Monday, December 28, 2009

Sugar and Spice

What are little girls made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice
And all that’s nice,
That’s what little girls are made of.
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My mom seems to have won the guessing game to determine what gender of babies we would be having by guessing two girls.  I didn’t think it would be possible with the male dominated track record of the Williams clan but God must have seen the female element as a very much needed thing.  We had a very long and deeply-prodding ultrasound this morning trying to check that all was well with the babies.  They are in separate sacs, and everything is located in the very best of spots.  Their hearts are strong and the ultra sound technician said they were quite spunky little girls as they wiggled in every direction  possible to avoid compromising their modesty.  But she did it, she discovered their feminine qualities and caught it in sonar.  Oh, they were so cute!  I know they’re just little wigglers but still, those little legs, arms and face profiles are already enough to go goo-goo over.  Finally, I get to go to the “girl” aisle of the toy store, the pink section of the clothing stores, and I will have two people whom I alone can take to public restrooms. 

Now to start thinking of girl names, ah…where to start?  Reed and Douglas, each in separate interviews with me, both said I should name one Emily and the other Emma.  I thought it uncanny that they should both come up with the same name having not heard the other’s answers.  Douglas’ pre-knowledge of their gender’s choice had been for two boys, one to be called Mike and the other Michael.  “This is my brother Darrel and this is my other brother Darrel.”

We are so excited and so happy that they are healthy and all things are developing normally.  I hope my made up image of them playing nicely on the floor with dolls will be a real one.  Though, I’m sure in reality the dolls will end up going into battle with GI Joe and Buzz Lightyear, that is if Isaac has anything to say about it.  By the way, Isaac wants them to be named Fuzzhead and Tigerhead.

Baby A Baby A

Baby B Baby B (kept squirming and a bit sonar shy)

Leg One stinkin’ cute leg.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Kiss me under the mistletoad!

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I just love going to movies during the holidays and Christmas time is an especially fun time to go.  I tried really hard to be lazy today and going to see Disney’s The Princess and the Frog was a big part of achieving that goal.  What a delightful film!  Everyone, except for Isaac, enjoyed it.  Isaac’s complaint was that it was a “girl show,” though I still heard him laughing.  It had a wonderful story line, animation, humor, music, and  it even included a few important lessons for adults and children alike.  I totally recommend this “girl show” to anyone, even families with all male children like ours.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

i Love, i Adore, i Phone

Mama’s Losin’ It Challenge

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5.) Is your husband a gamer? Does your child have an obsession with dogs? (ahem) Does your friend talk constantly of her undying love for Edward? Write a poem to the item your loved one is obsessing over.

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You have the shape that many men adore

You’re podded and angled, how much could you store?

He loves you, adores you, and holds you all day

His eyes, his attention, is yours if you stay.

The apps, the music, the shiny grey screen

Will hold him, enchant him, as if in a dream.

Ah, life is so fragile, and love but a whim,

When true it is not, a lie you are to him.

Should all power fail, all generators die,

You would not survive and I know he’d cry.

In time he’ll recover, the shaky hands will calm

My hand will replace you, my voice be his balm.

He will go on, survive, and eventually thrive

A fine coaster from you he may soon derive

Where on a fine table you will ever remain

To stop perspiring cups from warping the wood grain.

Yes, you tempting device sent from my enemy Apple

You shall not have him or we will soon grapple.

Your corners, your screen, will be but a dream

Of days long gone when you were his queen.

One flush, one drop from a very great height

Will be your end, so say Nighty-night!

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

The Diaries of Adam and Eve

imageLately, I’ve been doing a little self-inflicted intervention to treat my addiction to fantasy novels.  In the attempt, I’ve been trying to read such things as Aristotle, my old German grammar textbooks, Homer’s The Iliad and The Odyssey, and works from author’s that everyone reads but I just haven’t gotten to.  So, I checked out a collection of short stories by Mark Twain on my last trip to the library.  I’d read the Huck Finn/Tom Sawyer stuff in high school, most of which I don’t remember, but not much else from Twain. 

Last night I started thumbing through the pages of this collection, looking for a story title that sounded interesting enough for my short attention span, and ran across The Diary of Adam and Eve (as translated by Mark Twain).  I mentioned the title to my husband Chris and we decided to read it aloud together.  Let me tell you, if you need a good abdominal workout, an absolute laughing-till-you’re-crying fit, read this short story and you’ll get it.  Here are a few excerpts, but I recommend you going to the library and checking it out yourself.  Really, I went like a whole minute where I couldn’t talk from laughing and then I’d look at the next line and a whole new round of hysterical laughter would start up again.  (note:  the story was actually written in two different times of Twain’s life.  The Adam part when he was in his late 50’s, while his beloved wife Olivia was sick.  The Eve entries when he was in his 70’s, soon after his wife’s death-- a beautiful love story between two very different creatures).

