Monday, February 27, 2012

"I'm the strongest. Yeah, I'm the spinachest!"

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Occasionally, we worry about what all this boy stuff will entail. I mean, it's already starting and she's 5. And then, this past weekend, we captured these learning-to-oink videos. I think we're good. Broadcast these to the boys and she'll remain chaste.
And, "spinachest?" Yeah, she has rockin' awesome vocabulary.
And, if that's what I really sound like - I'm so sorry for everyone who has to listen to me.
And, maybe my Mom laughing might be the best part of this.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

With Great Mustache Comes Great Responsibility



Avrie: "Is Pluto colder than..."
Dad: "Yes."
Avrie: "No, is Pluto colder..."
Dad: "Yes. It's, like, 1000 degrees below zero."
Avrie: "What if you took a chair and a juice drink with an umbrella and all things that are warm?"
Dad: "Avrie, you're brilliant." *High Five*
*She whips away full of sass, wipes out, face-plants on the floor. Redeems herself by laughing it off.*
Avrie: "I like to fall down." *Whimper laughs.*


Avrie in tears because she can't snort like a pig. Hysterical tears.


Nolan's love of "fa-la-la." He gets tired of explaining something so just ends it with a "fa-la-la." Example: "Nolan, what happened here?" "Well, Avrie came in and started bothering me and fa-la-la."


I'm writing this post and Cole pukes a foot away from me. Awesome. Guess it can't all be funny. Pizza and a root beer float strewn across the living room most definitely didn't ensue in laughter.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Mooshy Squooshy Goodness

We sat down with the kids last night before bed and each had to share something they loved about their siblings and parents. Great way to feel the love! Never mind that there were Valentine presents at the end of it. Good incentive to lovey dovey up the sibs. I was looking for a bit more depth - but, hey - they're kids and this love stuff can be embarrassing!

Heavily paraphrased -

Avrie -
Dad: He's funny.
Nolan: He plays with me.
Mom: Cuz she cooks good stuff.
Cole: Cuz he's my little brother.

Nolan -
Dad: That he builds with me.
Avrie: Cuz she's funny.
Cole: Cuz he likes me.
Mom: That she's a good cook.

Cole -
Dad: I love him cuz he makes coffee.
Nolan: He makes Avrie be funny.
Avrie: Her laugh.
Mom: A good hugger.

Dad -
Nolan: He's very creative, a thinker, dreamer, always in his head.
Avrie: Such a good singer, artist and she always gives me the best hugs before bed.
Cole: He's goofy. And he's pretty sweet!
Mom: She's my girl. She's a 'good cooker.' She knows me.

Mom -
Avrie: She knows what she wants and sticks to her guns. Very sweet.
Cole: He's my little baby. He's home with me all day.
Nolan: That he loves to read. Loves.
Dad: He loves me. He works hard so I can stay home and raise my kids.

The general consensus seems to be that I can cook. I'm thankful they appreciate it. Valentine supper was: Roasted Brussel Sprouts, Peppers, Parsnips; Linguine with Butter, Lemon, Pepper, Parsley and Parmesan; Chicken Piccata, Salad Greens with Apple, Pecans, Feta, Raspberries, White Balsamic Vinaigrette; Blueberry Pie with Ice Cream; Lemon Drop Martinis.

It took all afternoon to prepare and I loved every second of it. I love, I feed. I'm loved, I'm full.

Friday, January 27, 2012

Check!

"Real" school wasn't in session today. The Three Nerds spent the morning reading chess directions and watching how-to clips on youtube. The older two know what each piece is and how it can move. That's more than I've learned in nearly 30 years. I love the lighting of this cruddy phone pic. I love the bunny holding down the game. I love N&A mimicking mannerisms. This picture makes me really, really happy. They had been signed up for after-school chess club but it was canceled due to lack of interest. Major bummer. I mean, how funny is this: Avrie in chess club. A regular riot, right!?

I took the kids out for no-school lunch today. We eat our delicious Thai. The bill comes. I rummage in my purse for my money. Uh. It's at home in my coat pocket. Yep. Uh huh. That really embarrassing thing that you hope never happens. Happened. Luckily, they know us all by name and the owner laughed it off and said we're welcome without money anytime. Thankfully, I had a crumpled check floating in my purse that he accepted even though they don't accept them. Pays to be a loyal customer. Oh. And we broke a glass the second we sat down. I tipped well. With my old-fashioned money.


Monday, January 23, 2012

Public Accountability

When You Eat at the Refrigerator, Pull Up a Chair
50 Ways to Feel Thin, Gorgeous and Happy (When You Feel Anything But) by Geneen Roth

I bought this book. It sat on my book table for a while. I eyed it a bit disdainfully. I picked it up and read the foreward by Anne Lamott. Then I really didn't want to read it because I might just be fixed by doing so and I wasn't ready for that yet. The great thing about this book is, that while it's written towards those who compulsively eat, it can help anyone with any issues. I do not struggle with eating too much. I struggle with eating too little. I also put another issue I have into the context and it brought about great clarity. It doesn't matter. These pages came about at a time when I really, really needed them. I wasn't eating so that I'd be starving to distract myself from something else. It didn't work. Of course it didn't. I found the book a day after my friend hugged me and said I was skin and bones. First reaction was elation. Second reaction was the awareness of what I was doing to myself. A lot of people don't understand eating disorders. It's not a switch that can be turned on and off. Even during my times of "peace with myself," it's still always there in the background waiting for something to flare up so it can barge back up front. It's not a teenage phase. It's not a ploy for attention. It's anything but. It's my coping mechanism. A really unhealthy one. Mostly, this disorder for me isn't about feeling fat or being thin - I mean, that's there - but it's about control. It's hard to explain coherently. For example: I can't seemingly get a grip on how I feel about something. I want to eat this thing. I can't change the emotion. I can deny myself this thing. It's not so much "I can't eat the cookie or I'll get fat" as much as it's "I can't eat the cookie because I want the cookie and I don't deserve the cookie."

