Morning Fix

We need a morning fix ... or, better stated perhaps, a way to fix our mornings.  See, way back when, the mornings were drawn-out because Sara required a thirty-minute bottle feeding prior to arriving at daycare.  After a while, she stopped taking bottles, but we still fed her in the mornings at home.  I remember feeling like time was totally on my side when we started attending an eat-breakfast-at-school facility.  Our mornings just started moving more quickly, and were generally nicer&smoother.

Well, Sara still eats breakfast at school (at the same table every single day next to Audrey and nobody else better sit in her spot, thankyouverymuch), but the nice&smooth part of our mornings has come to a screeching halt.  Now there are tears in our home every single morning for one reason or another (or for multiple reasons).

Sara may wake up in a good mood, but she's a ticking time bomb ... and there's no telling what the trigger might be.  Maybe she wants to wear the clothes she picked out the night before (or maybe she doesn't).  Maybe she wants you to pick out her socks (or maybe she doesn't).  Maybe she wants to turn off the light (or maybe she doesn't).  Maybe she likes the selected cereal that's waiting in a baggie to be taken to school (or maybe she doesn't).  Maybe she wants something to drink (or maybe she doesn't).  Maybe she wants to pick her shoes out of the basket (or maybe she doesn't).  You get the picture.  The point is, if something happens that is out of sync with what she wants (which means we haven't read her mind), Sara bursts immediately into tears.  There's nothing rational about it ... just an instantaneous tantrum.

Of course, frustration ensues.  While Steve's instinct is to discipline, mine is to appease because we're already in a time crunch in the mornings, and I'm sure not ever in a mood to listen to her scream the whole way to school.  I know that's not the answer, but it's easier than arguing and there's just nothing worse than a bad start to the day.  Plus, I don't have the answer (clearly).

I know that hitting up the liquor isn't really a viable option first thing in the morning (not that I'd ever consider it ...), but I sure would like a suggestion to help ease the pain.  I need a morning fix.  Quick.

Planking & Other Things

While enjoying some Saturday morning cartoons, Sara worked on mastering the art of planking. I know you're impressed.

It's been a good weekend around here.  The 3-0 Cyclones had a bye, and the Cowboys don't play until tomorrow night, so stress has been at nearly an all-time low (relative to the past three weekends, anyway).  Yesterday morning Sara and I went to play at Audrey's new house.  The girls had a great time, as always, and Sara was not happy when it was time to leave.  I was able to lure her back from tears when I told her we were going to go to the car place to get an oil change.  Sara thinks the Kwik Lube waiting area is one of the best places around.  You can imagine how thrilled I was when the technician popped in to tell me that my 101,000+ mile 2004 Trailblazer is in "perfect condition" (his words, seriously).  He then proceeded to punch my customer card twice, which means my next oil change is free because I already had six previous punches!

If we are FB friends, you may have read that I had a very successful trip to Once Upon a Child yesterday afternoon.  I hadn't been in a while, but Audrey's mom and I were talking about it yesterday morning, so I decided to head over to see what sort of winter clothing selection was available.  Selection galore, it was.  In Sara's section, someone must have just sold many items from twin girls as there were tons of duplicates of really cute, name-brand items.  I bought Sara a pair of Levi jeans, a warm coat, three long-sleeved shirts, three winter dresses, and tights for $37.  I went while Sara napped, which was risky because she's gotten very picky about her clothes, but she gave each item I purchased a thumbs-up ... HUGE success overall, I'd say!

Last night we went over to Murphy Maize Days.  There were a number of arts and craft vendors, food vendors, music on a stage in the center, and a huge kids' area where everything was FREE.  Sara enjoyed a pony ride, got a balloon, and inahled a cone of blue cotton candy before we found a spot on the grass to enjoy Eleven Hundred Springs.  We all loved the early sunset, the cooler weather, and the music.  I don't say this often enough these days (unfortunately), but Sara's behavior was nearly impeccable.  She was happy and carefree and just loved dancing barefoot in the grass.  If there was any part of her behavior that wasn't quite perfect, it was the fact that she felt the need to use a porta-potty three times.  She hasn't quite adopted the "wait as long as you can" philosophy when the only option is a blue plastic Biff, but I really can't complain because it sure beats the alternative (which would have been me trying to change a diaper in, um, the same place, no thank you).

As we speak, the laundry is almost done, our stock-the-pantry family trip to The Evil Empire Wal-Mart is behind us, and very best of all ... the final season of "Desperate Housewives" begins tonight.  Bring on the D-R-A-M-A, drama drama drama!

My New HP

It's not a new computer.  It's not a new book featuring everybody's favorite boy wizard.  It's my new Hadley Pottery bowl, which arrived unannounced on my doorstep today!

