Sean walked in the door about 15 minutes ago.
Lucy met him at the door and asked sweetly
Daddy, will you help me find my lipstick and Silly Putty?
Of course I will honey...
So for 13 minutes, Sean has been looking under the couch, under the chairs,, under cushions, in shoes, in the toys bins but has not been able to find either item
Lucy, in the meantime, was called to the table for dinner by me.
As she was chomping her dinner, Sean announced he was headed upstairs to look for the missing toy items
Where Daddy going? Lucy asked as she caught sight of him heading up the stairs
He's going up to look for your lipstick and Silly Putty
Oh...
He's a good Daddy isn't he? I asked Lucy
Yeah Mama....I'll keep him.....I don't need a new Daddy....
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Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
Red White and Blue, Take II
I was told that this blog from yesterday did not post properly....some could see it, some could not...so I'm posting again just because I love it - and my husband - and I want everyone to know how much he loves me
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As prompted by Mama Kat's Pretty Much World Famous Writer's Workshop, Prompt #3: Married? Tell us the story of how the question was popped
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I love being an American
I love America
I love Uncle Sam, Betsy Ross and George Washington
I love apple pie, hot dogs, peanuts, Cracker Jacks, and baseball
I love the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence
I love Fort Knox, the White House and the Library of Congress
I love my freedom of choice and my right to vote
I love the Flag and I have no problem pledging Allegiance
I love the Boston Pops, the Rockettes and Vaudeville
I love sparklers and fireworks
And I love the 4th of July
The 4th of July is by far my most favorite holiday
I look forward to it every year: the overt and yes exaggerated patriotism (though mine is year round), the red, white and blue bunting, the block parties, the patriotic music, the re-enactments, the fireworks……I love the 4th of July
We spend our 4th of July in Boston: we start at Government Center where the flag is raised; a military band and chorus perform and then follow the Parade to the Old Granary Burying Ground where wreaths are laid on the graves of John Hancock, Samuel Adams, and Paul Revere. We proceed to the Old State House where the Declaration of Independence is read from the balcony. Patriotic songs are sung, flags are waved, and children's faces are painted. We walk down to Faneuil Hall where bands play, re-enactors perform and if you're lucky, you'll see the Tea Party in full swing. We watch the USS Constitution turn around in the Harbor and hear the 21 gun salute. We watch the Tall Ships and see more re-enactments. We go to the North End and visit the Church and Paul Revere's old stomping grounds. We take in as much as we possibly can until we're tired and hot and head home for a rest…..only to go back out at dusk to perch ourselves in a field and watch fireworks. And when we get home, we're always in time to watch the Boston Pops on TV as they perform their Fourth of July Concert on the Esplanade with the Fireworks Spectacular in the background
I love the 4th of July
And Sean loves me so it only stands to reason he chose the 4th of July to propose…..
July 4th, 2006:
After a full day in Boston, we stopped at home for an hour lounge and then headed out the door to the fireworks in North Reading. As much as I love fireworks and the 4th of July, I am not up for the craziness on the Esplanade so a local firework display works just fine for us. As we're getting ready to walk out the door, Sean announces he needs a snack to take with him – I'm at the door sort of tapping my foot as (I think) we're running late and I want to hurry up and get there.
Come on I prod, let's get going!
He stops at the snack bowl on the side board and chooses a box of Cracker Jacks.
I remember thinking, in between taps of my foot trying to get him to hurry up, I love that he likes Cracker Jacks, such an American snack…..and I love him for embracing my favorite holiday as he has and indulging me in all we do on the 4th of July…..
Why is this a big deal you ask? Why is she pointing out he likes Cracker Jacks and what is the big deal about him going to see firework? Well, for those not aware, Sean is English….as in from England not of English descent. As in he has an accent, calls an elevator a lift, says pasta and basil weirdly, says Cheers instead of thank you or good bye sometimes, sings God Save the Queen instead of God Bless America, has tea in the afternoon and calls soccer football and football daft…and he uses words like daft…..and wanker
So he snatches up his box of Cracker Jacks and we head to North Reading. At this point, I am bouncing around in the car like a kid…I LOVE fireworks. I had been borderline cranky earlier in the day because it was so damn hot but I snapped out of it – now I was just punchy…..and I could not wait to see fireworks and if I was lucky, there would be cotton candy…..
We park at the High School and take the bus down to the Park where they show the fireworks with our camp chairs in tow. We set up our chairs and wandered through the little fairground…..I can't remember if I got cotton candy but I do remember getting a fan and a red white and blue lei from a local politician. We made our way back to our chairs and Sean hooked the lei around the arm of my chair for me.
Sean announced he was hungry and opened up his Crack Jacks. I saw him toss a couple pieces in his mouth and I wondered aloud when the fireworks were going to start.
I can't get my prize out he says to me
What?
My prize, I can't get my prize out, can you get it for me? he extends the box over to me
Are you kidding me? I ask. Really honey, you want the prize?
Can you just help me? he asks shaking the box at me
I reach in to move a few pieces of popcorn and realize it's all soggy and gross. I throw the pieces to the ground and inform Sean the Cracker Jacks are no good…
They're soggy Sean, just throw them out…I'm not sure why they're like that but you should just throw them out.
But I want the prize….
Seriously Sean…the Crack Jacks are all soggy and sticky and gross. I don't want to put my hand in there….
I was really looking forward to the prize….
We have another box at home; you can just get the prize out of that one. I scan the field looking for a trash can
CAN YOU JUST GET ME THE PRIZE MARIA?!?!?!
Alright!
I start fishing around in the box again and finally see the prize in a clear plastic pouch at the bottom of the box. At first glance, I think it's a keychain. In my head I think he's not going to want some silly key chain; he was probably hoping for a tattoo or one of those little hologram things.
I tell him it's a crappy prize and he won't want it
Well can I see it? he asks.
With a sigh, I shake the soggy nasty popcorn aside and reach in and pull out the bag with the prize in it
Funny I think to myself, where is the red and white wrapper? This just looks like a plastic baggy
Here honey, I say without really looking at it, it's a ring
What kind of ring?
I don't know I say trying to hand it to him, just some ring……I'm actually borderline annoyed he won't take the stupid prize he made me fish around for me and now my fingers are all sticky...
What kind of ring?
He's not relenting so I finally look at the ring and start to describe it to him…
It's just a plastic ring with a blue….I stop talking and look a little more closely at the ring and realize it's the sapphire ring I saw months ago in a store in Newburyport. I don't remember if I tried the ring on when we saw it….I just remember looking at it and commenting on how much I liked it. It was a light blue single stone sapphire ring in its original setting…and the original setting had this engraving on it, looked like wheat, indicative of rings from the turn of the century to the Depression Era.
I look at Sean with my mouth open but no words come out. He's sitting in his chair looking at me with this goofy grin
I remember hearing him say A ring?
I nod
Do you know what kind of ring it is?
I still can't speak
Maria, it's THE ring, it's your ring…..it's the ring you wanted……marry me?
