Archive for May, 2006

May 30, 2006

A Pictorial History of…

An Afternoon at Seattle’s Downtown Pike’s Place Market…
 
 
First of all we look for food… Highly recommend Peroshky, Peroshky…a little Russian bakery with a line out the door that goes for a good half a block!
 
People Watch…
 
Share our lunch with a couple of very friendly little birdies…
 
Annabelle loves her view and starts to coo at everything we pass by…
 
Walk through a very cluttered Antique Store, David trys on top hat, very dashing…
 
Enter the market…
 
It’s a feast for the senses…
 
the colors are vibrant and acute
 
Flowers, Flowers and more flowers…
 
People watch some more…
 
Listen to the loud fishermen yell for business…and then when they get it, throw the fish around…
 
Wander through some interesting little shops…funny things catch your eye…
 
David offers to buy me sweet peas…
 
Decide that I don’t need my very own bouquet of flowers when I have all these pictures of bouquets that will neither wilt or die…
 
People walking by comment "awww, look at that baby."
 
Admire the pictures the professional photgraphers have displayed for sale…wonder how they capture the light so perfectly on each one…
 
Coffe Break: Try Post Alley’s Seattle’s Best. You’ll love the red tiled counter, not to mention the latte itself
 
One last peek at the flowers as we head for the elevator…
 
We climb into the car, with all of our senses fat and happy…
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
May 27, 2006

Our Big Trip this weekend…

  We are on are way to ID. for the weekend to see our families. Both sets of grandparents, a considerable number of Aunts and Uncles ( I just counted them up and their are 10 ) and several cousins, all live there. 
Naturaly, I spent the morning packing tee shirts, jeans, socks and underwear, tooththbrushes (for those of us who have teeth), and a small mountain of snacks, for our 7 hour drive. We left the house as soon as David was home from work, around three-ish , very much dragging our feet, knowing that traffic on the freeway, going the same direction everyone else is going could be, putting it nicely, a big fat pain in the patootie. Annabelle was being 100% angelic, which is not uncommon for her, smiling her little face off at anything and everthing out the rear view window that struck her little baby fancy and simply enjoying her carseat, thank you Lord!   " She’s getting so chubby!" Was my comment to David…(and oh how we love fat babies)   Then he started singing to her " Do your cheeks (usually sung as ears) hang low, do they wobble to and fro, can you tie them in a knot, can you tie them in a bow…" Off to a very happy start if I do say so myself.
   So here we are zooming along the freeway in our Acura, watching all the big trucks hauling trailers and campers and bikes and fourwheelers, and barbeques, discussing the odds of our getting to one day spend a long weekend camping and having fun. That discusion quickly turned into a serious complain-fest. We were dreading the long drive…how would we stay awake when we knew we wouldn’t be getting there until midnight at the earliest, when we both agreed that we were tired enough to go to bed right now at 3 o’clock in the afternoon? There will probably be an accident any minute now…why do we always go to ID on a three day weekend…we are going on the Fourth of July, that’s only a little over a month from now…etc. etc.etc. Until David just up and suddenly, swerved off the next exit and said, " let’s go home." So there we were on the shoulder of the off ramp, staring at each other. Stares that turned into smiles as we both heard what was playing on the radio…Home, by Michael Buble’ which of course is all about wanting to go home. " See, it’s a sign." David said. " That and the fact that we can only get back on the freeway westbound." Westbound = home. Another sign. 
I started dialing numbers. Everyone was understanding. Even though we didn’t have any really good excuses for why we had changed our minds about coming. After all, the fourth of July will be here before we know it.
 
  Our big trip lasted a little over an hour. We got home and David went straight to bed for the night and Annabelle and I played and sang and read books until she finally fell asleep. We are just going to have a nice long, quiet weekend at home. Something we haven’t done in a long time. Maybe we’ll try out our new tent and camp for a night in the back yard. David says we can go to Pikes Place Market one day and I am hoping to visit a Nursery nearby that sells (just) Peonies ( and I am crazy about peonies ). The plan is to enjoy each other’s company and maybe turn the volume on life down below a gentle roar.
 
May 25, 2006

Birthday musings

May 22nd is my favorite day of the year. It also happens to be my husbands birthday. I like it better than Christmas, or Valentine’s Day and even better than May, 17th, our anniversary. Because if there hadn’t been a May 22nd birthday, there wouldn’t have been a May 17 th wedding day and if it hadn’t been for May 17th wedding day there wouldn’t have been my second favorite day of the year, Feb. 19th, which was exactly 3 months and six days ago, and coincidentaly also our little daughters birthday.
 
 
 As we crawled into bed the other night David said to me, " thank you honey, this was the best birthday of my life." And I thought, that’s odd. It’s a Monday for one, and a compeletely uneventful one at that…I didn’t even make him a  pie, someone in the Costco bakery did. We had lasanga for dinner, took a walk, visited with the neighbors, he opened his two cards and the little pile of presents I had been collectiong over the month…a jar of marinated artichoke hearts, a guide book full of hiking trails for the greater Seattle area, a picture book called, ‘ A Wish for my Husband,’  and a beer importated from Germany, that I had found at Trader Joes. Nothing at all exceptional. A nice quite evening, a lot like most of our other evenings. How could this possibly be the best birthday of his life? Naturally, being the very curious wife that I am and never having quite grown out of that stage that four year olds go through, I asked him a question that he is very familiar with: " why? " 
" Because I have my girls…" was his drowsy reply.
May 22, 2006

Welcome, little rain drops!

Well lets see, it’s a delicious, not at all depressing, spring sort of a rainy day here in the Northwest… after a weekend of sunshine and temps in the 80’s, the rain is quite like a unexpected visit from an old friend…
George, our cat has the right idea. He is all curled up in the window seat, doing what he likes best…napping.
 And isn’t that precisely what everyone should do, when handed a morning such as this?
No napping for us. Annabelle and I are about to leave to do errands. I need to do our monthly Costco run, the cuboards are borderline bare,  and then hurry home in time to get a very special dinner on the table for David. Today is his birthday. I think I will make lasanga. I am planning also to make him a pie instead of a cake, since he is not at all fond of cake. Unless of course, the errands take longer than I expect ( which of course, they always do ), then maybe I’ll just pick one up at the lovely Costco Bakery. God bless, Costco! 
So please, if you get a chance, while Annabelle and I are out singing in the rain, take a nap in honor of a cat named George and a rainy day somewhere. And enjoy whatever it is that is falling from your sky.
 
May 17, 2006

A handful of thoughts…

love, dreams, home, family…praise, work, hope, smile…play, feel, tease, share…cuddle, tickle, smooch…pray, learn, grow…hug, skip, whistle…listen, express…touch, bless, give…take, surrender…ponder, imagine, explore…flirt, fun…Jesus, grace, joysnuggle, rest, sleep…visit, comfort, wonder…suprise, remember, trustbuild, protect, provide…kiss, hold, squeeze…responsibility, faithfulness…celebrate…babies, mommy, daddy…humor, happiness, respect…friendship…wink, grin, squeal, hold…cherish, encourage, forgive…discover, create, fix-up…swing, twirl, dance… bliss…words, thoughts, warmth…comfortable, spontainious, safe…you, me, us, we…together…forever
 
 
 Three years ago, I won the lottery when I married David!
It was by far the single most clever thing I’ve ever done!
 
Today we celebrate 3 years!
May 15, 2006

Looking for a giggle…

  Yesterday morning I woke up to find David getting dressed for the day…the clock blinked 7:30 am…I thought to myself drowsily, “ tee shirt, sweats, tennis shoes…he must be going out to mow the lawn this morning before we have to leave for church, he’s been talking about doing it all week-end.”

I laid there for a while, in the warmth of the morning sunbeams that were spilling through our bedroom window, then went to get Annabelle out of her crib so we could have our daily snuggle-under-the-covers…she smiled and cooed and smiled some more at me and I felt as if the only thing that could possibly make my Mother’s day any more wonderful would be a giggle. Just one tiny baby giggle.

…I didn’t hear the lawn mower but I was still too sleepy to be suspicious…

David came back a while later with lilacs, a huge bright bunch of them…So we had lilacs-in-bed, which I think is so much more romantic and original than breakfast-in-bed…

 

 

 

Still no giggle, but I am expecting one any day now… and I’ve been told it will come at the time I least expect it.