 

 

Thanks, Mom, for the festive new addition to my growing collection.  It's spook-tacular!

Wordless Wednesday

Book Talk

I haven't gotten around to reading (or buying, for that matter) this month's book club pick: Left to Tell: Discovering God Amidst the Rwandan Holocaust by Immaculee Ilibagiza.  I may pick it up at some point when I'm back in a non-fiction mood.  Recently, however, I have managed to read three engrossing, fictional page-turners, and I think you'll like them, too.

Earlier this summer, I saw Save Me featured in a handful of magazines and on "The Today Show" as a new must-read.  Although it is a newer release only available in hardback, I found it on amazon.com for just a few dollars.  What an incredible book.  Rose, your seemingly average mom, is volunteering at her daughter's elementary school when the unthinkable happens and she is forced into making an impossible decision.  In the aftermath, Rose is deemed a hero, the very worst kind of villain, and everything in between.  In a situation that tests her character, her emotional and physical strength, her self-worth, and her relationships, Rose emerges as a strong and beloved character.  If you're looking for a book you can't put down, it's Save Me.

It had been a long time since I'd read an Anita Shreve book, but when we were in MN a couple weeks ago, my mom had just finished Rescue so I borrowed it from her.  There are some authors that are just good go-tos for me, and I knew going in that between Shreve's writing style and her captivating story-telling I would be sucked into this book.  Webster is an EMT in the same small Vermont town where he grew up, and after a series of events, he finds himself raising his young daughter on his own.  This story challenges that idea that love is enough, and makes the reader question how a mother could ever choose anything over her child.  Webster's character is endearing, and the story as a whole is heartbreaking and beautiful all at once.

The Bright Forever is another one of my MN bookshelf finds.  The author, Lee Martin, is a the director of the creative writing program at The Ohio State University, and it's obvious in his writing.  This story is told from various points of view; each character tells his or her side, and the narrator gets a turn once in a while, too.  The writing is literally without flaw.  Even if you dislike the story, you'll be caught up in the perfection of the prose.  But you won't dislike this story.  With an eeriness that will remind you of "American Beauty" and The Lovely Bones, you'll find yourself turning pages well past your bedtime.

"Yet a little while we linger,

Ere we reach our journey's end;

Yet a little while of labor,

Ere the evening shades descend;

Then we'll lay us down to slumber,

But the night will soon be o'er;

In the bright, the bright forever,

We shall wake, to weep no more."

The Bright Forever by Fanny Crosby (1820-1915)

Wordless Wednesday

Where Were You?

Over the course of my life, there have been three days about which I can easily recall most minute-by-minute details.  One is June 21, 1994, one is December 11, 2008, and the other is September 11, 2001.  I was in my junior year of college, living at the Alpha Gam house in the middle room on second new.  I was getting ready for class, up a little earlier than I normally would have been on a Tuesday because my Young Adult Lit class was meeting at the Ames Public Library instead of on campus.  As usual, I flipped on The Today Show for background noise and entertainment.  At one point, as I walked from the bathroom into my room, I saw Katie Couric talking about an accident in NYC after the first plane had hit.  As I stood and watched, the second plane hit, and there was an instant shift in the perceived cause.  It became clear very quickly that this was no accident.

I had to leave to go to class, and when I got there, a few others had also seen or heard some coverage.  My professor, Donna Niday, hadn't heard anything about it yet, and we continued with class as normal.  By the time I returned home from class, many girls had gathered to watch coverage.  The situation seemed to just be getting worse and worse.  I remember feeling scared and incredibly helpless.  I called my mom and asked her through tears what was happening to our country.  I couldn't begin to wrap my mind around such a selfish, senseless act and its horrifying impact.  I don't think any of us could.

This year, as I reflect on 9/11 - as I know we all do - I'm finding myself really thinking about the families of the victims.  I remember the 10th anniversary of my dad's passing, and I remember feeling all day long that something significant should happen on that day.  Nothing did, but I spent that day anticipating ... I'm not sure what, but something.  So now as the families of the 9/11 victims find themselves still moving forward ten years later, I wonder what they are thinking and feeling.  Every effort that has been made to fight those responsible and to rebuild what was lost, while noble, doesn't bring someone back.  Politics and personal beliefs aside, I think we can all agree to take some time to think not only about the victims, but those who were left to live without them.  

I think about how my life has changed as a result of 9/11, and I didn't know anybody killed in the attacks.  On top of losing freedoms and a feeling of safety, consider the magnitude of having lost a loved one that day.  Today, my thoughts are with the husbands, wives, sons, daughters, mothers, and fathers who are waking up to another day - another year - without a person they didn't deserve to lose.