the fact that we eat animals. She has started to feel very sad lately about eating chickens, pigs, and cows. She cried the other night about a joke I made regarding rabbit stew. She could NOT believe people would eat a bunny. It was a big scene. Matthew was laughing, making Abby indignant, but it was nearly impossible not to laugh--she was so passionate and upset! It reminded me of myself when I was her age. One time my mom had purchased a mouse trap to catch a mouse we had in the house. This is no joke: I made two large posters--one for me and one for my little sister-- and we picketed my mom outside our house. The signs read "Rights for Mice!" "Mice have lives too! Mice have rights!" Apparently it was kind of embarrassing for my mom.
Anyway, I'm just hoping that Abby doesn't become a vegetarian anytime soon. That would make meal planning a challenge.
Then the cow guy got to talking to another onlooker about artificial insemination and how they can tell when the cows are "ready" to be inseminated...this included details about bulls jumping on cows (mounting), cows jumping on cows, etc. and Abby's eyes were large as she asked me:
A: Why would the bulls do that?
G: Uh, that's how they make baby cows.
A: That's so mean!
G: Well, they aren't mean to each other, and besides, there aren't any bulls at this dairy barn.
A: I'm so glad I'm not a cow that gets jumped on.
Oh boy. There weren't any more specific questions, so I let it go. I guess cows might end up being her entry into the birds and the bees talk one day. That is so Davis, California. I forget sometimes that we live in Dairy central. Anyway, it was super cool to see a calf born. I kept feeling sorry for the momma cow. Even the way she waddled around and the way her little eyes seemed so say "I'm tired" seemed familiar. Sigh. For Abby, the evening just made her more sensitive to the fact that we eat animals. She has started to feel very sad lately about eating chickens, pigs, and cows. She cried the other night about a joke I made regarding rabbit stew. She could NOT believe people would eat a bunny. It was a big scene. Matthew was laughing, making Abby indignant, but it was nearly impossible not to laugh--she was so passionate and upset! It reminded me of myself when I was her age. One time my mom had purchased a mouse trap to catch a mouse we had in the house. This is no joke: I made two large posters--one for me and one for my little sister-- and we picketed my mom outside our house. The signs read "Rights for Mice!" "Mice have lives too! Mice have rights!" Apparently it was kind of embarrassing for my mom.
Anyway, I'm just hoping that Abby doesn't become a vegetarian anytime soon. That would make meal planning a challenge.
January 18, 2009
The wisdom of a seven year old
Here are a few of the funny things Abby has said in the first 2 days of being seven years old!
On fiscal prudence:
A: I like going shopping. It's fun to buy things.
G: Yes it is.
A: But you have to be careful.
G: Hmmm, how come?
A: Because you don't want to be, what's it called? "Broke?"
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On choosing one's work:
(After Abby told a story about encouraging her friends in P.E. at school)
M: It sounds like you're a good leader. Maybe you should be in the army.
A: No, that would be really hard work.
M: It would be really hard work if you were a dolphin trainer too.
A: Yeah, but if I don't work hard as a dolphin trainer, I'll lose my job; and if I don't work hard in the army, I'll die.
M: touche!
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On self esteem:
(On a bike ride with me, Noah, and our friends, Bronwyn and Teg)
A: Bronwyn, aren't you SO excited about my birthday party?
B: Yes, I am.
A: I'll be the most important person there!
and later, after Abby thanked Bronwyn for treating us to frozen yogurt...
B: Thank you, Abby, for riding bikes with me.
A: You're welcome.
B: And thank you for eating yogurt with me. It is always more fun to eat yogurt with friends.
A: Mmm Hmmm.
B: And thank you for being so cute.
A: I'm almost always cute.
On fiscal prudence:
A: I like going shopping. It's fun to buy things.
G: Yes it is.
A: But you have to be careful.
G: Hmmm, how come?
A: Because you don't want to be, what's it called? "Broke?"
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On choosing one's work:
(After Abby told a story about encouraging her friends in P.E. at school)
M: It sounds like you're a good leader. Maybe you should be in the army.
A: No, that would be really hard work.
M: It would be really hard work if you were a dolphin trainer too.