At that moment, the fireworks start to go off…..swear to God…..and I smiled and nodded and stared at the ring……
Sean may or may not have kissed me, and I may or may not have kissed him.....but at some point, either Sean or I slipped the ring on my finger and Sean had his hand over mine….every few minutes, I looked at my hand to make sure there was in fact a ring on it……and 20 minutes later, I looked at Sean and said
Did I say yes yet?
He smiled, nodded and said we're getting married
I may or may not have raised my arms above my head and shouted I'm Engaged!
I may or may not have cried
I may or may not have said yes
But I did make the best decision I could have made…..
And that red, white and blue lei is still looped on the arm of my camp chair…..
*sigh*
I love the 4th of July
Maria the Mum
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As prompted by Mama Kat's Pretty Much World Famous Writer's Workshop, Prompt #3: Married? Tell us the story of how the question was popped
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I love being an American
I love America
I love Uncle Sam, Betsy Ross and George Washington
I love apple pie, hot dogs, peanuts, Cracker Jacks, and baseball
I love the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence
I love Fort Knox, the White House and the Library of Congress
I love my freedom of choice and my right to vote
I love the Flag and I have no problem pledging Allegiance
I love the Boston Pops, the Rockettes and Vaudeville
I love sparklers and fireworks
And I love the 4th of July
The 4th of July is by far my most favorite holiday
I look forward to it every year: the overt and yes exaggerated patriotism (though mine is year round), the red, white and blue bunting, the block parties, the patriotic music, the re-enactments, the fireworks……I love the 4th of July
We spend our 4th of July in Boston: we start at Government Center where the flag is raised; a military band and chorus perform and then follow the Parade to the Old Granary Burying Ground where wreaths are laid on the graves of John Hancock, Samuel Adams, and Paul Revere. We proceed to the Old State House where the Declaration of Independence is read from the balcony. Patriotic songs are sung, flags are waved, and children's faces are painted. We walk down to Faneuil Hall where bands play, re-enactors perform and if you're lucky, you'll see the Tea Party in full swing. We watch the USS Constitution turn around in the Harbor and hear the 21 gun salute. We watch the Tall Ships and see more re-enactments. We go to the North End and visit the Church and Paul Revere's old stomping grounds. We take in as much as we possibly can until we're tired and hot and head home for a rest…..only to go back out at dusk to perch ourselves in a field and watch fireworks. And when we get home, we're always in time to watch the Boston Pops on TV as they perform their Fourth of July Concert on the Esplanade with the Fireworks Spectacular in the background
I love the 4th of July
And Sean loves me so it only stands to reason he chose the 4th of July to propose…..
July 4th, 2006:
After a full day in Boston, we stopped at home for an hour lounge and then headed out the door to the fireworks in North Reading. As much as I love fireworks and the 4th of July, I am not up for the craziness on the Esplanade so a local firework display works just fine for us. As we're getting ready to walk out the door, Sean announces he needs a snack to take with him – I'm at the door sort of tapping my foot as (I think) we're running late and I want to hurry up and get there.
Come on I prod, let's get going!
He stops at the snack bowl on the side board and chooses a box of Cracker Jacks.
I remember thinking, in between taps of my foot trying to get him to hurry up, I love that he likes Cracker Jacks, such an American snack…..and I love him for embracing my favorite holiday as he has and indulging me in all we do on the 4th of July…..
Why is this a big deal you ask? Why is she pointing out he likes Cracker Jacks and what is the big deal about him going to see firework? Well, for those not aware, Sean is English….as in from England not of English descent. As in he has an accent, calls an elevator a lift, says pasta and basil weirdly, says Cheers instead of thank you or good bye sometimes, sings God Save the Queen instead of God Bless America, has tea in the afternoon and calls soccer football and football daft…and he uses words like daft…..and wanker
So he snatches up his box of Cracker Jacks and we head to North Reading. At this point, I am bouncing around in the car like a kid…I LOVE fireworks. I had been borderline cranky earlier in the day because it was so damn hot but I snapped out of it – now I was just punchy…..and I could not wait to see fireworks and if I was lucky, there would be cotton candy…..
We park at the High School and take the bus down to the Park where they show the fireworks with our camp chairs in tow. We set up our chairs and wandered through the little fairground…..I can't remember if I got cotton candy but I do remember getting a fan and a red white and blue lei from a local politician. We made our way back to our chairs and Sean hooked the lei around the arm of my chair for me.
Sean announced he was hungry and opened up his Crack Jacks. I saw him toss a couple pieces in his mouth and I wondered aloud when the fireworks were going to start.
I can't get my prize out he says to me
What?
My prize, I can't get my prize out, can you get it for me? he extends the box over to me
Are you kidding me? I ask. Really honey, you want the prize?
Can you just help me? he asks shaking the box at me
I reach in to move a few pieces of popcorn and realize it's all soggy and gross. I throw the pieces to the ground and inform Sean the Cracker Jacks are no good…
They're soggy Sean, just throw them out…I'm not sure why they're like that but you should just throw them out.
But I want the prize….
Seriously Sean…the Crack Jacks are all soggy and sticky and gross. I don't want to put my hand in there….
I was really looking forward to the prize….
We have another box at home; you can just get the prize out of that one. I scan the field looking for a trash can
CAN YOU JUST GET ME THE PRIZE MARIA?!?!?!
Alright!
I start fishing around in the box again and finally see the prize in a clear plastic pouch at the bottom of the box. At first glance, I think it's a keychain. In my head I think he's not going to want some silly key chain; he was probably hoping for a tattoo or one of those little hologram things.
I tell him it's a crappy prize and he won't want it
Well can I see it? he asks.
With a sigh, I shake the soggy nasty popcorn aside and reach in and pull out the bag with the prize in it
Funny I think to myself, where is the red and white wrapper? This just looks like a plastic baggy
Here honey, I say without really looking at it, it's a ring
What kind of ring?
I don't know I say trying to hand it to him, just some ring……I'm actually borderline annoyed he won't take the stupid prize he made me fish around for me and now my fingers are all sticky...
What kind of ring?
He's not relenting so I finally look at the ring and start to describe it to him…
It's just a plastic ring with a blue….I stop talking and look a little more closely at the ring and realize it's the sapphire ring I saw months ago in a store in Newburyport. I don't remember if I tried the ring on when we saw it….I just remember looking at it and commenting on how much I liked it. It was a light blue single stone sapphire ring in its original setting…and the original setting had this engraving on it, looked like wheat, indicative of rings from the turn of the century to the Depression Era.
I look at Sean with my mouth open but no words come out. He's sitting in his chair looking at me with this goofy grin
I remember hearing him say A ring?
I nod
Do you know what kind of ring it is?
I still can't speak
Maria, it's THE ring, it's your ring…..it's the ring you wanted……marry me?
At that moment, the fireworks start to go off…..swear to God…..and I smiled and nodded and stared at the ring……
Sean may or may not have kissed me, and I may or may not have kissed him.....but at some point, either Sean or I slipped the ring on my finger and Sean had his hand over mine….every few minutes, I looked at my hand to make sure there was in fact a ring on it……and 20 minutes later, I looked at Sean and said
Did I say yes yet?
He smiled, nodded and said we're getting married
I may or may not have raised my arms above my head and shouted I'm Engaged!