Extract from Adam’s Diary…

MONDAY.--This new creature with the long hair is a good deal in the way. It is always hanging around and following me about. I don't like this; I am not used to company. I wish it would stay with the other animals.... Cloudy today, wind in the east; think we shall have rain.... WE? Where did I get that word-- the new creature uses it…

TUESDAY.--Been examining the great waterfall. It is the finest thing on the estate, I think. The new creature calls it Niagara Falls-- why, I am sure I do not know. Says it LOOKS like Niagara Falls. That is not a reason, it is mere waywardness and imbecility. I get no chance to name anything myself. The new creature names everything that comes along, before I can get in a protest. And always that same pretext is offered--it LOOKS like the thing. There is a dodo, for instance. Says the moment one looks at it one sees at a glance that it "looks like a dodo." It will have to keep that name, no doubt. It wearies me to fret about it, and it does no good, anyway. Dodo! It looks no more like a dodo than I do…

WEDNESDAY.--Built me a shelter against the rain, but could not have it to myself in peace. The new creature intruded. When I tried to put it out it shed water out of the holes it looks with, and wiped it away with the back of its paws, and made a noise such as some of the other animals make when they are in distress. I wish it would not talk; it is always talking. That sounds like a cheap fling at the poor creature, a slur; but I do not mean it so. I have never heard the human voice before, and any new and strange sound intruding itself here upon the solemn hush of these dreaming solitudes offends my ear and seems a false note. And this new sound is so close to me; it is right at my shoulder, right at my ear, first on one side and then on the other, and I am used only to sounds that are more or less distant from me.

FRIDAY. The naming goes recklessly on, in spite of anything I can do. I had a very good name for the estate, and it was musical and pretty-- GARDEN OF EDEN. Privately, I continue to call it that, but not any longer publicly…

Extract from Eve’s Diary…

SATURDAY.-- I am almost a whole day old, now. I arrived yesterday. That is as it seems to me. And it must be so, for if there was a day-before-yesterday I was not there when it happened, or I should remember it. It could be, of course, that it did happen, and that I was not noticing. Very well; I will be very watchful now, and if any day-before-yesterdays happen I will make a note of it. It will be best to start right and not let the record get confused, for some instinct tells me that these details are going to be important to the historian some day. For I feel like an experiment, I feel exactly like an experiment; it would be impossible for a person to feel more like an experiment than I do, and so I am coming to feel convinced that that is what I AM--an experiment; just an experiment, and nothing more…

I followed the other Experiment around, yesterday afternoon, at a distance, to see what it might be for, if I could. But I was not able to make out. I think it is a man. I had never seen a man, but it looked like one, and I feel sure that that is what it is. I realize that I feel more curiosity about it than about any of the other reptiles. If it is a reptile, and I suppose it is; for it has frowzy hair and blue eyes, and looks like a reptile. It has no hips; it tapers like a carrot; when it stands, it spreads itself apart like a derrick; so I think it is a reptile, though it may be architecture…

I was afraid of it at first, and started to run every time it turned around, for I thought it was going to chase me; but by and by I found it was only trying to get away, so after that I was not timid any more, but tracked it along, several hours, about twenty yards behind, which made it nervous and unhappy. At last it was a good deal worried, and climbed a tree. I waited a good while, then gave it up and went home.

Today the same thing over. I've got it up the tree again…

NEXT WEEK SUNDAY.--All the week I tagged around after him and tried to get acquainted. I had to do the talking, because he was shy, but I didn't mind it. He seemed pleased to have me around, and I used the sociable "we" a good deal, because it seemed to flatter him to be included…

For a few more extracts, click on this link.  Otherwise, get yourself to the bookstore or library and pick it up.

Friday, December 11, 2009

“Charlie bit me”

This is one of my all time favorite youtube videos that I was just reminded of as my son sat watching one of his favorite cartoons, Charlie and Lola.  I kept pronouncing “Charlie” like this little boy does on the video clip and Isaac kept telling me not to.  Oh, well, to each their own imitation of a British accent.  Click here to see the video of "Charlie bit me."



Saturday, December 5, 2009

Of Mice and Melephants

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White Elephant Gift parties are so hilarious.  I’m in a book club, and because December is always so busy, the time we have for reading seems to be limited to recipe books, instructions written in Chinese for toy assembly, and Chinese language books.  Our leisurely reading time is all eaten up.  So, this year, we decided that we’d all watch a Christmas movie on our own time, and come together for a dinner party and a white elephant gift exchange.  Fortunately I escaped the portable toilet, the “Nana Saver” (a type of banana clip (not the kind you wear), cement leak sealer, Jacob/Edward towels, a floor tile inscribed with, “All things come back to ‘Twilight’,” and a meal pack designed by Buddy the Elf.  I ended up with an ABC Family Original Christmas movie called “Holiday in Handcuffs” starring Mario Lopez.  I kept it out of a twisted kind of morbid curiosity, and I will pass it on to another victim right after I’ve watched it.

As for our gift donations, Chris has a million odd computer items lurking about the house.  One of which was an old computer mouse which I thought was lacking just a little in personality and added a few bits and bobs for tonight’s presentation.  The guy who got it, I’m sure, will think it a treasure, or at least his daughters will.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

“I was good most of the time.”

Mama’s Losin’ It Challenge

3.) Open a letter to Santa Claus.

Douglas’ Letter to Santa

Click on the image, or on “Douglas’ Letter to Santa” above, to view this year’s letter written by one of my 7 year old sons to Santa.  Ah, how they have such hopes.  They must think Santa’s made of money or that Elf labor comes cheap.  By now, I’m sure the little guys are unionized and Santa has to cover, besides therapy for the vertically challenged, all of their dental, medical, and accidental reindeer encounter insurance.

imageA representation of the big guy included on the back of the letter.  My boy better have been a very good boy this year with those kinds of written wishes.

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