Labor of Love

My husband likes 60 Minutes, and sometimes I watch it with him. I wouldn’t necessarily consider the broadcasts memorable, but I remember Andy Rooney once saying something like this: “The good [columns] take an hour [to write]. The bad ones take weeks.”

He was so right! When I write Dear Marshall and Dear Livia posts, the ones that I like best are almost always those that seem to write themselves. Most of them are painful and slow, and sometimes I give up trying to make them good. I just post them, because if I wait too long they’ll no longer feel relevant and I’ll have to delete them. I figure that someday I’ll be happy to have all of the posts, whether poor or mediocre or excellent, because each one tells a story, not just about the children but about the whole family and our life together. So I continue to put out those Dear Marshall and Dear Livia posts, even the slow ones that probably aren’t any good.

This is my labor of love.

Posted in Dear Livia, Dear Marshall, Writing | Tagged | Leave a comment

2011 in Review

The year 2011 definitely had its ups and downs, but overall it was a good year. To reminisce, here is the first paragraph of my favorite post from each month.

January, from I’m Back, Sort Of

My blog completely fell apart last year. I had so many things to say about my amazing son and the baby girl who was about to join our family that I felt overwhelmed by the task. I also had a lot to do: work to finish up before maternity leave and a guest bedroom to prepare for my parents. So December passed with nothing more than the Weekly Poirot. In January, even that ceased, and on the 12th, everything else in my universe came to a screeching halt, because the baby, my beautiful Livia, arrived on the winds of a snowy winter storm.

This was only non-Poirot post for January!

February, from One Stormy Night

It was a dark and stormy night….

Livia’s birth was the landmark moment for the year. This post tells the story of her arrival.

March, from A Buffet of Books

Dear Marshall, When you were very young, we kept all of your books on a shelf in your room. We wanted them to be close at hand for spontaneous reading. After you learned to stand, you were able to reach them yourself and, as we had hoped, you started bringing the books to us to be read.

March was a decent month for the blog, so there were many posts from which to choose. I chose this one because it is one of my favorite Dear Marshall posts. There is nothing I enjoy more than reading to my children!

April, from Deathbed Confessions

It was a cold, winter night one Christmastime when I got the call. My grandfather was in the hospital and the doctors did not think he would make it through the night. I met up with my parents, and we all took the long drive north. It was near midnight when we arrived at the hospital.

I had been waiting a long time for my Muse to bring me a story about that night, so it was a great relief to finally get this post out, and that’s why it’s still a favorite.

May, from SITY: Memories of Violets

I recently wrote about ticks and how much they were ticking me off. If you read my comment on the post, you’ll see that just a quick walk in the yard garnered me another tick crawling on my leg. Yuck! I haven’t been out in the yard since, sad though that is.

It really was sad how the ticks kept us indoors for so much of the summer, and I really hope 2012 is a less ticky year. The reason I picked this post as my favorite, though, is because it has pictures of violets. I love taking and posting pictures of the beautiful things I see outside!

June, from My Moment

In Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life, Amy said, PURPLE FLOWER…

This is just a post about me being silly. Gotta have one of those every once in a while.

July, from Sugar High

Dear Marshall, At your birthday party, you ate cake. You’re not used to so much sugar, and later you were acting crazy. You even kicked your sister a couple of times and we said, “He usually doesn’t act like that!” Your grandfather said, under his breath, “In sucrose veritas.” I turned to him and said, “Hey, I speak pseudo-Latin and I know what that means!” He just laughed. For the record, it means, “In sugar there is truth.” Or, to put it another way, “Sugar makes you act the way you really feel.”

Ah, the complicated relationships of siblings…

August, from Thanks

I was working in my office yesterday when my husband brought Marshall in to play for a while. I was concentrating on my work and so I didn’t pay much attention to what either of them was doing. Occasionally Marshall would grab a candle or a picture or something else that he wasn’t supposed to have. Eventually this wore down his dad’s patience, so they left. As my husband carried the boy out of the room, he said, “Sorry about the mess.”

This post is a nice little snapshot of a typical day.

September, from Wise-Bits

Trying to read (but unable to stomach) a book called Ella Mental and the Good Sense Guide convinced me that I ought to pay more attention to my own bits of hard-won wisdom. Here are three wise-bits that I learned through my own experience.

I really do hope that I’m getting wiser as I get older.

October, from Tiny Gardens

I went for a walk in our woods yesterday. The clouds swept across the hill just before I left, darkening the sky and threatening rain. The woods were dim and damp. Mushrooms abounded. A white fungus or mold blotched the trail in spots. Branches and twigs littered the path, suggesting that no one had been walking these woods since before Irene.