I may or may not have cried
I may or may not have said yes
But I did make the best decision I could have made…..
And that red, white and blue lei is still looped on the arm of my camp chair…..
*sigh*
I love the 4th of July
Maria the Mum
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Wonder of Wonder
There are Seven Original Wonders of the World:
The Colossus of Rhodes
The Great Pyramid of Giza
The Hanging Gardens of Babylon
The Lighthouse of Alexandria
The Mausoleum at Halicarnassus
The Statue of Zeus at Olympia
The Temple of Artemis at Ephesus
There are Seven Natural Wonders of the World:
Aurora Borealis
Grand Canyon
Paricutin
Victoria Falls
Great Barrier Reef
Mount Everest
Harbor of Rio de Janeiro
Christ the Redeemer
The Colosseum
The Great Wall of China
Machu Picchu
Petra
The Taj Mahal
And Seven New Wonders of Nature:
The Amazon Rainforest and River
Halong Bay
Iguaçu Falls
Jeju Island
Komodo Island
Puerto Princesa Underground River
Table Mountain
My Seven Wonders:
The Colossus of Rhodes
The Great Pyramid of Giza
The Hanging Gardens of Babylon
The Lighthouse of Alexandria
The Mausoleum at Halicarnassus
The Statue of Zeus at Olympia
The Temple of Artemis at Ephesus
There are Seven Natural Wonders of the World:
Aurora Borealis
Grand Canyon
Paricutin
Victoria Falls
Great Barrier Reef
Mount Everest
Harbor of Rio de Janeiro
Then there are Seven New Wonders of the World:
Chichen ItzaChrist the Redeemer
The Colosseum
The Great Wall of China
Machu Picchu
Petra
The Taj Mahal
And Seven New Wonders of Nature:
The Amazon Rainforest and River
Halong Bay
Iguaçu Falls
Jeju Island
Komodo Island
Puerto Princesa Underground River
Table Mountain
Now of course anyone could argue any of these lists and there are least another dozens lists out there for the seven wonders of the world: Modern, Ancient, North America, South America, Voted on, Not Voted on, Natural, Man Made…..whatever. The point is, there are lots of lists of Seven Wonders, so, as inspired by Mama Kat’s Pretty Much World Famous Writer's Workshop Prompt #1:
List your life’s Seven Wonders. Describe the most amazing 7 things you’ve seen with your own two eyes.My Seven Wonders:
1. At my brother’s wedding, my wedding and my youngest sister’s wedding, I saw all seven of us siblings, our respective families and our parents together…..in one place…at the same time. Do you know how hard it is to get seven brothers and sisters, their families and your parents all in one place at one time?!?! Harder than one might realize! But when we do, well, it certainly is a wonder….
2. I lived in Illinois for a number of years in the ‘90s. The company I worked for was based in the Chicago area but at some point, I transferred to an Office in central Illinois, in the middle of nowhere. Our office building was located on an old Air Force base. We were right next to an old air field and it turns out, our building was a weather station....it even had weather tower at the top that we could go up in and have lunch or meetings. One day, we were up there for one reason or another (truthfully, we were probably goofing off) and we witnessed a tornado touching down…..un.be.liev.a.ble…..scary, terrifying, breathtaking, beautiful and mesmerizing and WONDERful all at the same time.
3. My house clean (bathrooms, windows, baseboards, floors, mirrors), fresh linen on all the beds, ALL the laundry washed, folded, ironed AND put away. The bookshelves neat, the pictures that sat on the sideboard for months finally hung on the walls, all Lucy’s toys in one spot and no crayon on the chairs, walls or floor……ok, I have not technically seen this wonder…that is none of these things have happened all at the same time…ok, technically, some of these things have never happened but, I do see this wonder in my mind’s eye a lot….like every time I walk through the front door of the house…..I wonder if it will ever happen…..
4. We went to England last year and took a tour of the boarding school Sean attended. While we were there, we walked from one end of the campus to another. We visited the administrative building, a couple dorms and class rooms. We went to the Chapel, the Theater, and the Arts Building. We saw more things than I can remember…..but two things on that tour stuck out to me and in my world, were wonders: the original charter of the School and the Founder’s Stone…and both were over 500 years old…..amazing to see in person…..
5. I grew up in Maine and though I left at a young age and never returned to live, I have a great appreciation for the beauty of Maine: Schoodic Point, Cadillac Mountain, Falling Rock, Chimney Pond, The Allagash, even Phillips Lake takes my breath away. There’s Sand Beach, Thunder Hole, and even a blueberry bush in Machias holds a certain amount of beauty to me. Maine has mountains, rocky shore lines, sandy shore lines, lakes, ponds and streams. Maine has blueberries and potatoes, lobsters and moose, deer and loons, whoopie pies and Dysart’s and a big ass statue of Paul Bunyan…Maine: It’s Worth a Visit, Worth a Lifetime…its Where America’s Day Begins and The Way Life Should Be…There’s More to Maine and its Open for Business so my fifth wonder, It Must be Maine
6. My parents….still married after 7 kids and 44 years of marriage. Still married after the deaths of both sets of (grand) parents, 2 brothers and who knows how many family pets. Still married after good times, bad times, and some tying times. Still married after they both retired and took a cruise together……I’m not trying to be cheeky here…I’m being serious. When I was growing up, specifically when I got to college and started meeting more people from different walks of life, and even as an adult, I was one of the few kids whose parents were still together…and had always been together…..and that my friends is a modern day wonder
7. 2004, the World Series won by the Boston Red Sox…….need I say more?
Maria the Mum
Red White and Blue
As prompted by Mama Kat's Pretty Much World Famous Writer's Workshop, Prompt #3: Married? Tell us the story of how the question was popped
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I love being an American
I love America
I love Uncle Sam, Betsy Ross and George Washington
I love apple pie, hot dogs, peanuts, Cracker Jacks, and baseball
I love the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence
I love Fort Knox, the White House and the Library of Congress
I love my freedom of choice and my right to vote
I love the Flag and I have no problem pledging Allegiance
I love the Boston Pops, the Rockettes and Vaudeville
I love sparklers and fireworks
And I love the 4th of July
The 4th of July is by far my most favorite holiday
I look forward to it every year: the overt and yes exaggerated patriotism (though mine is year round), the red, white and blue bunting, the block parties, the patriotic music, the re-enactments, the fireworks……I love the 4th of July
We spend our 4th of July in Boston: we start at Government Center where the flag is raised; a military band and chorus perform and then follow the Parade to the Old Granary Burying Ground where wreaths are laid on the graves of John Hancock, Samuel Adams, and Paul Revere. We proceed to the Old State House where the Declaration of Independence is read from the balcony. Patriotic songs are sung, flags are waved, and children's faces are painted. We walk down to Faneuil Hall where bands play, re-enactors perform and if you're lucky, you'll see the Tea Party in full swing. We watch the USS Constitution turn around in the Harbor and hear the 21 gun salute. We watch the Tall Ships and see more re-enactments. We go to the North End and visit the Church and Paul Revere's old stomping grounds. We take in as much as we possibly can until we're tired and hot and head home for a rest…..only to go back out at dusk to perch ourselves in a field and watch fireworks. And when we get home, we're always in time to watch the Boston Pops on TV as they perform their Fourth of July Concert on the Esplanade with the Fireworks Spectacular in the background
I love the 4th of July
And Sean loves me so it only stands to reason he chose the 4th of July to propose…..
