Monday, February 23, 2009


I thought I had a new post in me, but apparently I was wrong. I just wore myself out catching up on my book blog. (And yes, the last book I reviewed was titled Into the Land of the Unicorns. So what? Sometimes it's nice to be in third grade again, briefly.)

Also, had a very tough time getting James to take a nap. Although nap status has been achieved for the Goose...MAN, I'm tired.

More later, maybe. I was going to try to show you James' surprise haircut that Ben gave him last Sunday morning while I was sleeping. It's a bit of a cautionary tale....

But I'm too tired to load the picture from my mom's camera to the laptop. Better grab a few minutes of relaxation where I can.

Pictures will come, eventually. Promise.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Do YOU know what a Nos-tris is?

Here are some of my favorite things James has said so far this year, aka James' Greatest Hits 2009. The first two are what you might call crafty or devious if you weren't paying attention and didn't realize he's just really SMART! ;)

We were driving home from the library the other day, and I had low blood sugar. I had no snacks with me, sadly, so I grabbed an Evil, HFCS-Laden Dr. Pepper from the vending machine at the library. James asked if he could have a drink, but I said, "Well, James, it's really not good for us. I only have to have it because I'm low." He came back immediately with "I'm low tooooo!" in the cutest ever little kid happy voice. So I explained that I'm awfully glad that he can't get low, because that means he's healthy and doesn't have diabetes like Mama. So then he started fake coughing and saying with great drama, "Mama! I need a driiiiiiiiink! I'm coooooooughing! *cough cough cough*"

Also, we made a deal that he gets to watch internet videos on Mondays, and Mondays only. He asked on Wednesday if he could watch digger videos, and I said no, it's Wednesday. He got a silly grin on his face and said, "No! Silly Mama! It's Monday!"


"Daddy, don't stink! It makes me cranky." (By the way, that last word comes out as cwank-wy. Too cute, although the general statement is kind of confusing. I *think* it comes from a game where Ben sniffs James extensively. But then again, maybe James would be happier if Ben showered more? I don't think he stinks, but you never know. Ha ha!)

"I had a toot! Toots can't hurt my bum." (Unlike poo, which gives him a rash, so we need to put it in the potty.)

Daddy: "I'm gonna make some chocolate."
James: "Mmm, that's delicious!"

Driving down the road after the ice has begun to melt, Daddy making the water splash up on the side of the car: "Daddy! Grover says you're making a TERRIBLE MESS!" (Have we been reading a little too much The Monster at the End of This Book?)

Last night at dinner, butting heads with Mommy: "Mommy, you're a nos-tris, and I'm a nos-tris! We're a nos-tris!"

..Which, after extensive thought, we figured out was the word for RHINOCEROS and that we had perhaps also been watching too much Planet Earth. He also calls the snow leopards "kitties" and loves to watch one hunt a hoofed creature of some kind that we call a deer. And we love sharks, even though we have yet to grasp the concept that they are huge, or the one that they eat lots and lots of things. James told me the other day that maybe the big blue heron in the pond was eating a shark. Hm...maybe not ENOUGH Planet Earth?

Kids really do say all manner of hilariously cute and funny things.

Happy Weekend!

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

For Tyler and Melinda (and Jason, too)

I've thought about posting quite a bit lately. But over the last couple of months, as I've made the transition from The Old Life to The New Life, I've been holding my thoughts back, keeping most of them inside my head for myself, because it's so hard to come to terms with some of them. I still partially think maybe we'll just wake up tomorrow and be back in Raleigh, in our tiny cozy little apartment with the great playground outside, and I'll be playing with James and Tyler and we'll call up Christina and Gwen and have a fun playdate and then we can go to the farmer's market to pick up dinner and Ben will come home and it will be our Old Life again.

(The Biggest Pumpkin at the farmer's market, October 2008. It weighed 867 pounds or something like that. )

Part of me wishes that would happen. But of course I mostly realize that it would all be different anyway, that that's just part of life that you can't help. Gwen moved. Christina had her baby. Tyler started walking and babbling. And we've changed too. I know James wouldn't want to give up all the time he's gotten to spend here with adults who adore him. (Grandma, for example. Aunt Sandra. "Grandma" Rachel. Amber. Even Kenny!)

But it's still all hard. Yesterday I was talking on the phone with Tyler's mom Melinda and realized that I had never given her the link to this I gave it to her right then. Apparently, she read a bunch of it last night, and I hope she keeps reading (hi Melinda!) and maybe even starts her own blog up so we can keep track of each other's lives so easily--one of the reasons I love blogging.

Anyway. I went back and looked at some old posts, and I was shocked to see that Tyler didn't really feature in a lot of them. He was such a huge part of our lives in Raleigh, but it's hard to get a sense of that from this blog. I think part of it was my reluctance to include someone else's child in a blog they had no control over, and part because I wanted to keep family members happy with lots of James stories and pictures.

