Monday, December 02, 2013

Out of the mouths of pre-tweens...

Hi. Pushing gingerly through the stale cobwebs to peek out again, hoping there may still be some reader out there with good ideas to share.

So yesterday, Olivia, now seven and a half (!), announced her intention to have a little sister. It's been a couple of years since our last Big Discussion on this topic so I launched into a quick overview of how I'm too old and she loves her brothers and she has so many close friends that are like sisters... And then she said, "Fine, you're old, but I'm not and I want a sister, so why don't you just adopt!" And she said it with such a perfect eye-roll, hand on hip, what-EVER tone of could I not share that?

And while adoption is not something we're looking to pursue at this point, I am feeling a very strong and possibly selfish desire to get involved somehow in the lives of children. I'm looking for any advice someone might like to share on ways to have a direct impact, something more than a donation or data entry. I've thought about a couple of options--Big Sisters and CASA--but don't know anyone who has participated in either one. Do you? Or have you helped some other way that you'd recommend to someone without much exposure or background but a fair amount of enthusiasm?

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Novel Place

A traditional review highlighting the main events of the year would yield mostly -itises (tonsil, mast, blephr, gastroenter, etc.), which just isn't fun to read about. So I won't trouble you with those icky tales of discomfort and will instead just let you know where I am right now, which is somewhere I don't recall ever being before at any time in my adult life:  healthy and content.

Olivia is an absolute, untempered joy.  Six and a half suits her.  Her school suits her.  She loves her brothers; she shares with them and watches out for them.  She writes "seekrets" in her diary and notes to her friends; she does gymnastics--badly--and enjoys every minute of it.  Then there's Josh: a cross-eyed, temperamental, delightful guy of five who can't keep his energy contained and has found friends who share his exuberant sensibilities and precocious sense of humor; and while he may not always listen to us, he usually does when it counts--and he never holds discipline against us.  And of course there's Dominic, a baby who reminds me of nothing so much as a 1930s cartoon: his exaggerated toddle, his six-toothed grin, his babbling and clapping and comical expressions.  Now that (as of Saturday) he has started sleeping through the night, the last major item on my wish list has been crossed off.

Jeff is well and lovely as ever, always supportive and thoughtful.  My father is still alive, if cantankerous.  Work is beyond hectic and it's not precisely fun but it's not actively terrible and only rarely do I wake up in a panic.  I have mostly accustomed myself to the aging process--though I do curse those awful gray twigs that pop up from my part--and I have some lovely life-long friends nearby, a luxury I haven't always enjoyed.

I am not wishing for anything, hurting for anything, filled with vague longing.

In short, it has been a good year.  I am in a good place.  I hope you are, too.

Thursday, April 19, 2012


I learned recently that my boss and his wife, whose beautiful young son died without warning last year, have had two recent IVF cycles fail.

If I am ever tempted to feel sorry for myself again, I will think of this.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Proud Moments in Parenting, continued

And what miracle did today bring? I'll tell you: dried blood in baby's projectile vomit, found only hours later when attempting to re-wrap him in the same filthy swaddling blanket.

Thankfully, the blood appears to be coming from his nose--which has taken a pummelling due to the vomit projecting from all available means of egress--and not his gullet.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Proud Moments in Parenting

Yesterday, I managed not to leak bodily fluids onto any piece of upholstered furniture.

What miracle, I wonder, will today bring?