July 4th, 2006:
After a full day in Boston, we stopped at home for an hour lounge and then headed out the door to the fireworks in North Reading. As much as I love fireworks and the 4th of July, I am not up for the craziness on the Esplanade so a local firework display works just fine for us. As we're getting ready to walk out the door, Sean announces he needs a snack to take with him – I'm at the door sort of tapping my foot as (I think) we're running late and I want to hurry up and get there.
Come on I prod, let's get going!
He stops at the snack bowl on the side board and chooses a box of Cracker Jacks.
I remember thinking, in between taps of my foot trying to get him to hurry up, I love that he likes Cracker Jacks, such an American snack…..and I love him for embracing my favorite holiday as he has and indulging me in all we do on the 4th of July…..
Why is this a big deal you ask? Why is she pointing out he likes Cracker Jacks and what is the big deal about him going to see firework? Well, for those not aware, Sean is English….as in from England not of English descent. As in he has an accent, calls an elevator a lift, says pasta and basil weirdly, says Cheers instead of thank you or good bye sometimes, sings God Save the Queen instead of God Bless America, has tea in the afternoon and calls soccer football and football daft…and he uses words like daft…..and wanker
So he snatches up his box of Cracker Jacks and we head to North Reading. At this point, I am bouncing around in the car like a kid…I LOVE fireworks. I had been borderline cranky earlier in the day because it was so damn hot but I snapped out of it – now I was just punchy…..and I could not wait to see fireworks and if I was lucky, there would be cotton candy…..
We park at the High School and take the bus down to the Park where they show the fireworks with our camp chairs in tow. We set up our chairs and wandered through the little fairground…..I can't remember if I got cotton candy but I do remember getting a fan and a red white and blue lei from a local politician. We made our way back to our chairs and Sean hooked the lei around the arm of my chair for me.
Sean announced he was hungry and opened up his Crack Jacks. I saw him toss a couple pieces in his mouth and I wondered aloud when the fireworks were going to start.
I can't get my prize out he says to me
What?
My prize, I can't get my prize out, can you get it for me? he extends the box over to me
Are you kidding me? I ask. Really honey, you want the prize?
Can you just help me? he asks shaking the box at me
I take the box from him and sort of peer in trying to catch a glimpse of the infamous red and white striped prize package we all know so well.
I reach in to move a few pieces of popcorn and realize it's all soggy and gross. I throw the pieces to the ground and inform Sean the Cracker Jacks are no good…
They're soggy Sean, just throw them out…I'm not sure why they're like that but you should just throw them out.
But I want the prize….
Seriously Sean…the Crack Jacks are all soggy and sticky and gross. I don't want to put my hand in there….
I was really looking forward to the prize….
We have another box at home; you can just get the prize out of that one. I scan the field looking for a trash can
CAN YOU JUST GET ME THE PRIZE MARIA?!?!?!
Alright!
I start fishing around in the box again and finally see the prize in a clear plastic pouch at the bottom of the box. At first glance, I think it's a keychain. In my head I think he's not going to want some silly key chain; he was probably hoping for a tattoo or one of those little hologram things.
I tell him it's a crappy prize and he won't want it
Well can I see it? he asks.
With a sigh, I shake the soggy nasty popcorn aside and reach in and pull out the bag with the prize in it
Funny I think to myself, where is the red and white wrapper? This just looks like a plastic baggy
Here honey, I say without really looking at it, it's a ring
What kind of ring?
I don't know I say trying to hand it to him, just some ring……I'm actually boredline annoyed he won't take teh stupid prize he made me fish around for me and now my fingers are all sticky...
What kind of ring?
He's not relenting so I finally look at the ring and start to describe it to him…
It's just a plastic ring with a blue….I stop talking and look a little more closely at the ring and realize it's the sapphire ring I saw months ago in a store in Newburyport. I don't remember if I tried the ring on when we saw it….I just remember looking at it and commenting on how much I liked it. It was a light blue single stone sapphire ring in its original setting…and the original setting had this engraving on it, looked like wheat, indicative of rings from the turn of the century to the Depression Era.
I look at Sean with my mouth open but no words come out. He's sitting in his chair looking at me with this goofy grin
I remember hearing him say A ring?
I nod
Do you know what kind of ring it is?
I still can't speak
Maria, it's THE ring, it's your ring…..it's the ring you wanted……marry me?
At that moment, the fireworks start to go off…..swear to God…..and I smiled and nodded and stared at the ring……
Sean may or may not have kissed me, and I may or may not have kissed him.....but at some point, either Sean or I slipped the ring on my finger and Sean had his hand over mine….every few minutes, I looked at my hand to make sure there was in fact a ring on it……and 20 minutes later, I looked at Sean and said
Did I say yes yet?
He smiled, nodded and said we're getting married
I may or may not have raised my arms above my head and shouted I'm Engaged!
I may or may not have cried
I may or may not have said yes
But I did make the best decision I could have made…..
And that red, white and blue lei is still looped on the arm of my camp chair…..
*sigh*
I love the 4th of July
Maria the Mum
____________________________________________________________________________
I love being an American
I love America
I love Uncle Sam, Betsy Ross and George Washington
I love apple pie, hot dogs, peanuts, Cracker Jacks, and baseball
I love the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence
I love Fort Knox, the White House and the Library of Congress
I love my freedom of choice and my right to vote
I love the Flag and I have no problem pledging Allegiance
I love the Boston Pops, the Rockettes and Vaudeville
I love sparklers and fireworks
And I love the 4th of July
The 4th of July is by far my most favorite holiday
I look forward to it every year: the overt and yes exaggerated patriotism (though mine is year round), the red, white and blue bunting, the block parties, the patriotic music, the re-enactments, the fireworks……I love the 4th of July
We spend our 4th of July in Boston: we start at Government Center where the flag is raised; a military band and chorus perform and then follow the Parade to the Old Granary Burying Ground where wreaths are laid on the graves of John Hancock, Samuel Adams, and Paul Revere. We proceed to the Old State House where the Declaration of Independence is read from the balcony. Patriotic songs are sung, flags are waved, and children's faces are painted. We walk down to Faneuil Hall where bands play, re-enactors perform and if you're lucky, you'll see the Tea Party in full swing. We watch the USS Constitution turn around in the Harbor and hear the 21 gun salute. We watch the Tall Ships and see more re-enactments. We go to the North End and visit the Church and Paul Revere's old stomping grounds. We take in as much as we possibly can until we're tired and hot and head home for a rest…..only to go back out at dusk to perch ourselves in a field and watch fireworks. And when we get home, we're always in time to watch the Boston Pops on TV as they perform their Fourth of July Concert on the Esplanade with the Fireworks Spectacular in the background
I love the 4th of July
And Sean loves me so it only stands to reason he chose the 4th of July to propose…..