Here is another post with (I think) interesting pictures of the outside world. The cold weather should be keeping the ticks inactive right now, so soon I’ll be walking up in the woods again. I can’t wait to see how the tiny garden looks now!

November, from Good-Bye, October

It was a strange October. I’m not sure I will miss it. I’m going to say why, and then “Good-bye!”

Yeah, October was a bad month, but worth remembering as a learning experience.

December, from Quick Like Lightning

Dear Livia, You’re our second child, so a lot of your stuff is second-hand. Even some of your songs are. For example, I borrowed “Who’s the Cutest Baby?” from Marshall and changed it to “Who’s the Sweetest Baby?” for you.

Last but not least, a Dear Livia post. She is a beauty. So much of our attention was devoted to her this year, so it seems fitting that the last favorite post of the year be about her.

To Marshall, Livia, and Faithful Reader: thanks for making my 2011 a memorable one. I love you all so much and I’m looking forward to spending another year with you!

To the World: wishing everyone a happy, peaceful, successful 2012!

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Yummy, Happy

Poirot speaking to Ariadne Oliver in Third Girl:

One day you rang me up. I was in distress. Yes, I admit it, I was in distress. Something extremely painful had been said to me. You, madame were kindness itself. You cheered me, you encouraged me. You gave me a delicious tasse de chocolat.

Never underestimate the cheering power of a cup of cocoa.

Posted in Reading, The Weekly Poirot | Tagged , | 1 Comment

Reading in 2011

Well, we made it through another year. We loved, we laughed, and just as importantly, we read. My reading tally for the year was a rather paltry 36, but I had a baby and so my reading time was once again limited. I can accept that, especially since so many of the books turned out to be good. Let’s take a closer look at what I read in 2011.

Biggest surprise: The biggest surprise is how much it bothered me to leave books unreviewed. I had resolved not to write reviews for the majority of books I read, but I found that it left me with a feeling of incompleteness, of important tasks left undone. The thing is, no matter how many times my husband tells me that he dislikes my book posts and thinks they’re a waste of time, and no matter how many times I feel like I agree with him, it still just bugs me to say nothing about my reading experiences. So in the future I resolve to write at least one sentence for each book. I will allow myself that much and demand no more.

Favorite book for the year: My favorite book this year was Skippy Dies by Paul Murray. I loved it and I gave it an A+. It was one of the richest reading experiences I have had in a while. Murray’s prose created the most vivid pictures in my mind, and he imbued the story with quite a bit of wisdom.

Book most likely to be gifted to others: I already gave James Thurber’s Many Moons to my friend K. It is a well-constructed and very sweet children’s story, just the type of thing to read when your spirits are low. I will keep it in mind as a gift for other people in the future, and I will be sure to give a copy to Livia one day. BTW, before I read it, I wasn’t expecting much from it, because some of Thurber’s stuff is only so-so. This book was very nearly the Biggest Surprise for the year.

I hope the new year brings more reading surprises and favorite books and bookish gifts!

Wishing everyone another great year of reading in 2012,

Chick

Posted in Reading | Leave a comment

Marshall 2.5

Dear Marshall,

You turned 2.5 years old on Christmas. Happy Half Birthday! You have changed a lot in the last few months, particularly in the way you speak. You are getting quite good at English, which is great, but that means Martian is well and truly on its way out.

Your father and I are sad to lose some of our favorite Martian words. For example, you no longer say “gockey.” You call gockeys “monkeys” now, like everyone else. Also gone are “la boolah” and “le boodan,” both now replaced by “bread.”

But you still use a few fun Martian words and phrases and, even when you use English, you say the most adorable things. Here are some of them.

