Thursday, November 26, 2009

Giving thanks

I don't know if anyone else has noticed, but 2009 hasn't been the best year. There's the financial ridiculousness that has plagued every one of us in it's own way, surviving the first year with a baby, and my mom's cancer, to name a few. But, in true form, there's also been 2 great birthday parties, a first day of kindergarten, a 10th anniversary and a pumpkin bourbon birthday cheesecake.

And we had a lovely day today at Gerise's - three kinds of stuffing, 2 pumpkin pies and crepes, made by our junior french chef. It just occurred to me that we didn't take any pictures, but Harry at 6 buns and Suzy ate everything she could get her hands on. I know you're surprised.

Anyway, at this point, we all look a little bit like this:

And we're thankful for things that, while sometimes a little out of focus, are as fun as this:

Monday, November 23, 2009

Harry + Claire

He's finally found someone as tall and as bossy as him. And she's perfectly lovely. And I love her mother.

Last weekend while Pete was at his Packer game/slumber party Lora and I met at Apple Holler for some breakfast and fun. It was a little bit chilly, but a good time was had by all. And I'm fairly certain that Suzy ate her weight in ham and apple cider donuts.


Is delicious? Unless you're some sort of crazy European who doesn't like rootbeer - not that I'm naming names or presenting a cultural bias, because you know, I love sausage and marzipan. I even like schnitzel and stollen and spatzel. (Apparently all I like are German foods that start with S and anything almond flavored.)

Anyway... We went to the Holiday Folk Fair over the weekend, which was lovely. The kids had a good time shopping and eating and watching ethnic dancing - Suzy learned some good spinning techniques, but just one time around, please, else one land's on one's hinder. She gobbled down some sauerkraut and a dumpling with gravy and then was very happy to move over to Ireland for a delicious blueberry scone. Harry, on the other hand, inhaled a taco and 3 cookies.

Suzy has shifted over to walking full stop. She's a little wobbly, which makes me think of calling her 'wobblesaurus rex', but no girl needs that sort of moniker to stick around until her feet are the size of mine. Also, with her squeaky shoes, undeserved (by her parents) level of cute, general happy disposition and outgoing brother, taking her places tends to be a bit like what we imagine traveling with a celebrity would be.

Happily, we only eat popcorn at home - you know, I'm not sure the public is ready for this (much as Jeffery Steingarten mentioned 'America being ready for rare pork' last night on The Next Iron Chef of which I watched EVERY episode. But I digress.

I know. But I'm not sorry at all.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

A predisposition

As most of you know, if there is a reason in life to throw up, I throw up. Morning sickness, motion sickness, drug side affect, stress - you name it, I can puke. On my first day of first grade, I threw up all over Mrs Phillips during story time. Of course, the great irony of my life is that I married a sailor, but having done his own share of feeding the fish, he's very sympathetic.

Harry, on the other hand has only thrown up a few times in his sweet little life. Although, I'm sorry to report that the most recent time was not 20 minutes ago all over the lunch table in the school cafeteria. He's snuggled on the couch with some Sprite and a little bit of a fever. Poor little guy!

'And Mom', he said on the way home 'I got some throw up on Ori.'


Thursday, November 5, 2009

His new slide

Harry has a funny way with language. Case in point, the South Milwaukee Public Library is his 'local library' and the Milwaukee Public Library Central Location is 'not my local library'. Any other library is 'someone else's local library'. This is sweet, but it also concerns me re: how much time he spends with his friends at PBS Kids when there are slides to go down. Speaking of slides (did you see how I did that?), he has long called the slides across the street from the house (at what is now his school) his slides, while the playground in the park are 'the kids' slides'.

Earlier this year the school district and the PTO got it together and replaced some of the aging equipment across the street. We've been enjoying the ride down. Well, some of us have.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Happy Halloween!

Last week was my last mandatory unpaid week this year a.k.a MULA. While I'll be glad to have my 8% back, I'll be a little sorry to not have the extra month off next year. It was a good week, all in all. On Monday, I picked up Mom from the hospital after she had her port installed and then we headed over to Mayfair for some lunch and a walk through Crate and Barrel. I did some painting on Tuesday and Wednesday (think pink -- no, pinker) in Suzy's room and our room. And then there was too much laundry and cleaning and errands the rest of the week.

Last night, Pete and I went and saw 'Bright Star' at the Oriental, providng once again that he probably loves me more than I deserve. I'm fairly certain that at a certain age my children will love me for the Halloween costumes as much as I deserve.

At least they have each other. (And why is there always brightly colored plastic crap on the floor in every picture I take?)