July 4th, 2006:
After a full day in Boston, we stopped at home for an hour lounge and then headed out the door to the fireworks in North Reading. As much as I love fireworks and the 4th of July, I am not up for the craziness on the Esplanade so a local firework display works just fine for us. As we're getting ready to walk out the door, Sean announces he needs a snack to take with him – I'm at the door sort of tapping my foot as (I think) we're running late and I want to hurry up and get there.
Come on I prod, let's get going!
He stops at the snack bowl on the side board and chooses a box of Cracker Jacks.
I remember thinking, in between taps of my foot trying to get him to hurry up, I love that he likes Cracker Jacks, such an American snack…..and I love him for embracing my favorite holiday as he has and indulging me in all we do on the 4th of July…..
Why is this a big deal you ask? Why is she pointing out he likes Cracker Jacks and what is the big deal about him going to see firework? Well, for those not aware, Sean is English….as in from England not of English descent. As in he has an accent, calls an elevator a lift, says pasta and basil weirdly, says Cheers instead of thank you or good bye sometimes, sings God Save the Queen instead of God Bless America, has tea in the afternoon and calls soccer football and football daft…and he uses words like daft…..and wanker
So he snatches up his box of Cracker Jacks and we head to North Reading. At this point, I am bouncing around in the car like a kid…I LOVE fireworks. I had been borderline cranky earlier in the day because it was so damn hot but I snapped out of it – now I was just punchy…..and I could not wait to see fireworks and if I was lucky, there would be cotton candy…..
We park at the High School and take the bus down to the Park where they show the fireworks with our camp chairs in tow. We set up our chairs and wandered through the little fairground…..I can't remember if I got cotton candy but I do remember getting a fan and a red white and blue lei from a local politician. We made our way back to our chairs and Sean hooked the lei around the arm of my chair for me.
Sean announced he was hungry and opened up his Crack Jacks. I saw him toss a couple pieces in his mouth and I wondered aloud when the fireworks were going to start.
I can't get my prize out he says to me
What?
My prize, I can't get my prize out, can you get it for me? he extends the box over to me
Are you kidding me? I ask. Really honey, you want the prize?
Can you just help me? he asks shaking the box at me
I take the box from him and sort of peer in trying to catch a glimpse of the infamous red and white striped prize package we all know so well.
I reach in to move a few pieces of popcorn and realize it's all soggy and gross. I throw the pieces to the ground and inform Sean the Cracker Jacks are no good…
They're soggy Sean, just throw them out…I'm not sure why they're like that but you should just throw them out.
But I want the prize….
Seriously Sean…the Crack Jacks are all soggy and sticky and gross. I don't want to put my hand in there….
I was really looking forward to the prize….
We have another box at home; you can just get the prize out of that one. I scan the field looking for a trash can
CAN YOU JUST GET ME THE PRIZE MARIA?!?!?!
Alright!
I start fishing around in the box again and finally see the prize in a clear plastic pouch at the bottom of the box. At first glance, I think it's a keychain. In my head I think he's not going to want some silly key chain; he was probably hoping for a tattoo or one of those little hologram things.
I tell him it's a crappy prize and he won't want it
Well can I see it? he asks.
With a sigh, I shake the soggy nasty popcorn aside and reach in and pull out the bag with the prize in it
Funny I think to myself, where is the red and white wrapper? This just looks like a plastic baggy
Here honey, I say without really looking at it, it's a ring
What kind of ring?
I don't know I say trying to hand it to him, just some ring……I'm actually boredline annoyed he won't take teh stupid prize he made me fish around for me and now my fingers are all sticky...
What kind of ring?
He's not relenting so I finally look at the ring and start to describe it to him…
It's just a plastic ring with a blue….I stop talking and look a little more closely at the ring and realize it's the sapphire ring I saw months ago in a store in Newburyport. I don't remember if I tried the ring on when we saw it….I just remember looking at it and commenting on how much I liked it. It was a light blue single stone sapphire ring in its original setting…and the original setting had this engraving on it, looked like wheat, indicative of rings from the turn of the century to the Depression Era.
I look at Sean with my mouth open but no words come out. He's sitting in his chair looking at me with this goofy grin
I remember hearing him say A ring?
I nod
Do you know what kind of ring it is?
I still can't speak
Maria, it's THE ring, it's your ring…..it's the ring you wanted……marry me?
At that moment, the fireworks start to go off…..swear to God…..and I smiled and nodded and stared at the ring……
Sean may or may not have kissed me, and I may or may not have kissed him.....but at some point, either Sean or I slipped the ring on my finger and Sean had his hand over mine….every few minutes, I looked at my hand to make sure there was in fact a ring on it……and 20 minutes later, I looked at Sean and said
Did I say yes yet?
He smiled, nodded and said we're getting married
I may or may not have raised my arms above my head and shouted I'm Engaged!
I may or may not have cried
I may or may not have said yes
But I did make the best decision I could have made…..
And that red, white and blue lei is still looped on the arm of my camp chair…..
*sigh*
I love the 4th of July
Maria the Mum
My heart was all a flutter
Lucy has not been sleeping well for a few days so suffice to say, we are a bit sleep deprived. Add that to how busy work has been for both of us, the rising cost of heating oil (we just filled our tank last week) and the everyday stresses of life (Sean's commute, my battle with the scale, Lucy's need to push every single button both her parents have) and it's safe to say that I'm a bit close to the edge.
Tuesday was a particularly stressful day at work. By 3, my brain was fried and I actually said out loud now would be a great time for Day Care to call me and tell me I have to come get Lucy...anything to get me out of here. I said it in jest...but 20 minutes later, Day Care called me
Lucy was fine, no fever but they wanted me to be aware she had been a bit off all day, did not eat lunch and spent most of her nap coughing. So I told Jackie I'd finish up what I was doing and head over early to get her.
Now what I was doing was re-doing something someone had already done - it took him days to do it and I had about 2 hours to pull it all together...from scratch...I was midway through when Jackie called and my boss called 30 minutes after that wanting to know where I was with it - 30 more minutes I said, I'm almost there. He wanted to know if there were a lot of mistakes; was the first number really that far off?? I snorted, he grunted, I told him he'd have it in his email within 30, 45 minutes tops.
I hit send less than 40 minutes later, flew out the door with a hard copy in my hand and dialed my boss's number before I was even in the car. We were on the phone for the 12 minutes it took me to get to Day Care and by the time I hung up, I was in a tizzy.....just because I can't believe some of the shenanigans we have to deal with....and the fact that I had to re-do something that was started 3 weeks ago...and I did it in 2 hours...
I was still a bit nerved up from rushing through it...and then started thinking of what I needed to do when I got home (Lucy settled, run to the grocery store as Sean was having a work colleague over for dinner Wednesday, make lunches, clean up the house a bit and try to get a load of laundry in....) and got myself all flustered inside. But I took a deep breath, retrieved Lucy (who was fine) and we sang songs all the way home.