You know how sometimes you read or hear things and it's as if someone reached out and smacked you across the face? Yeah. They hurt, right? A lot of really necessary slaps in this book. ---

"And most of the time, our minds are somewhere else. When we get out of bed, we are thinking about something we should have done yesterday. When we talk to our children, we are thinking about the phone call we need to make. When we walk to the bathroom, we are thinking about the candy we shouldn't have eaten. Or want to eat. Or are going to eat. Or how great our lives are going to be when we lose weight, or get a promotion, or fall in love. Every day, in every moment, we spend our lives thinking about what we already did or are going to do, and we completely miss what we are doing. This lack of attention leads to a tremendous hunger that we can't quite name, so we get fooled into thinking that it's for something we don't have yet instead of something that is unfolding minute by minute, right in front of our eyes. Since you are going to do those things anyway -- since you have to get out of bed, walk to the bathroom, make breakfast, eat, clean the house -- why not be there while you are doing it?"

"Feeling fat won't keep you safe."

"Count the lies you tell in a day -- the times you say you don't care when you do, the times you profess emotion when you feel nothing, the times you add just the slightest twist to a story. You will be shocked at how much you omit, distort, exaggerate, or otherwise change the truth to fit what you perceive to be the needs of the moment. Lying about your actions or your feelings has the same effect as sneaking food. It is a clear message to yourself that you are too much. Too overwhelming. Too powerful. Too petty. Too ruthless. Too strong. Too smart. Too intense. The result of all these lies is that after a while, you can't find yourself. You forget what's really true. And you begin to feel fake because you know that what other people are seeing and loving is not you."

"Your thoughts can drive you insane. When you are present, nothing is missing. When you are present, a day seems like a week, a month like a year."

"[Starving yourself] doesn't lead to weight loss, health, well-being, or balanced energy. It also makes you feel like a lunatic, since hunger is a survival mechanism. More important, it will always lead to a ragged, empty feeling of desperation."

"Not every friendship is meant to last forever. Some friendships are meant to lead you to other friendships. Some are meant to be short, intense experiences. Some are meant to teach you one particular thing. [Letting go...] But it might be painful. You might have to grieve. After a while, letting go will seem easier than holding on, and at that point, separation will then be an act of love for both of you."

"If you don't let yourself fall apart when everything in you has already fallen apart, you will sleepwalk through your life, you will live in limbo. This is the thing: What you don't let begin can never end. And this is the second thing: If you don't let yourself fall apart, you will never be completely together."

I want to quote all of chapter 46 (Consider Resigning from Your Fondness for Drama) - I'll just heavily paraphrase:
"Telling yourself you are fat is fabulous drama. It is also time-consuming and anxiety-producing. We find that drama and agitation are strong, enlivening positions. You cannot be numb and agitated at the same time. You don't feel dead when you are famished, miserable, worthless. [I ask...] "What would your life be like if you woke up tomorrow and suddenly didn't have a problem with _____?" What would you do and think about if the main problem of your life was suddenly gone? At first, most people smile. How divine. Then, reality sets in. But what would I do all day long? What would I think about? The drama itself is incredibly alluring, and seductive. It's not that feeling fat feels good; we all know it feels terrible. But at least it feels like something. Imagine what your life would be like without the drama. How would your definition of yourself change? What would you do with all the time that you used to spend worrying about _____? These are burning questions. Live with them, turn them over. Wrestle with the answers. If you weren't convinced you were fat or _____, who would you be?"

"The bad news is that being thin is not going to do what you think it's going to do. If it did, everyone who is now or has ever been thin would be happy. And the good news is that you can have whatever you believe being thin will give you, and you can have it now. By living as if you liked yourself. By beginning today."

I'd really like to start today. I really would. But then what would I do? I might forget about the things I dwell on and that scares me. But how freeing would that be? I would be so light. And perhaps find the self I left in the dust. That's pretty darned exciting.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

She Rocks Dejection.

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I finally video'd the sixth time. Her sagging tights, lefty roll, sassy confident pose, dejected flailing, defeated stomp accompanied by whipping awesome off-center ponytail. Cannot stop laughing at this video.

"When you buy a car, how do they get it on the scale?"

Wanting Dad to play Uno with her while he's unloading the dishwasher. Her solution: "Just have Mom do it. She's the maid."

"Dad, is Toy Story real? Tell me the truth." "No, it's not real." "*Sigh*, I knew it."

Evan reprimanding her for not going to sleep the other night. He exits her room and closes the door enough to make her think he's gone - she immediately picks up her barbie and starts brushing the hair. Evan reprimands and exits again. She immediately grabs the top of her Rapunzel tower toy (she is sleeping on the floor so the tower is above her head) and is pulling it down towards her when Evan opens the door. She promptly drops the tower...on her head. And wants consoling. We totally high-five'd when Evan recounted this story.

Friday, December 16, 2011