Some Of My Favorites of 2010
January--analyzing my children
February--funny things my kids say
March--vacation
April--my love for Zinabu
May--family time
June--remember this?
July--remember this???
August--starting school
September--and who could forget this?
October--whatever
November--this will forever make me laugh
December--Lily

Girls Gone Wild (Well, the married-with-children-and-just-grateful to-be-out-of-the-house-version)

Topics Covered:
Parking
Hair
Husbands and sports
Paint mistakes on the wall
Home buying horror stories
Home buying remorse
Childrens' eating habits
Eyebrow tattoos (I learn something new every day)
More kids
Adoption
Grief
Funny neighborhood kids
Being highly emotional
Hiring a lawyer
Weird people and evil people
Having a dog
Nebraska, Ohio, New Jersey, New York, and everything in between
Being a mom
How good we all are at losing things
Getting together again soon

I am the luckiest!!!

We Had Ourselves A Merry Little Christmas

Just try to resist the cuteness!

Carver with his new bass guitar. A huge score off of Craigslist. Seriously.
If you ever need a musical instrument, start there.

Lily grinning about her new horse book. Carver is polishing off
homemade cinnamon rolls.

OK. Admittedly, this picture needs a lot of explanation, but I won't
go into all of it. It's David's "flaming" dessert. Aren't you jealous
you don't live in a house where your husband serves sugar on fire
to your children?

We had a very full day and a lot of joy. The only thing missing was snow, which the rest of the country seems to have in abundance. Today we are cutting back on treats and pajamas (which we've had in abundance) and we'll go play and run and say good-bye to 2010 with joy. Tomorrow night I get to meet Deirdre and Bridget for dinner in Denver, which is so exciting I can hardly describe it. I'll be sure to post photos. I hope you are full of joy, too, and that you look forward o 2011 as much as yours truly.

I would write to tell you about our glorious Christmas day, but I am busy with a) listening to Carver play his bass guitar, b) I am sprawled on the ground with a stomach full of almond toffee and I STILL can't stop eating it, and c) yesterday was a bit of a blur and I'm not entirely sure I wasn't abducted by aliens at some point. But I think you get the general idea.

Merry Christmas to all... and to all a good night.

#%$^*!
My friend Pam is a portrait artist. She was working on this sketch (which was due today) and, as she put it, stupidly left it sitting out on her desk. Her daughter Penelope decided to "help." And this was the result. Aren't kids the best?

Gamer

He loves games.
I love games.
It's a match made in heaven.
He is also very smart. Very. He can beat me at chess. (Embarrassing.)
His favorite game is Sorry. He cackles with joy when he sends me back home. And wins.
David just taught him Yahtzee. It's going to ruin him. Turn him into a gambler.
But we'll have fun on the way.

Bring It
Christmas vacation has officially begun. The kids are flying high from too much frosting at their various school parties, it's snowing outside, David is home, there is pizza strewn all over the counter, Adam Sandler's Happy Chanukah is being played, the dog is spinning in circles, and we have two whole weeks stretching before us with nothing on our calendars except a national holiday.

Thankfully I have almost all of my shopping done. However, I feel Lily will be sorely disappointed on Christmas morning. Take a look at her list that she has written out on the white board in her room:

The column on the right says:
Pets I want
rodent
pig
chicken
duck
pet store bird
small dog
bunny
goldfish

The column on the left says:
horse
donkey
cat

I admit I scratched my head over "rodent" and practically fainted at "duck" and "pig." She is quite the dreamer, wouldn't you say?

Just So You Know...
we are on the brink of insanity here. If we can make it to Saturday, we will survive.

Dinner

I may have alluded to the fact that cooking is not my forte. Parallel parking, yes. Cooking, no. I can do it but I don't love it. It doesn't help that my kitchen looks like this at 5pm. I was discussing this with my mother and she said, "Cathy, there is nothing you've ever made that hasn't been delicious." And I had to look deeply into her eyes to make sure there was no early-onset dementia going on.

Our Weekend...
...was perfect. It will go down in history as one of my all-time favorites. We drove 40 minutes to a little mountain town where we stopped for our annual plate-sized donuts, then bought the permit to chop down a Christmas tree in the Pike National Forest. We tried a different spot this year, with great success. It took us a while to settle on the right tree because we had a few good ones to choose from. Carver chopped it down, and David and I (well, mostly David) hauled it to the roof of our car and drove it home. This year the kids decorated the tree entirely by themselves. Carver stood on the ladder for the highest branches, and Lily and Zinabu took care of the bottom. David and I sat and watched them, just delighting in their joy. Our tree is very kid-friendly. It's not color-coordinated or fancy or something that would win an award. But to us it's perfect. Every ornament the kids have ever made is on our tree--in fact, the kid-made ornaments take up most of the room. After decorating, we went out to dinner but gave ourselves plenty of time to come back home and watch It's A Wonderful Life together. It's David's all-time favorite movie, and he watches it every Christmas season. If you want to see David cry, feel free to join us next year during the viewing. We wanted to start the tradition of including the kids, so this was our first year. Other than having to pause the movie every 10 minutes to explain to Z what was going on, it was a huge hit. It was one of those days that you look around at your family and feel so thankful you belong to one another.

In the car, headed up the mountain pass.

Finding our spot in the woods.

On the hunt. The Santa hats are vital.

In front of the tree we chose right before cutting it down.
I think David was trying to tell me something important.
Bless his heart.

Not helping at all. Being a boy in the woods.

Next year, I think Carver might be tall enough to help put the
tree on top of the car.



Mama and Lily. Mama looks tired. Lily looks like she could
climb 50 trees and run 20 miles.



Getting ready to bring the tree home.

David takes a well-earned break with hot chocolate
and the rabbits.

Lily decorates.





The finished product. All 12 feet of it. You can't
even see the bottom third because it's so tall. Love it!



Tonight, at my 59th orchestra concert of the season, I couldn't figure out why the guy next to us was giving me weird looks. Carver was onstage, my mom and Lily and David were listening to the music, and Zinabu was next to me, quietly looking at his book.

Then I glanced at the book. Oh yeah. Zinabu brought his snake book. The book with every snake in the world, facts about the snakes, and illustrations of their deadly attacks. The illustration was currently showing a viper attacking a farmer. Biting his neck. The farmer in agony. Deadly venom being pumped into his bloodstream. Awesome.

So take that, everybody. We like to go to music concerts and look at crazy venomous snakes and how they kill people. I dare you to sit next to us.

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Shopping
There are some people I know who are choosing to avoid the stores this holiday season and, instead, have a "homemade" holiday. As in, they're making all their gifts. I had actually considered this idea a few weeks ago. Then I remembered 2 very important things. Number 1: I hate to knit. I HATE it! I taught myself a few years ago and I discovered it was an activity that I could actually fall asleep while sitting up. It just plain bores me to tears. I wish it didn't, but I'm being honest. Number 2: I can't sew. I've tried. I've practiced. I've persevered. And I broke my sewing machine. Sewing and Cathy do not mix. At all. So if you hate knitting and you can't sew, what does that leave you with? A hot glue gun and ..... ? You see my dilemma. If we were living on the prairie 150 years ago, my family would all be dead.

However, it is incredibly delightful to witness the creativity and passion of those women more able than myself. Deirdre and Carrie, to name a few. Feel free to follow along as they count the days until Christmas and see what they come up with.

As for myself, we will be buying items for our kids and each other. But that's not to say we all need to go overboard in the consumerism department. Everything in moderation, correct? First and foremost, how do you plan to give to those less fortunate this holiday season? Do you have a favorite charity? A family you know that's suffered a job loss and is not expecting to have a Christmas this year? Do you give to the same place or try to find a new organization to support each year?

If you're still looking for that one place to donate to, may I make a few suggestions?

Water For Christmas. Your money goes to help give clean water to people who are without. $20 can give one person clean water for 20 years. When was the last time you blew $20 on something? How insanely blessed we are in this country to have so much and take something like water for granted. Go to Tesi's blog to read how her son shared with her that fetching clean water was part of his job--at age 3.

Ethiopia Reads. Pretty basic stuff here. Donate books to Ethiopian children. Get them reading. Give them a chance. Had Zinabu not been adopted by anyone (that just gives me chills and I need to excuse myself for a moment to get some Kleenex) I would want him to have books. Books and books and books.

Pamba Toto Jewelry. My friend Colleen is in charge of this organization, and it is amazing. If you have a problem with faith-based charities, I implore you to give this one a chance. Rescuing orphaned children from the slums of Kenya's Mathare Valley, she and her team arranged 2 group homes for the kids to live in and receive an education, health care, food, and a family structure. The beads they buy for their jewelry is 100% fair trade, and they make sure they support local craftsmen/women. It's beautiful jewelry going to a wonderful cause.

Mosquito Nets. Something else we take for granted. Screens on our windows. Bug spray. And living in a non-malaria infested country. This here's an easy one. A no-brainer. Go for it.

Thanks for listening.

Monday

It's 9:05 on Monday morning and it has come to my attention that a shower may not be in the cards today. Which is especially pathetic considering I've been up since 6. A good part of my morning was spent digging through our depleted pantry and trying to come up with 3 lunches for the kids to take to school. (What is the nutritional value of pickled ginger, by the way? If they ate that with some crackers, does it count as a sandwich?) Lots of driving to school, which included trying to answer Zinabu's question of what time of day the roads on the north side of the neighborhood are busiest (someone help me!), and then a ton of paperwork/bill paying. I'm supposed to leave here in 30 minutes to help in Lily's classroom, and because I am choosing to blog rather than devote time to my personal hygiene... well, you get the picture. I just opened a bill from a doctor that we thought was covered by our insurance but it is not, and that just took the wind out of my sails. I also opened a letter from our sponsored child in Uganda, and he writes that he wishes he could hear from me more. GUILT!!!! My Christmas photo cards should be arriving in the mail any day now, which means having to do the work of mailing them out. It could be worse, though. I could be David, whose schedule is 6,000 times more awful than mine.

Trying to keep some perspective.

Music

Lily and best friend Bailey

Last week was Lily's Orchestra concert. I am well-seasoned in these, since Carver has been playing bass for 3 years. But it was Lily's first and she was very excited. Her orchestra teacher at her little elementary school is a saint. Truly. Can you imagine taking a bunch of boys and girls who are just learning their instruments and making an actual song come out of them? It boggles the human mind.

Turns out the piano accompanist that had helped in past years was no longer available, so they desperately needed a piano player. In stepped my mom. And then, there was no bass player. Could Carver possibly help them by playing in the concert? Sure! So Zinabu and I sat in the audience and half my family was up on stage. I'm not sure who had the most fun... mom, Lily, or Carver.

This week starts complete insanity around here. Between David's school, Carver's school, and Lily and Z's school, there is something going on every day of the week--morning, noon, and night. I don't mind, because it is just a season, and all the events are incredibly fun and exciting. We won't see much of David until winter vacation, but knowing that is just 2 weeks away, we can handle it. We will carve out time next Saturday to drive to the mountains and cut down our tree. But other than that, he is swamped. The man is a gem.

After weeks and weeks of illness, we have gone 5 whole days without anyone being sick. It's very thrilling. Gosh, do you think we might last another week too? Is that just way too much to hope for? I like to dream big.

The Post In Which I Tell You About A Difficult Conversation

The Scene: Our Kitchen
Date: Yesterday
Time: Way too early. About 6:15 am.

Me: DAVID (in a hoarse whisper)
David: What?
Me: How much do you love me?
David: Huh?
Me: How much do you love me?????
David: Is this a trick question?
Me: No. How much? A lot? Like... really a lot?
David: Why?
Me: THERE IS A MOUSE IN THE MOUSE TRAP AND IT'S STILL ALIVE! I just checked the trap and his little tail is stuck in it and it's looking up at me with big brown eyes and I CAN'T STAND IT!
Daivd: _________
Me: Well? Pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaassssseeee?
David: I'm not even dressed yet!
Me: Please, honey.
David: Will you remember this at 9:00 tonight?
Me: Absolutely. I'll never, ever, ever forget.
David: Fine.

(Unfortunately, an animal was harmed--fatally--in the telling of this story.)

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