When we pulled into the Circle when Lucy announced she wanted to see Pat. We were home early and it had been a few days since we had seen Pat so we wandered next door and had a 20 minute visit
Lucy played with the puppies while I chatted with Pat and her boyfriend Tom.....who Lucy insists on calling Thomas...makes me laugh when she says Hi Thomas! or asks Pat Where's Thomas? She sound sounds so prim and proper....watching a 2.5 year old address a 60+ man as Thomas when everyone around him calls him Tom is totally worth the price of admission
As the visit wore on, Lucy got a bit more defiant and wound up so when it was time to head home, Lucy was in full blown I'm not doing what you say mode. She proceeded to have a 15 minute temper tantrum complete with shrieking, tears, pushing me away, throwing herself on the floor and clinging to Pat's leg. I finally pried her off Pat, thanked them for their hospitality, wrestled Lucy next door into our house and deposited said screaming daughter on the floor in the living room.
I got her dinner ready while she worked out her issues...which she did so my screaming, shrieking and crying at an even louder level than when we were next door. After 7.5 minutes of ignoring her, she stopped. By then, dinner was on the table, Sean was home and I was cleaning up the kitchen. Sean coaxed Lucy to the table, wrote up my grocery list and I was on my way.
Before I left, I went into the pantry to get the shopping bags. As I bent over, I felt this fluttering motion in my chest...did not really think anything of it...I felt it again when I went to get in the car and adjust my scarf thinking that maybe one of the little tassels on the end was just brushing my skin...but it wasn't
By the time I got to the grocery store, I felt the flutter like 3 or 4 more times.....I chalked it up to stress, too much coffee and having not eaten dinner yet. But by aisle 3, I was starting to think something worse was happening to me: my chest was all fluttery, my head was throbbing, I was light headed and my vision started to play tricks on me....like I started seeing bright lights and possibly an angel...some large form floating above me in any case.....
By aisle 5, I was ready to call Sean or start yelling 911 when this phone conversation popped into my head that I had with my mother me years ago while I was living in Illinois.......
She phoned me to tell me about how at work that day she thought she was having heart attack. Apparently, she was having short, sharp jabs of pain in her chest all morning and then, when she was leaning over her drafting table working, the pain went from being a sharp jab to a constant dull pain.....she decided to go into the ladies room and just take a breather, maybe throw some cold water on her face. As she pulled the bathroom door open with her left hand, the pain was searing! She splashed some water on her face and as she reached for a paper towel, felt the sharp pain again. At this point, she was convinced she was having a heart attack and for whatever reason, as she tells the story, she looked down into her shirt expecting to see her heart exploding out of her chest as that's how intense the pain was.......
Instead, she saw the wire from her under wire bra had torn through the material and was jabbing her in the chest......
So every time she reached for something, the wire was jabbing her thus causing a sharp pain.
Then, when she was motionless over a drawing she was reviewing, the wire was simply pushing against her chest causing a constant dull pain.
No heart attack, just a wardrobe malfunction.
So by aisle 5, like I said I was a mess: fluttering chest, woozy, light headed, seeing bright lights and some form floating above me....so I did what my mother did, I looked down my shirt expecting to see my heart exploding out of my chest.............................
Instead, a moth the size of a pigeon flew out from my cleavage, up behind my glasses and landed on my head.....
At that exact moment, some lady walked by me, saw me waving my arms like a lunatic, stops in front of me and says
You have bug or something on your head
Then continues on her way
I stand there speechless trying to process what just happened....
So the fluttering was a moth living in my bra
The woozy light headiness was clearly psychological
So what about the bright lights and the form I saw floating above me?
At that moment, I see a couple Market Basket employees trying to position a big inflatable turkey on the end cap of the aisle I'm in.....and every time they moved the turkey, the light was blocked then unblocked
And the form I thought was an angel was clearly the turkey.......
Maria the Mum
Tuesday was a particularly stressful day at work. By 3, my brain was fried and I actually said out loud now would be a great time for Day Care to call me and tell me I have to come get Lucy...anything to get me out of here. I said it in jest...but 20 minutes later, Day Care called me
Lucy was fine, no fever but they wanted me to be aware she had been a bit off all day, did not eat lunch and spent most of her nap coughing. So I told Jackie I'd finish up what I was doing and head over early to get her.
Now what I was doing was re-doing something someone had already done - it took him days to do it and I had about 2 hours to pull it all together...from scratch...I was midway through when Jackie called and my boss called 30 minutes after that wanting to know where I was with it - 30 more minutes I said, I'm almost there. He wanted to know if there were a lot of mistakes; was the first number really that far off?? I snorted, he grunted, I told him he'd have it in his email within 30, 45 minutes tops.
I hit send less than 40 minutes later, flew out the door with a hard copy in my hand and dialed my boss's number before I was even in the car. We were on the phone for the 12 minutes it took me to get to Day Care and by the time I hung up, I was in a tizzy.....just because I can't believe some of the shenanigans we have to deal with....and the fact that I had to re-do something that was started 3 weeks ago...and I did it in 2 hours...
I was still a bit nerved up from rushing through it...and then started thinking of what I needed to do when I got home (Lucy settled, run to the grocery store as Sean was having a work colleague over for dinner Wednesday, make lunches, clean up the house a bit and try to get a load of laundry in....) and got myself all flustered inside. But I took a deep breath, retrieved Lucy (who was fine) and we sang songs all the way home.
When we pulled into the Circle when Lucy announced she wanted to see Pat. We were home early and it had been a few days since we had seen Pat so we wandered next door and had a 20 minute visit
Lucy played with the puppies while I chatted with Pat and her boyfriend Tom.....who Lucy insists on calling Thomas...makes me laugh when she says Hi Thomas! or asks Pat Where's Thomas? She sound sounds so prim and proper....watching a 2.5 year old address a 60+ man as Thomas when everyone around him calls him Tom is totally worth the price of admission
As the visit wore on, Lucy got a bit more defiant and wound up so when it was time to head home, Lucy was in full blown I'm not doing what you say mode. She proceeded to have a 15 minute temper tantrum complete with shrieking, tears, pushing me away, throwing herself on the floor and clinging to Pat's leg. I finally pried her off Pat, thanked them for their hospitality, wrestled Lucy next door into our house and deposited said screaming daughter on the floor in the living room.
I got her dinner ready while she worked out her issues...which she did so my screaming, shrieking and crying at an even louder level than when we were next door. After 7.5 minutes of ignoring her, she stopped. By then, dinner was on the table, Sean was home and I was cleaning up the kitchen. Sean coaxed Lucy to the table, wrote up my grocery list and I was on my way.
Before I left, I went into the pantry to get the shopping bags. As I bent over, I felt this fluttering motion in my chest...did not really think anything of it...I felt it again when I went to get in the car and adjust my scarf thinking that maybe one of the little tassels on the end was just brushing my skin...but it wasn't
By the time I got to the grocery store, I felt the flutter like 3 or 4 more times.....I chalked it up to stress, too much coffee and having not eaten dinner yet. But by aisle 3, I was starting to think something worse was happening to me: my chest was all fluttery, my head was throbbing, I was light headed and my vision started to play tricks on me....like I started seeing bright lights and possibly an angel...some large form floating above me in any case.....
By aisle 5, I was ready to call Sean or start yelling 911 when this phone conversation popped into my head that I had with my mother me years ago while I was living in Illinois.......