But just so you know...he was like a brother to James. He is by far the person James asks about the most, because even though Olivia and Alisa were some of James' best friends, Tyler was always with US, was a part of our unit, traveled in our car and ate our meals and the whole package deal, and I know that I can't hardly believe how quickly that ended, so how can a 2-year-old understand it?

As I've been coming to terms with this move we made, one of the saddest things for me is thinking about how close we were to Tyler, and how he won't even remember us. I've taken care of a lot of kids in my life. A lot of cute, smart, fun kids that I really cared about. But somehow our relationship with Tyler was special, because he and James had such a bond. And I wish I could somehow preserve that, but I know tiny kids don't remember that stuff. So the best I can do is remember it for them.

(Remember the library, boys? We went there A LOT.)

Tyler, I will always remember you. I will remember how when you first came to us you were still a teeny newborn of a guy, and it seemed like you were always sleeping, and James was fascinated with you and wanted to touch your tiny little fingers and toes, and you would stare at him like he knew the answer to life's mysteries.

I remember how even though newborns really do sleep all the time, you would still respectfully manage to watch us do any number of weird things to amuse you. You were so calm and relaxed and snuggly. It was so much fun for me to feel so competent, that I could take care of both you and James at once, and you loved to be put into a sling and just relaxed into it and we went everywhere like that and we all loved it.

I remember as you got bigger, you just kept staring at James, and he just kept wanting to touch you. He loved to show you things, like, Look, Tyler, see this? This is a BOOK! This is a CARROT! This is SAND! And you ate it up, you watched him, you waited to see what he would show you next.

I remember when you got bigger and you started sitting on the floor with him, newly able to use your muscles to hold your own self up. Sometimes you'd be startled by how fast or loud James was. But mostly you just wanted to touch HIM, now, and he still wanted to give you everything he could. And you laughed and laughed and he laughed and laughed and we all laughed at each other and at the funny things we thought of to make each other laugh.

You got bigger and you could crawl after him, so he started crawling after you, too, and you both thought it was so funny that our house was full of babies laughing at each other. But of course there was also the problem that now you wanted to touch everything and you could, so James wasn't quite so sure he wanted you to have all his toys!

You started eating foods that your mama lovingly made for you and brought to us, frozen sweet potato and carrot and peas and such, and you loved sitting in James' old high chair and eating WITH us. I remember you gulping and smacking with such satisfaction, like, See me? I'm big like you now. And you'd still always watch James to see how he did it too. (Meanwhile, James watched you and tried to figure out what the heck you were eating, since he was eating carrot STICKS and apple SLICES and we called your food "apples" when it didn't look remotely like apples to him.)

I remember how James gave you his very own special nickname for you, that we all ended up using (Ty-Ty!). I remember taking you to play at the kids' museum, how much fun you had crawling around after James, how fast you could go, how I even had to run after you once because you were trying to escape me, how you both loved to splash in the water. I remember how you and James together got mesmerized by the fish at the science museum. I remember the countless times you tried to eat sand at our playground. I remember how I used to wedge you and James together in the (one-seater) stroller and how you would put an arm around him or he'd put one around you and off we'd go. It always took me a little bit by surprise, how much you two would snuggle, because I was expecting hair-pulls and face-smacks and yelling and what I got instead was two sweet precious boys ready for an adventure together. That was our life with you.

I will always remember.

(And yes, I did just start to tear up. A little. Or maybe more than a little.)

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Story time!

Ben and I watched The Bourne Ultimatum a couple of nights ago. I have to say, the Bourne series is one of the very few of those action-hero-type movies that I can actually watch, rather than pretending to watch. (The fight scenes give me headaches. And sorry, Mission: Impossible...Tom Cruise is too weird.)

Anyway, it had been awhile since we'd watched the last two installments, and I forgot that at the end of the second one (I think), you discover that Jason Bourne's real name is David Webb. It came up again in this one, and I seriously went, David C. Webb. Huh. Where did that C. come from? OH MY GOSH! WE USED TO GET MAIL FOR DAVID C. WEBB ALL THE TIME! JASON BOURNE USED TO LIVE IN OUR APARTMENT IN RALEIGH!!

Epiphany: I am a Big. Fat. Nerd. with maybe a little bit too strong of an imagination.

The End

Friday, February 06, 2009

Best moment of the day

Alternate title: Best Quote EVER.

At the lab today, getting blood drawn, the lab tech said something to me that made me sad all over again that my skin is so dry and cracked that my hands are prematurely old. Then again, he made me laugh so hard that I have to forgive him. He said:

"Your skin is pretty thick. Do you tan?" (As in, do you use a tanning booth?)


Do I tan?

Yes. Before this I was actually invisible. Or maybe just translucent.

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Just Hangin' Out

A couple of weeks ago I decided to prove to Ben, that doubter of a husband, that I could in fact climb that tree in our backyard. Then James wanted to be handed up into the tree with me. The rest is playtime history.

It's a distinct possibility that I will now be forced to spend approximately 67% of my life in that tree.