A: Yeah, but if I don't work hard as a dolphin trainer, I'll lose my job; and if I don't work hard in the army, I'll die.
M: touche!
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On self esteem:
(On a bike ride with me, Noah, and our friends, Bronwyn and Teg)
A: Bronwyn, aren't you SO excited about my birthday party?
B: Yes, I am.
A: I'll be the most important person there!
and later, after Abby thanked Bronwyn for treating us to frozen yogurt...
B: Thank you, Abby, for riding bikes with me.
A: You're welcome.
B: And thank you for eating yogurt with me. It is always more fun to eat yogurt with friends.
A: Mmm Hmmm.
B: And thank you for being so cute.
A: I'm almost always cute.
Answers to questions I didn't make up
From my friend Lisa's blog, and now on mine.
1. What is your occupation right now? Mom/ grad student/ full time hubby-helper and encourager as we face a tough job market
2. What color are your socks right now? not wearing socks. I live in california and it was 70 degrees yesterday! OK, that was a record high and I am wearing wooly crocs.
3. What are you listening to right now? the clickety click of the keyboard, Noah making choo choo sounds and Abby asking me if Noah is allowed to stand up in his toy car. Now Noah is banging the metal coffee tamper on the metal trash can. AAAGGGGGHHH. Too loud!
4. What was the last thing that you ate? CAUGHT! A bite of Abby's b-day cake (it's still a long way till noon.)
5. Can you drive a stick shift? Yes, Matty taught me almost 10 years ago
6. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Matthew. Noah called my phone from Matty's phone (this happens a lot).
7. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Yes
8. How old are you today? 31
9. What is your favorite sport to watch on TV? College football followed by ice skating. Though Phelps had me riveted by swimming last year!
10. What is your favorite drink? coffee
11. Have you ever dyed your hair? yes. wash out stuff to go darker. Tried highlights once about 4 years ago. didn't do it for me.
12. Favorite food? I don't know. I love good food, so this is too hard. How about food I didn't have to cook!!
13. Last Movie you saw? Doubt. M and I had a date!
14. Favorite days of the year? I don't know. Days I get to take a nap?
15. How do you vent anger? sometimes with tears, sometimes with words
16. What was your favorite toy as a child? does a cat count? I had an awesome cat named Shadow.
17. What is your favorite season? I do not like "favorite" questions. I like different things about all of the seasons. Maybe Fall gets my vote, but it also makes me nostalgic and sad sometimes for reasons I can't quite figure out.
18. Cherries or Blueberries? fresh cherries! AMAZING
23. When was the last time you cried? Yesterday, but it was a long while before that.
24. What is on the floor of your closet? I don't have a closet. It's my desk now, and usually a disaster.
25. Who is the friend you have had the longest that you are sending to? Christina or Lisa
26. What did you do last night? Cleaned my closet/desk! No joke!
27. What are you most afraid of? too deep a question. If you want to know, you'll have to call me.
28. Plain, cheese, or spicy hamburgers? plain--as with almost everything, plain is usually better!
29. Favorite dog breed? Hmmmm...the quiet, non-wiggly, non-stinky breed?
31. How many states have you lived in? 4, so far
32. Diamonds or pearls? both
33. What is your favorite flower? hydrangeas, dogwoods, tulips, gerber daisies
1. What is your occupation right now? Mom/ grad student/ full time hubby-helper and encourager as we face a tough job market
2. What color are your socks right now? not wearing socks. I live in california and it was 70 degrees yesterday! OK, that was a record high and I am wearing wooly crocs.
3. What are you listening to right now? the clickety click of the keyboard, Noah making choo choo sounds and Abby asking me if Noah is allowed to stand up in his toy car. Now Noah is banging the metal coffee tamper on the metal trash can. AAAGGGGGHHH. Too loud!
4. What was the last thing that you ate? CAUGHT! A bite of Abby's b-day cake (it's still a long way till noon.)
5. Can you drive a stick shift? Yes, Matty taught me almost 10 years ago
6. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Matthew. Noah called my phone from Matty's phone (this happens a lot).
7. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Yes
8. How old are you today? 31
9. What is your favorite sport to watch on TV? College football followed by ice skating. Though Phelps had me riveted by swimming last year!
