Monday, March 29, 2010

To my Third Wonder of the World





Dear Baby,


You are still so abstract. It's funny.

You began as an early morning test.

A squeal.

Your father doing his signature fast-hands-together-swish-thingy, with a pat on the back (I believe the words, "Yes! It's still working!" were thrown in somewhere).

A kiss and an 'I love you'.

A few phone calls, and plenty of congratulations. But I won't lie. Third children get screwed out of the most enthusiastic celebratory moments. But you can't blame people. I guess they start getting worried about the consumption of natural resources around child 3. All I can say is: you people should thank me for the type of children I'm putting on this earth. They don't know how awesome you really are. Only we will. And so, we were plenty celebratory enough.

Now you are vomit. And nausea. And lots and lots of complaining. Crying. Weeping. Wailing. A dirty home, and lots and lots of help from family and friends. Tonight, Gamma and Pop even scheduled a Family Home Evening over at our house: to fold our laundry.

Bless them, you're really going to love your Grandparents (both sets). And Aunts and Uncles too. Auntie Mal is here now, helping with your sisters. Forrest delivered Velveeta Mac and Cheese yesterday, breaking the Sabbath and sacrificing his very own soul to deliver me the only food that sounded stomach-able. I told him Kraft wouldn't do. Only Velveeta, and strawberry Jello. (Daddy was out of town).

But most of all, you are you. And I get to learn who that is. From now, till the blessed day I get to see your face (Gosh, I can't wait for that day). And I am happy.

[Even through the puke] I really want you to know that.

I am happy.

And so grateful.

And I love you.

You are so very wanted.



Love,

Mom

Monday, March 22, 2010

Tell everyone you know!

My Dad announced his candidacy for NV Assembly District 32.

Whooo hoooo!

Check him out here, and tell everyone you know!


Thanks,

Rae











Thursday, March 18, 2010

Quotes of the Day

...

London

With her squeaky, raspy little voice while holding up our
footless, nude, chewed up Barbie without hair:


"Mom, da bobbies yook uggy."



(Mom, the barbies look ugly.)

...

Lily

Laughing about me telling her that "I love her to pieces.":


"Hahaha, aw Mom, you just cwackin' my butt out."


(Aw, Mom, you're just crackin' my butt out.) (?!)


...


Stumbled across these photos:

1. Oh how I CAN'T WAIT for summer in the backyard again.
2. Look at my kids! So little compared to now. Sigh, sniff.
(And yes, that is our new tree you see falling over in the background.)









Tuesday, March 16, 2010

The Big Day

Today was a momentous day. For a girl in our family, it marks a new dawn, a special beginning, a real lady tradition: the induction into the
Country Garden Lunch Society.

The Country Garden Restaurant has been a favorite since I was a little girl, when my Mom first brought me. I crossed my legs and ordered with a gracious "Please" and "Thank you(s)". We sipped the cinnamon tea and ate Chicken Almond sandwiches with Miramonte Salad. We exclaimed "Oh my!" to the fabulous dessert platter. We discussed clothing and accessories and boys and all manners of delightfully trivial gossip.

It was all, and still is, so very Anne of Green Gables. For years now: Saturday lunch dates, girlfriend gatherings, bridal showers, baby showers, Christmas season kick-offs, and summer afternoons dining underneath the ivy on the back terrace of this restaurant have been a long part of our female repertoire.

It's as necessary as a good lipstick...it is the ultimate place where ladies lunch.

Lily-Lu is now four, and with this coming of age has shown that she is quite prepared for the manners required at the Society. She arrived in her new pink trench coat, nails freshly painted and adorned with flower stickers, and her sparkly purse filled with the necessities.



And who better to initiate her into our special tradition than her very own Grandmothers?!



It was a special day for just the three of them.
And as you can see, Lily enjoyed herself immensely.

Ta taaa darlings!





[Thank you Nonna & Gamma.]











Thursday, March 11, 2010

Saturday, March 6, 2010

To Gamma & Pop's we go....

This is what my children looked like last Wednesday when I dropped them off with my mother...thank the heavens for the unconditional love of a grandparent...

*Lily's commentary on her self-picked ensemble:


"Mom, evweebody is jus gonna look in aw car and say 'Oh my word! Seee is sooo cute!"
(Mom, everybody is just gonna look in our car and say,
'Oh my word! She is sooo cute!')



That's right, girls.
(Because the only person who is going to see you in our car will be Gamma.)



And love the poses, Lily. Love love love the poses.
I will be so sad the day you stop wetting your hair under the faucet (your favorite "beauty" technique), sneaking on my red lipstick, and twirling around the house in an outfit just like the one above...


You girls are my smiles.

So please, stop growing up so fast.



































Thursday, March 4, 2010

He Said, She Said: Tales of a head cold.


We really are quite a pair of weenies.
Wimpas grandas. Big fat sissies.

And we laid there in bed, yesterday eve, sulking and upset and miserable. Stuffed up and coughing and aching and feverish. We spoke through plugged noses, our voices crackled and nasal-y. I was feeling particularly sorry for myself. So busy and so sick...and to make matters worse, just two weeks ago I thought I had recovered from this same illness! Sinus and double ear infections. This surely added fuel to my brother's conviction that I am the weakling of our family. The evolutionary mal-adaptive. The naturally de-selected. Curse him.

"Ty, are we dying?"

"I dunno, maybe."

Silence. Fifteen minutes past, as we tried to fall asleep with our heads propped up high in pillows. Tyler broke the silence,

"Hey Rae...you awake?"

"Yes. But trying not to be.
I'm imagining myself lying in a lavender infused tepid pool, perched high up in the hills of Macedonia, overlooking the ocean....
I just finished my 90 minute hot stone massage and I am weightless...so weightless, as I float in the pool, inhaling the deliciously cleansing aromatic oils laced throughout the water...
The entire spa is white, all white stone - glittering as a backsplash to the sunlight, with only my bronze skin and lavender petals for color. I've just finished a light lunch of a caprese salad drizzled in a balsamic glaze, a flaky baguette, and an ice cold sparkling peach fizzy garnished with sprigs of rosemary...when I step out of the pool I...."


"Uhh, I just wanted you to check this out."

He turns on the light. Two fat wads of tissue are shoved up each of his nostrils, hanging down like walrus teeth. As he speaks, the tissues blow up and down with each excited breath.

"It's my booger catcher invention. It's awesome. Someday, I'm going to invent a tube that runs from your nose into a big bowl on the side of your bed, draining all the snot right out. Good idea huh?!"

Sigh. "Yes, it's brilliant dear."

"Goodnight, I love you."

"Night, love you too."