Wednesday, October 29, 2008

The arrival of fall

I read a couple of blogs pretty regularly (for me, anyway). I am amazed at the writers for being interesting day after day; more specifically, I'm amazed at the way they're able to make every-day things sound so fun that I wish I'd been there. I'm guessing that their lives sometimes feel uninteresting, and yet they're able to glean the sparkly bits of their days. This makes me realize that I have sparkly bits of days, too, and that I have endless opportunities for other sparkly bits of days, and that I need to recognize, be grateful for and make the most of those sparkly bits.

Along those lines, we took Aidan to a pumpkin patch on Sunday. He liked the corn box (like a sandbox, but kernels of dried corn are used instead of sand), and some of the other things were cool, too. They had slides and climbing, a maze, and a hayride. By far his favorite part of the day by far was "driving" a huge tractor. It was stationary, but he was so excited by the shifters and the big steering wheel, that he didn't mind. He was beaming from ear to ear.

My favorite part, other than picking out pumpkins to carve and spending some time with my two favorite boys, was when he spotted some painted plywood cutouts of animals. He saw the cow and yelled, "MOooooo!" and such. When he saw the horsies, though, it was really too much for him. He yelled "Neeeiiiiiighhhhhhhhh" and took off full tilt to go see them. When he got to the "herd," he asked for help - he wanted us to hoist him up so he could ride them. Of course, we couldn't - nowhere to sit on the edge of plywood, but he couldn't understand why we wouldn't hoist him up there.

Speaking of Aidan's animal noises (I read recently, that if you start that way, people will naturally follow without realizing that you hadn't actually been speaking of his animal noises), he'll be dressing as a lion for Halloween this year. Roar! His roar is very ferocious

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

as much boy as baby?

My boy. My beautiful little boy. He's growing up, faster than the speed of light.

He's started telling us "no" this week - I know; for everyone else with kids, this is no big news, but it's new to us. He's very emphatic about what he wants and doesn't want, and he knows exactly what that is. I have no idea where he gets that trait.

He's looking quite grown up, thanks in part to a new haircut. Put him in a pair of jeans with his gym shoes and a polo, and he could be a preschooler. Ugh!

He's got grown-up interests, too. He's into helping in the kitchen, pushing a chair so that he can reach the counter. He loves helping in any way he can, throwing away trash (including his own diapers) and putting recycling in the bin. He uses his mower outside, and helps put leaves into bags. He's a very eager helper. Yesterday in Target he did something I remember doing as a kid - hiding in the clothes racks underneath the clothes.

It's all happening so quickly. I know it's never going to slow down, but I'm still surprised by how quickly it goes by.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

the real story

OK, there's something I've not been telling you. It happened at the wedding.

As you saw, my sis was gorgeous, and she wore very long gloves. As she was putting them on, she took off her (vintage, of course) engagement ring and handed it to me to hold. It was too small for my ring finger and too big for my pinky, so I put it on the pinky and tried to concentrate on it. After that came the whirlwind during which I tried to make everything perfect for her and deflect any type of question or concern that might distract her from total bliss and happiness. I ran all over the venue, inside and with pictures outside, really all over.

A brief aside: I'd promised my brother, who'd gotten ordained online so that he could perform the ceremony, $100 if he'd start out the wedding with "mawage." If you're not a Princess Bride fan, you should be, and you wouldn't understand that. If you are, wouldn't that be awesome? So we get into place, and my brother starts out "mawage. Mawage is that bwessed ewent that bwings us togevah today." I said under my breath, "$100," but he refuses to take my money because my sister set it up with him months ago. I don't care what anyone says - my sibs are cool!

Anyway, flash forwad to mid-wedding. I'm standing there and realize that I'm no longer wearing her ring. I'm not wearing it and I have no idea where it is. I'm going through the day in my head, and I know I've been everywhere, but I can't imagine how I did what I've done - lose the ring. It's really not like me to do that. I forget little things all the time, and I can be absent minded, but I don't forget or lose really important things like that. I just don't. Immediately after the ceremony, I tell my sister-in-law, my hubby, and my dad. During the photos, the three of us are making excuses to leave repeatedly, and are tearing apart every place we can think of. My dad and I are in the room where all the women had gotten ready, my hubby was walking along the street, we were trying everything. In my head, I was trying to figure out how long I could go before telling her. I knew that once she knew, the entire wedding would be ruined, and I wanted her to have as many good memories of it as she could. I was sick and miserable. I couldn't believe what I had done.

We were having no luck searching, and finally my dad said to my mom, "She lost her ring." My mom looked at my and said, "she's wearing her rings." Dad told her, "no, the bride's ring." My mom came over and asked what ring we'd been looking for, and I told her it was my sis' engagement ring. Mom said, "You gave it to me hours ago - I'm wearing it." I tell you, to this day I have no memory of that. I had a whole conversation with Mom when I told her that I was worried because the ring was loose on my pinky, and I didn't want to lose it. Mom said she'd wear it because she could put it under her gloves and it wouldn't come off. I guess I'd been concentrating so much on making her day go well that I put that conversation out of my mind once I'd dealt with the situation. I'm a little concerned about the pictures that were taken during that time. I'm sure I look in pain - I was in pain.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

a lugnut?

As I was walking to my client's office today, I had to cross a street with a brick walkway. I was wearing heels (if you know me, try not to be surprised), and I felt my heel get stuck in between the bricks. I wasn't happy about this on several levels - first, the light might have changed soon; second, the shoes fastened to my feet, so a quick escape wasn't plausible; third, I didn't want to have to sit down in the street (one of the busiest in our city) and take my shoe off to get away.

Luckily, after a short struggle, I was able to free my heel, but I heard a weird clicking which is usually an indication that the rubber part of the heel is gone and that you're walking on the nail only. Great - first thing in the morning. When I got to the sidewalk, I looked down, and the indication was wrong. I hadn't lost a heel, I'd gained a lugnut.

Somehow, a single lugnut was sitting upright in the middle of the walkway. Beyond that, somehow my heel fit into it exactly. Furthermore, I somehow stepped squarely into the middle of said lugnut. How is that possible? What's the likelihood? I unscrewed the rusty lugnut from my new shoe and carried it in with me. I'm thinking it must be a good-luck charm.