10. What is your favorite drink? coffee
11. Have you ever dyed your hair? yes. wash out stuff to go darker. Tried highlights once about 4 years ago. didn't do it for me.
12. Favorite food? I don't know. I love good food, so this is too hard. How about food I didn't have to cook!!
13. Last Movie you saw? Doubt. M and I had a date!
14. Favorite days of the year? I don't know. Days I get to take a nap?
15. How do you vent anger? sometimes with tears, sometimes with words
16. What was your favorite toy as a child? does a cat count? I had an awesome cat named Shadow.
17. What is your favorite season? I do not like "favorite" questions. I like different things about all of the seasons. Maybe Fall gets my vote, but it also makes me nostalgic and sad sometimes for reasons I can't quite figure out.
18. Cherries or Blueberries? fresh cherries! AMAZING
23. When was the last time you cried? Yesterday, but it was a long while before that.
24. What is on the floor of your closet? I don't have a closet. It's my desk now, and usually a disaster.
25. Who is the friend you have had the longest that you are sending to? Christina or Lisa
26. What did you do last night? Cleaned my closet/desk! No joke!
27. What are you most afraid of? too deep a question. If you want to know, you'll have to call me.
28. Plain, cheese, or spicy hamburgers? plain--as with almost everything, plain is usually better!
29. Favorite dog breed? Hmmmm...the quiet, non-wiggly, non-stinky breed?
31. How many states have you lived in? 4, so far
32. Diamonds or pearls? both
33. What is your favorite flower? hydrangeas, dogwoods, tulips, gerber daisies
happy 7 year old!
Abby turned 7 yesterday (the 16th). She had a fun party with a bunch of friends and we celebrated her for the wonderful girl she is. What a joy to have Abby in our lives!
January 11, 2009
the other big reason I'm not blogging much...
We're waiting waiting waiting to hear back from schools that interviewed Matty. We're in that tense moment between interviews and calls for fly-outs. So, we've talked as much as we can about every scenario we can think of, and there's not much more to talk about. All we can do is wait! We're a bit jittery and distracted. It is very hard to give updates, because we don't really have clear updates to give. This week should bring with it some clarity, we hope! So please be praying for us.
In the meantime, we are trying to keep busy, keep distracted from the job search a bit, and focus on how GREAT we have it right now: we're safe, healthy, warm, well provided for with our jobs, weathering this tense time as a family remarkably well, and we know we will be fine no matter what happens! There are tons of families and individuals around the world who know nothing of the peace and comfort we have right now, despite the big wait and the major anticipation. That perspective helps keep us grounded just a little.
In the meantime, we are trying to keep busy, keep distracted from the job search a bit, and focus on how GREAT we have it right now: we're safe, healthy, warm, well provided for with our jobs, weathering this tense time as a family remarkably well, and we know we will be fine no matter what happens! There are tons of families and individuals around the world who know nothing of the peace and comfort we have right now, despite the big wait and the major anticipation. That perspective helps keep us grounded just a little.
why I haven't blogged much lately...
Danger Mouse is climbing. He is especially drawn to the stove (and the stove knobs, and anything sharp, heavy, or otherwise perilously dangerous that he can spy). He looks innocent in this picture, but don't let the cuteness fool you; he's all kinds of trouble! OK OK, I'm exaggerating a tiny bit, but he is becoming VERY daring and has little respect for potentially dangerous things. And with the top-heaviness (his head must weigh as much as the rest of him), he isn't the most graceful or balanced of kids. He took a header (haha) out of the bath tub not long ago because he was looking over the side. His wet little body just went over--slip!--wet, naked baby, surprised and a little mad to be on the cold bathroom floor. Does that hinder him from trying to stand in the tub or look over the edge? Of course not. I'm putting lead shoes on him if we ever go to Sea World! He would go swimming with Shamu, and not on purpose.
Of course, here I am proving to you all that I'm running for the camera faster than I am running for the kid. Oh well. That's part of why I've been slow to blog: trying to keep up with Bean Head,
Of course, here I am proving to you all that I'm running for the camera faster than I am running for the kid. Oh well. That's part of why I've been slow to blog: trying to keep up with Bean Head,
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