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December 18, 2007 – 4:09 pm
The holidays are filled with blogs full of people recounting lost family members. Loved ones no longer physically with them, yet shining through memories and the wonderful stories of their lives and their impact on their family. Grandfather stories, full of cigars, and stiff drinks, lager than life warm characters I wish I could identify with.I can’t.
I am blessed that my family has never suffered, what in my eyes would be, a major catastrophic loss. As I mentioned in a previous post, my grandfathers, both of my grandfather have passed, my mothers father before I was a bloggin, while both
November 1, 2007 – 10:05 am
My creation
Originally uploaded by raquita.
So we had a full and fun Halloween this year. This was Cammys first year really getting into the whole thing. She wanted to be a princess dragon, and since they don’t exactly sell those in teh store, and they were out of dragons in her size at Childrens Place, we went with the princess thing.
We chose Princess Jasmine from the Aladin for obvious reasons. (you really don’t know me if you think I’d let my kid run around as Cinderella or god forbid Snow White) And the Littlest wonder was a kitty - in a pink tutu?!?
We don’t ask questions we just go with the cute, and she was just a little ball of cute.
I went to school with Cammy and we did the cookie decorating thing there - which went over well, and left me with no mess at home to clean. Then we picked up Jerryand dropped them both at the Botanical Gardens for trick or treating in the childrens garden . Then they walked home (which is only a couple of blocks - I love my neighborhood.) and did a little house to house trick or treating. Then they carved a pumpkin had some dinner and gave out candy to the kids who came to the door. Cammy liked that part alot.
She was in bed by 9 pm. her uncle Justin showed up in kilt, (photo will be up tomorrow) and they played a little super nintendo before bed. Gotta love a guy who travels with classic video games in the car.
all in all it was a good day.
and a great reason to take cute pictures of my babies.
enjoy!
December 13, 2006 – 3:21 pm
I’ve been a good mom all year. I’ve fed, cleaned and cuddled my child on demand, I wake at any given hour for night tremors. Her clothes are always clean and her wardrobe is way, WAY bigger than mine. She has out grown more shoes in the last three months than I’ve purchased for my self in the last five years. I clean up the insta-messes so my husband doesn’t have to. And I do her hair even though she acts like I’m scalping her when I do it.
I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with the dried out permanent marker my daughter normally uses to draw what appears to be tribal tattoos allover herself, on the back of a receipt in the basement while doing laundry between cycles, cause I’m trying
December 5, 2006 – 11:04 am
When I had Cammy I had grand visions of the kind of mom I would be. And one of the things I was most adamant about was writing. Basic writing. I wanted Cammy to be the type of kid who writes notes and letters to people. Thank you cards, and invitations. Just thought of you’s, and journals. Not simply be resolved to emails and text messages wrttn n srt hnd jus 4 ppl who can’t read WITH VOWELS IN THE WORDS.
This my dear friends is a sore spot for me – this digital state of what ever letter this generation occupies.
A realtively good day. I have done nothing out of the ordinary. Although my birthday is around the corner , coming up this Monday, I have come to the realization that I don’t particualry like my birthday. It is entirely too close to my sister’s and mother’s birthdays and requires group celebration doing things I never like to do, which is my delima now. My mother wants to ‘kick it’ at some hotel and have drinks and stuff, with my sister her fiance, and their friends. Which was fine when it was what she wanted to do for her birthday, then it became an our birthday thing. I’m not thrilled with this possibility. I am not much of a drinker, and I don’t club and party, I’m much more of a homebody. I don’t want to be required to stay at this gathering for more than an hour. I don’t want this to be my recognition of my birth.
In the mean time my mother has made ‘not free’ arrangements for babysitting, demanded that I get my hair done, and all kinds of things that were not in the realm of possiblity as my household is trying to save to purchase a house before the end of April, and get married in June. Things like beauty shop visits, babysitters and drinks at the club are not cost effective, and you can’t say that to my mom with out if becoming your attempt to ruin her event. So I am at a quandry.
I come from a family of beautiful women, a bit stong and pig headed but beautiful people. I have always felt a bit out of place among them, not that I am not pretty, I am just the square peg amongst the rounds. Never really fitting in, always the strange one. And by the time they finish gifting me I always feel like they were trying to make me more like them. No matter what I say I come off as ungrateful and arrogant. Is it so wrong not to want trips to the beauty shop or clothes for your birthday? I’d much rather go horseback riding, get a gift certificate to a book store, a money order even, and not so much of the stuff people think you need. Soemtimes you need what you want. It’s offical I’m moving my birthday to September this year.