She phoned me to tell me about how at work that day she thought she was having heart attack. Apparently, she was having short, sharp jabs of pain in her chest all morning and then, when she was leaning over her drafting table working, the pain went from being a sharp jab to a constant dull pain.....she decided to go into the ladies room and just take a breather, maybe throw some cold water on her face. As she pulled the bathroom door open with her left hand, the pain was searing! She splashed some water on her face and as she reached for a paper towel, felt the sharp pain again. At this point, she was convinced she was having a heart attack and for whatever reason, as she tells the story, she looked down into her shirt expecting to see her heart exploding out of her chest as that's how intense the pain was.......
Instead, she saw the wire from her under wire bra had torn through the material and was jabbing her in the chest......
So every time she reached for something, the wire was jabbing her thus causing a sharp pain.
Then, when she was motionless over a drawing she was reviewing, the wire was simply pushing against her chest causing a constant dull pain.
No heart attack, just a wardrobe malfunction.
So by aisle 5, like I said I was a mess: fluttering chest, woozy, light headed, seeing bright lights and some form floating above me....so I did what my mother did, I looked down my shirt expecting to see my heart exploding out of my chest.............................
Instead, a moth the size of a pigeon flew out from my cleavage, up behind my glasses and landed on my head.....
At that exact moment, some lady walked by me, saw me waving my arms like a lunatic, stops in front of me and says
You have bug or something on your head
Then continues on her way
I stand there speechless trying to process what just happened....
So the fluttering was a moth living in my bra
The woozy light headiness was clearly psychological
So what about the bright lights and the form I saw floating above me?
At that moment, I see a couple Market Basket employees trying to position a big inflatable turkey on the end cap of the aisle I'm in.....and every time they moved the turkey, the light was blocked then unblocked
And the form I thought was an angel was clearly the turkey.......
Maria the Mum
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Lucy in Pictures
Not far from our house, 2 miles up Route 38 to be exact and then a right onto 62, is a really great Park that we are big fans of....there are 4 things that make this a kick ass park and one of Lucy's favorite places to go:
1. Really cool playground equipment including a dragon slide and swings that go really high!
2.There is a pond where we can watch the ducks and geese and look for whales (we have yet to see a whale but sometimes we see frogs)
3. It is next door to the Public Safety Building and if the front garage doors are open, the firemen have no problem with you coming in and wandering around - very cool for a little girl who LOVES fire engines, fire hydrants and ambulances....added bonus: if your kid gets hurt, you can just yell 911 and someone will come running
4. There is a Gazebo that doubles as Lucy's Clubhouse - it's invitation only
Back in August, the Parent Group from Lucy's Day Care (which I love so much I wish it were my Day Care....like I wish I could go there....as a student....not even as a teacher....) sponsored an Ice Cream Social at the Park so we wandered up and met Kevin, Lori and Caiti
Lori was snapping pictures and like Sean, has an uncanny ability to take some gorgeous photos.....she sent me some a week or so ago and below are my two new favorites...the second one may be my all time favorite, it is quintessential Lucy...the first one is right before she burst out in her full body bout of laughter...oh how I adore her!
Thank you Lori for capturing my daughter in the essence of her being......
Maria the Mum
1. Really cool playground equipment including a dragon slide and swings that go really high!
2.There is a pond where we can watch the ducks and geese and look for whales (we have yet to see a whale but sometimes we see frogs)
3. It is next door to the Public Safety Building and if the front garage doors are open, the firemen have no problem with you coming in and wandering around - very cool for a little girl who LOVES fire engines, fire hydrants and ambulances....added bonus: if your kid gets hurt, you can just yell 911 and someone will come running
4. There is a Gazebo that doubles as Lucy's Clubhouse - it's invitation only
Back in August, the Parent Group from Lucy's Day Care (which I love so much I wish it were my Day Care....like I wish I could go there....as a student....not even as a teacher....) sponsored an Ice Cream Social at the Park so we wandered up and met Kevin, Lori and Caiti
Lori was snapping pictures and like Sean, has an uncanny ability to take some gorgeous photos.....she sent me some a week or so ago and below are my two new favorites...the second one may be my all time favorite, it is quintessential Lucy...the first one is right before she burst out in her full body bout of laughter...oh how I adore her!
Thank you Lori for capturing my daughter in the essence of her being......
Maria the Mum
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Let the Wild Rumpus Start!
One of Lucy's favorite books is Where the Wild Things Are. As with many of her favorite books, she has memorized and can recite certain passage from this story
On the way home Friday, Lucy and I stopped at the grocery store to pick up a couple necessities (read frozen pizza) We stopped at Stop and Shop just down the street from the house and though it is not out usual market choice, it's close to home and easy to get in and out of.
As we made our way through the store to the frozen food aisle, Lucy was jabbering away much to the amusement of the two women who were in front of us and the man who walked into the store with us from the parking lot:
Mama!!! Maybe we'll see some animals! Lucy declared with such pure joy, hope and honesty in her voice it made my heart melt...and it made the people around us grin.....she was holding my hand and sort of hopping/jumping as we walked along
Maybe Lucy, I responded. What kind of animals do you think we might see in the grocery store?
Without hesitating or thinking she blurts out loudly Maybe a lion and a tiger!
Maybe I say with a hint of chuckle......I also hear one of the women giggle and the man laughs aloud. The third woman murmurs with a smile I hope not!
Lucy continues on: Yeah Mama! Maybe a lion and a tiger!!!! Yeah Mama! I love lions and tigers!
What should we do if we see a lion and tiger? I ask, What should we say?
At this point, we've come to a stand still and the other three adults have also stopped and are pretending to look for frozen entrees but really, the four of us were watching Lucy
Lucy jumps to a stop and says at the top of her little voice and with her arms above her head:
I will say BE STILL!!! she lowers her arms so her hands are in front of her and she is sort of waving them at the "lion and tiger"
She drops to just above a whisper and crouches ever so slightly and continues on...
And then I will tame them with a magic trick!!!!!! (she sort of waves her hands about and raises her voice as she says this)
I will look into their eyes and not even blink or make googly eyes! (googly eyes in Lucy's world is when she winks at someone)
At this point, one of the woman is literally shaking with laughter...I'm trying to look all engrossed in what she is saying, the second woman is just staring with a grin on her face and the man looks confused and amused at the same time.
Lucy, unaware of her audience continues on her narrative.....with great authority, and kicking one leg in the air karate chop style while waving her arms she YELLS:
And then I will tell them LET THE WILD RUMPUS START!!!!!!
And they will dance with me!!!! at which point she does a quick two step and then jumps to a stop.
I am mesmerized, one of the woman has disappeared down the next aisle and can be heard laughing, the other woman smiles and says to no one in particular Just what I'd do if I came across a lion and tiger in Stop and Shop...
And the man looks at me and says
For the first time in my life, I want kids......
Maria the Mum
On the way home Friday, Lucy and I stopped at the grocery store to pick up a couple necessities (read frozen pizza) We stopped at Stop and Shop just down the street from the house and though it is not out usual market choice, it's close to home and easy to get in and out of.