  • You call your diaper a “biter” and triangles “trighingles.”
  • If you break something or make a mess when you’re in another room, we know because you keep saying “Brokit!” or “Make le mess!” or my personal favorite, “What hhhhappened?”
  • You can count fairly well when you’re serious about counting, but other times you just spout out strings of not-quite-consecutive numbers. You seem particularly fond of 14, because many of your strings end on it. For example, you often say, “One, two three, five, nine, fourteen!” Your least favorite number must be 8, because you almost always skip it.
  • If your father leaves you downstairs for a while, sometimes you’ll come upstairs by yourself (which you’re not supposed to do), asking in your cute, soft voice, “Where are you, Daddy?” You usually end up at my office door, so I let you in and keep an eye on you until your daddy comes back.
  • The cats’ food dish is located opposite your bedroom door. Every time you are in the upstairs hallway, whether coming or going, you always see the dish and want to feed the cats. You are quite insistent, so your father and I have pretty much delegated that task to you. You’ve gotten very good at it, too. You should see the exaggerated care with which you pour the food from the cup to the bowl. This morning you also treated me to a running commentary as you did it: “Feed the cats. In the bowl. Put back the cup. All done.”
  • You have dry skin so you often ask me to “otion legs” (put lotion on your legs). Sometimes you call the lotion “soap,” probably because the two products come in similarly-shaped containers.
  • You love the TV show Curious George. There are four seasons of the show on Netflix and you are now on your third time through them! When an episode ends, before the credits are even done rolling, you start demanding another. You say, “More George?” If we don’t put a new episode on right away, you repeat that phrase over and over and over again until we do. At least you know what you like!

Love,

Mom

Posted in Baby, Dear Marshall, Interesting words | Tagged | Leave a comment

Cold Cash

It was very cold this evening, but I went shopping to buy Marshall a box for the play tools he got for Christmas. The tool box was cheap enough that I decided to pay with cash. I handed the money to the cashier and she said, “Your money is so cold!” I thought that was kind of funny, because isn’t money always cold, abstractly speaking?

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

No Water

Dear Marshall,

Your father and I try to offer you choices as often as possible. “These pants or those pants?” “Juice or milk?” “Blue Puppy or Barney?” We think that even at your age you should be allowed to have a small amount of control over your own life. Plus, if you’re going to become an independent person, you need to learn to make decisions.

At first you would just echo one of the given options, not realizing that we were actually allowing you to choose. Now it seems like you’re finally getting the hang of it. One night before putting you to bed, I turned on your radio. It was set to play the sound of a babbling brook. I asked, “Marshall, do you want your radio on or not?” You replied, “No water.” So I turned it off, and you smiled, happy to be able to control that one little thing. Since then you won’t allow the radio to be on at night. You keep saying “No water!” until we turn it off. You have decided that’s the way you want it.

I hope life will always bless you with such easy decisions and that you will always be so happy with your choices.

Love,

Mom

Posted in Baby, Dear Marshall | Leave a comment

Happy Christmas Thought

My Christmas Eve and Christmas were very good this year. I did not once think of killing anyone, but I guess some people aren’t so lucky. Said Poirot,

The result of pretending to be a more amiable, a more forgiving, a more high-minded person than one really is, has sooner or later the effect of causing one to behave as a more disagreeable, a more ruthless and an altogether more unpleasant person than is actually the case! If you dam the stream of natural behaviour, mon ami, sooner or later the dam bursts and a cataclysm occurs!

from A Holiday for Murder

Posted in Reading, The Weekly Poirot | Tagged | Leave a comment

Quick Like Lightning

Dear Livia,

You’re our second child, so a lot of your stuff is second-hand. Even some of your songs are. For example, I borrowed “Who’s the Cutest Baby?” from Marshall and changed it to “Who’s the Sweetest Baby?” for you.

But I don’t want you to think that you never got anything of your own. I certainly sing you some Livia-only songs. The one that really stands out is “Fast Moving Baby.” I wrote that one day while you were playing in my office. You were so quick to get into things, I couldn’t take my eyes off you for a second or you’d find something dangerous on which to chew. I started to sing…

She’s a fast moving baby.
Look at that baby go!
She’s a fast moving baby.
Look at that baby go!
She can move so fast,
She can travel to the past.
She’s a fast moving baby.

She’s quick like lightning,
Fast like the rain.
If you catch her once,
She will just do it again.

Cuz she’s a fast moving baby.
Look at that baby go!
She’s a fast moving baby.
Look at that baby go!
Look at that baby go!
Look at that baby go!

You’re much bigger now, but you’re still a fast mover and a quick thinker. I can barely keep up with you. This morning I left you in the dining room for a few minutes while I ran upstairs to get Marshall up. When I came back downstairs, I found you standing on the chair in the dining room, changing the settings on my laptop. You’re only 11 months old and already climbing on the furniture. Wow.

Look at that baby go!

Love,

Mom

Posted in Baby 2, Dear Livia, Uncategorized | Tagged | 1 Comment

Stick to the Facts

One’s own personal reactions to people are singularly unsafe guides. One must go not by one’s feelings but by facts.

from Poirot Loses a Client

Yeah, I’m only starting to realize how true this is. I get feelings about people that turn out to be 100% wrong, and the results are not always good. But I’ll learn. Eventually.

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment