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Archive for May, 2007
*waves* Hey, Laura’s here! And she left us a comment! Woo hoo! (Not Africa Laura — we knew you were here already…this Laura lives in the US and has a sweet li’l girl with Texas hair! smooch!!!)
Laura asks if I’m going to be watching Big Brother this year…well of course! It’s like a train wreck…no matter how awful it gets I simply cannot look away. It’s pretty much the only show I watch in the summer, at least that’s what I tell myself to justify the massive amount of time that reading the live feed recaps sucks from my life. 😉
Jodi is a big fan as well, so I’m sure we’ll be talking about it here….
I just got off the phone with my husband’s grandmother. She’s still quite teary on Memorial Day, thirty-six years after the death of her son. I knew it would make her very happy to hear that DH and the girls were at our town’s very well-attended memorial for fallen soldiers.
Until I met my husband, I didn’t really know anyone personally who had been closely touched by war. And really, though he has been (his father, an enlisted serviceman, was killed in action), it’s kind of a vague association because he never knew his father, nor did he grow up fatherless. His grandmother has always been fiercely dedicated to preserving his father’s memory, though, so we do have a very good idea of the kind of man he was. Shortly before his death, he had the choice of spending his R&R in Hawaii, or at home, and he chose to go and hold his baby boy, born during his absence.
While I do wonder who and where my husband would be had he been raised by this man, his biological father, of course I’m grateful that he ended up here. It is kind of amazing to ponder the difference that one life makes…
I’m grateful, too, that so many have believed that freedom was worth their lives, and fought for it even if it meant giving up those lives, their families, their future. Andrew Grimson says it so eloquently:
But when the Americans speak of freedom, we should not imagine, in our cynical and worldly-wise way, that they are merely using that word as a cloak for realpolitik. They are not above realpolitik, but they also mean what they say.
These formidable people think freedom is so valuable that it is worth dying for.
So, I had a monumentally dumb mom moment yesterday.
I try really hard to not expose my 3 year old to things that I wouldn’t have exposed her six year old sister to when she was three, if that makes any sense. It’s hard though, when there’s an older sibling, to keep things on the same level innocence-wise. (Especially when their classmates turn their noses up at preschool shows, declaring loudly that “those are for BABIES.” Grrr…but that’s a whole ‘nother post.)
So, my older daughter is sooo into the Magic Tree House books, which I think is so great. Her reading comprehension is improving so much. She happened to be reading the book that features the story of the Titanic, and she asked me quite a few questions about it. Since I know a good bit about the subject (the movie totally haunted me and after seeing it I read everything I could get my hands on about it), I was able to answer and share the story in more detail than (of course) the Magic Tree House format could. I showed her pictures. We talked and talked.
Without even thinking that this was perhaps a bit much for a three year old to process.
My sweet, sweet three year old who all of the sudden crawled into my lap and cried and cried because it was such a sad story. Every time she would start to pull herself together, a new wave of sadness would come and she would start crying again. It was so. freaking. sad. I felt awful.
Of course after she stopped crying her sister chirped, “Mummah? Were there any little kids on the Titanic?”
I shot her the shut your freaking piehole right now or your sister will start bawling again look and answered, “Of course there were. But they were the first ones on the lifeboats.”
“Mummah, did any little kids die on the Titanic?”
Of course later on she cornered me, demanding to know if any little kids really died. While her sister was off telling Daddy the story of the Titanic, tears in her eyes.
Hi there! Good thing I have a faithful sister to keep us going. I’ve been a bit preoccupied lately. Remember that crochet class? After four glorious weeks – it’s done. Here’s some fruit:
The top hat is a “Kid’s Flower Cap” by Ann Norling. I did the carnation atop – which is amazing to create – takes very little time and produces great wow factor. The second hat was my homework for the class. Quick and fun. Both are crocheted with Elann Sonata – thanks to Julie’s generous giftcard donation. <high fives sis> I also created a cupcake purse – which looks much better on the counter stuffed with newspaper than filled with a 6 year old’s stuff and carried on her shoulder.
I’ve sooo been pulling for a Blake/Jordin final all along. If I can’t have Rachel Zevita, it might as well be one of them… 😉