As we made our way through the store to the frozen food aisle, Lucy was jabbering away much to the amusement of the two women who were in front of us and the man who walked into the store with us from the parking lot:
Mama!!! Maybe we'll see some animals! Lucy declared with such pure joy, hope and honesty in her voice it made my heart melt...and it made the people around us grin.....she was holding my hand and sort of hopping/jumping as we walked along
Maybe Lucy, I responded. What kind of animals do you think we might see in the grocery store?
Without hesitating or thinking she blurts out loudly Maybe a lion and a tiger!
Maybe I say with a hint of chuckle......I also hear one of the women giggle and the man laughs aloud. The third woman murmurs with a smile I hope not!
Lucy continues on: Yeah Mama! Maybe a lion and a tiger!!!! Yeah Mama! I love lions and tigers!
What should we do if we see a lion and tiger? I ask, What should we say?
At this point, we've come to a stand still and the other three adults have also stopped and are pretending to look for frozen entrees but really, the four of us were watching Lucy
Lucy jumps to a stop and says at the top of her little voice and with her arms above her head:
I will say BE STILL!!! she lowers her arms so her hands are in front of her and she is sort of waving them at the "lion and tiger"
She drops to just above a whisper and crouches ever so slightly and continues on...
And then I will tame them with a magic trick!!!!!! (she sort of waves her hands about and raises her voice as she says this)
I will look into their eyes and not even blink or make googly eyes! (googly eyes in Lucy's world is when she winks at someone)
At this point, one of the woman is literally shaking with laughter...I'm trying to look all engrossed in what she is saying, the second woman is just staring with a grin on her face and the man looks confused and amused at the same time.
Lucy, unaware of her audience continues on her narrative.....with great authority, and kicking one leg in the air karate chop style while waving her arms she YELLS:
And then I will tell them LET THE WILD RUMPUS START!!!!!!
And they will dance with me!!!! at which point she does a quick two step and then jumps to a stop.
I am mesmerized, one of the woman has disappeared down the next aisle and can be heard laughing, the other woman smiles and says to no one in particular Just what I'd do if I came across a lion and tiger in Stop and Shop...
And the man looks at me and says
For the first time in my life, I want kids......
Maria the Mum
Thursday, November 3, 2011
The Prompt
Mama Kat’s writing prompts came out Monday….and I have not written a word.
I wonder……….if I won the lottery, would I appreciate my life as much as I do right now?
Would I still relish the time spent collecting rocks, hunting for acorns, painting, coloring, drawing on the sidewalk with chalk?
Would I still love combing through the piles of books for the perfect story?
Would watching the same movie 7 times in a row still amuse me?
Would I still look forward to the 20 minutes after bath and before bed when we sing and dance in Lucy’s room?
Would I still savor the quiet time Sean and I have in the evening after Lucy has gone to bed, we’ve made lunches, cleaned up the messes and maybe (but probably not) folded the laundry?
Would I still look forward to our weekends….our trips to the park, the zoo, the farm, Target, or the bookstore…?
Would I still want to go feed the ducks at the pond, go to Pet Smart to visit the puppy dogs or just take a drive to see what we see?
I got to walk down the aisle to take the hand of someone who loves me in spite of my faults and flaws because in his eyes, my good stuff cancels out the bad stuff….and in my eyes, I could not imagine life without him..and in front of God, our families and our friends, he said so….and so did I…in front of God, we declared our vows….
Maria the Mum
I have not written a word since last week. Not because nothing good has happened…because I have no interest in doing much of anything….because work (my job) is sucking my will to live……..I’m not kidding about this. It is literally sucking my will to live….and I think the more I work, the dumber I get……
Right now, I live for 5pm…..because I know by 5:20, I’ll have Lucy in my arms….because by 5:25, she’ll be in the car jibber jabbing all the way home about Rika and Ali and Jackie and Logan and Caiti and Molly…and by 5:30, the stink of the day is gone and I remember why I do what I do…for Lucy….and for Sean…so we have what we need…and we want what we have….Nonetheless, I'd like to win the lottery….I want to win the lottery. Not so I can stay home and eat bon bons….just so we can pay off the house, pay off any debt we may have, put away money for Lucy’s future (and by future, I do not mean set her up for the rest of her life. I mean enough money for her college education….she has to earn her keep just like Sean and I did) and I can drop to part time……that’s all I want to do is work part time…and I don’t even care where I work (ideally, I’d like to become a substitute teacher or the lunch lady)
I wouldn’t take a fancy trip, buy a new car (I love my Corolla) or have plastic surgery (though I would consider lipo for my arms)….I just want to be able to be there to send Lucy off to school in the morning and to meet her at the bus stop when she comes home. I want to be able to go to her school plays, her school concerts and all her games she may play in. I want to be able to stay home when she is sick and not feel guilty about it. I want to have a hot meal on the table when Sean gets home from work (because if we win the lottery, he still wants to work…he’s got this creative side that needs to be kept busy…) I want to have the laundry folded the same day I take it out of the dryer….and I’d like to take it out of the dryer the same day I put it in…….and I wouldn’t mind a bon bon or two.I wonder……….if I won the lottery, would I appreciate my life as much as I do right now?
Would I still relish the time spent collecting rocks, hunting for acorns, painting, coloring, drawing on the sidewalk with chalk?
Would I still love combing through the piles of books for the perfect story?
Would watching the same movie 7 times in a row still amuse me?
Would I still look forward to the 20 minutes after bath and before bed when we sing and dance in Lucy’s room?
Would I still savor the quiet time Sean and I have in the evening after Lucy has gone to bed, we’ve made lunches, cleaned up the messes and maybe (but probably not) folded the laundry?
Would I still look forward to our weekends….our trips to the park, the zoo, the farm, Target, or the bookstore…?
Would I still want to go feed the ducks at the pond, go to Pet Smart to visit the puppy dogs or just take a drive to see what we see?
Would we still turn the back yard into a water park and have picnics on the floor in front of the TV eating out of a pizza box?
Yes, I think so…….no matter what, I will appreciate the life I have because I’ve been blessed and I’ve known love and joy...and it just gets better as time goes on. I have a husband and a daughter, a job and a house
I have food on my table, gas in my car and clothes on my back
I have unconditional love....I get it even if the laundry is not folded, dinner is cold and I sing off key……OK I may be pushing it with the singing thing….I’m really bad at singing
I got to have a baby…I got to create a life…I got to hold a little newborn in my arms and realize that she is mine to keep and love forever…and hopefully she’ll keep and love me forever tooI got to walk down the aisle to take the hand of someone who loves me in spite of my faults and flaws because in his eyes, my good stuff cancels out the bad stuff….and in my eyes, I could not imagine life without him..and in front of God, our families and our friends, he said so….and so did I…in front of God, we declared our vows….
I’ve known love and bliss….I’m a Mum and a Wife
I’ve been blessed….I’m a Mum….and a Wife……And that, my friends, answers prompt #1 from Mama Kat: 1.) Did you create a list of 22 things you’ve done in your life last week? This week, choose one item from your list and elaborate! We want the story.
(See my list here)Maria the Mum
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