May 13, 2006

A last ditch attempt to clear my conscience…

It’s the day before Mother’s Day and I have a confession to make. Annabelle and I were out Mother’s Day card shopping earlier this week and…I…well…I  read through the entire section of cards, not for Mother, or Mother-in-law, Sister, or Grandmother, but the cards listed under the category of Wife…trying to guess which one David would pick out for me ( g-u-l-p, I know I am horrible). On our way home I was still thinking about all those lovely cards I had read, until I realized with a twinge of regret, that I wouldn’t be getting any of the good ones…because by the time David figures it out that guys are suppose to buy Mother’s Day cards for their wives…(we’ll give him a small break, since it is my 1st mothers day and I don’t think he quite knows how they work yet) it will be 10 am tommorow morning and there will only be two cards left on the shelf…the sappiest one, and the ugliest…(you know the ones embossed in huge gold cursive letters with a watercolor of flowers in a vase in the most hideous shades of brown, purple orange and green you’ve ever seen)… 
And I suppose it will just serve me right if I don’t get a card for Mother’s Day at all. So in a last ditch attempt to clear my conscience, I am going to do penance by vowing not to even feel the tinsiest disappointment…(or even hint at the fact) if he completely forgets that it is Mother’s Day tommorow.
 
I highly doubt that he will. After all, he remembered May Day. How impressive is that?!
May 11, 2006

Someone very wise once said…

To keep your marriage brimming
With love in the loving cup,
Whenever you’re wrong, admit it;
Whenever you’re right, shut up.
 
-Ogden Nash
May 10, 2006

The Many Faces of Annabelle

It amazes me how much expression there is in the face of my 11 week old baby girl…sometimes I think she could out do the likes of Jim Carrey. It’s almost as if she can talk without being able to talk.
 
So with every new day I am trying to remember, to savor and enjoy the many faces of my little Annabelle:
 
We have the listening look…where she just gets very still and unblinking, and you can barely hear her breathing because she is so focused on soaking up everything you are telling her…
 
Then we have the eyebrows raised, eyes wide open, I have just discovered something look…
 
And there is the lying, staring up at the mobile above her crib look, with a smile that she has only for Eeyore…I seriously don’t understand what she sees in the old fellow, being more of the Tigger type myself.  David suggested that perhaps she feels sorry for him. So I have decided the reasons for her overwhelming attention to Eeyore, are because she sees that he, with his very sensitive and moody nature, simply needs more of it.  It’s very insightful and thoughtful of her, don’t you think?
 
Then there is the very common, eyebrows furrowed, nostrils flared, I really wish I could go poo look!
 
And then the eyebrows furrowed, nostrils flared, I am GOING poo look.
 
Or the (insert loud screaming) I am so tired I don’t know what do with my self, so I think I’ll  cry for 3 (or 10) minutes straight look…
 
And the bobble head look, which is just exactly, that…
 
There is the start to smile, no I changed my mind, I am going to wrinkle my nose instead look. And this is my very most favorite of all my favorite faces that she makes.  I am entitled to having more than one favorite as her mother, right?  Good, then you won’t be suprised when I tell you, they are ALL MY FAVORITE!
 
And of course there is the smile so wide, my eyes go shut and my whole body quivers with excitement look.
 
Which is definitely prefered over the very sad, very sudden, turned down, open-mouthed, like you’ve just told  me, "no you cannot have another cookie" so now I am going to cry look…
 
And there is the stare at everything, including the floor, the pictures on the wall, ceiling fan, anything but at Mommy or Daddy look…
 
Or the sleepy, rested, hi I am back from dreamland look…
 
And of course there is the very beautiful, fast asleep, gives me the goose-bumps, most angelic thing you’ve ever seen look.
 
And I’ve only just begun…I ran across a quote on someones blog yesterday that seems to be appropriate here: 
" There is only one pretty child in the world, and every Mother has it."
Not only is she the prettiest child in the world but to me she is, like Mary Poppins, " practically perfect in every way."
May 9, 2006

note to self…

" Skillful listening is the best remedy for lonliness, loquaciousness and laryngitis."
 
-William A. Ward