Friday, August 1, 2008

Portrait, vertical composition


August 1, 2008

Who said this kid is allowed to figure out standing up? We're very much not ready for this. She's had a mentor in daycare, so we know whom to blame. Goodness, those two are going to be trouble together. We have always known L wold have her sister as an instigator, but we've been so preoccupied with that notion we never thought about all the other sources of mischief with whom L is going to align herself. Look out, world! Another noteverstill girl is setting herself loose!
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Like a dirty martini, hold the vodka

It was not yet 8 am, and I was driving: the girls to daycare, me to work. And I was squeezing black olives. The juice was running down my arms.

Mama! the elder had called from the backseat. Can I have my bag so I can find something to eat right now?

The foods she eats – black beans, rice (but not together – those are Separate Foods) – so many of them are just not conducive to car eating. She rummaged and discarded, rummaged and discarded. The joys of being two: If I don’t want this, I’ll throw it on the floor! And Mama will just re-pack my bag again once we get to school! She pulled out her small snack bowl of black olives. I eat olives now, Mama!

“Do you want me to open the bowl for you?”

No! I take the top off ALL BY MYSELF! Mama, I can’t open it… can you get it open for me?

I opened the bowl and passed it back to her.

Mama!! They’re very very COLD! I don’t want them!

Of course they’re cold – her food is always packed the night before. They’d been sitting in a fridge for 10 hours. But my darling angel doesn’t LIKE cold food. And the other food options in her bag weren’t going to work, either. And I didn’t want her to begin whining, because her baby sister had finally just fallen asleep. So I did the only thing I could do – I took a few olives out of the bowl and held them in my hand to warm them up. And then those little wells in each olive, the hollow every pit leaves behind, they poured their gifts all over me. A mother’s love, huh? Cold olive juice streaming down my arm before I’ve even drunk my coffee.

Mama!! You falled the olive juice on MY KNEE!! Oh. My Most. Humble. Apologies.

She ate every olive in the bowl this morning, as MamaWarmer patiently prepared each offering to her diner’s temperature specifications. I made the mistake of reaching over for one of the strawberries I had brought for my own car snack. But in case you’ve ever wondered, let me spare you the experimentation: olive-flavored berries aren’t really all that tasty.

Once we got to daycare, she did graciously share one of her wipes with me. It’s now just about 9 am. And so it is in this condition, artificial-baby-smell- and not-so-fading-olive-juice-smell-covered, that I will go begin my workday. Pin It

Lions and snakes and small singing voices

Yesterday a mountain lion was on the loose, and so my girls' daycare kept them inside to play. E's class spent the time learning about snakes. I was an Ebola constrictor, Mama! she told me.

What is the point? I was just thinking about the ferociousness of these two creatures. Mountain lions and boa constrictors: part of the landscape in our daughters' lives. I was thinking about ferociousness, like E when she decides she's a dinosaur. I'm a T-Rex, Mama! ROOAAARRRR!! Not everyone is so ferocious.

In the blogging community, I'm no mountain lion. I'm a hatchling, open-mouthed and just days past voiceless. I'm still youthful enough to be fine-tuning my voice, to figure out how much I want to say, and how loudly. I love the hobby of blogging for this freedom of self-exploration, for this growth.

Father Goof is my real life friend. His blog usually aims for the humorous, the irreverent. This particular post really struck me because it held all his usual sensibilities in its message, but it was also poignant, and made me stop to think a moment about just how fortunate we are. For his 4th of July post, I'm presenting Father Goof with a July Perfect Post award.

The Original Perfect Post Awards 07.08

This is the first month I'm presenting a Perfect Post, but I'm going to try to participate regularly. Finding other voices that inspire my own, and shining spotlights on other growing voices -- I so much enjoy being part of the blogging community, and I want to do a lot more exploring around here as I try to define my own little corner of this universe.

For the rest of the July 2008 Perfect posts, check out the full list, up at both Suburban Turmoil and Petroville. Pin It