Jooge: Becky is a nice name. I like the name Becky.
Me: For who?
Jooge: Someone in our family. Maybe we could call Daddy Becky.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Tonight we got home from having dinner at IHOP and there was a message on our machine from the place where Jooge is taking ballet every Saturday.
The lady said something to the effect of:"We're just calling to find out why Julia hasn't been in class. We hope everything's okay, we just wanted to make sure. We hope to see her in class tomorrow."
I said to myself, "Hmmm, we've been to ballet every week thus far. Wonder what's up." So I called them and said, "Hey, just wanted to let you know, Julia has been there every Saturday so far."
And then it hit me. Julia has been there, but LAURA is taking ballet. You know, Laura Ingalls, Jooge's new nickname? Yeah.
Once we got it straightened out, her ballet teacher got a real kick out of it. She said, "Yeah, I was thinking, what a coincidence that there was a Laura Ingalls, but...." I kept wondering who she was thinking Laura belonged to these past few weeks, (was she thinking "the Ingalls" had just started sending her but forgotton to register?) but no matter. Her teacher at school now calls her Julia Laura, and I heard her friend tentatively approach her and pause before saying, "Um, Laura?"
at 8:16 PM
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
The 'ole blog hasn't been getting much attention as of late and I feel that I am in a blog-rut, even thinking, "maybe I'm done." I don't know, has it run its' course? Am I through? The best part about doing a blog is that it gets me writing. The worst part is that for me right now it's at the bottom of the priority list so when it gets that far down, why bother?
As far as our latest and greatest, the Jooge is back to preschool and now attending three mornings a week, which is excellent. She is so happy to be back and it's been a nice adjustment because though we filled our summer, there towards the end I think she was really missing school for the stimulating, social, important place it is to her. I saw an immediate change in her after being back so for that I am glad.
Her first day was Monday and when we drove up to the church where our preschool has been housed since the late seventies there were cop cars and a crime scene vehicle. Just what you DON'T want to see driving up to preschool on the first day. The church had been robbed about an hour prior so the crime was fresh and the burglar was still running around somewhere with whatever he'd ripped off from the church office (one of those ski mask wearing burglars, yeah). It freaks me out but we will go out into the world where caution tape is hanging and there is dust being brushed on fingerprints. There's no other way to live your life.
Not only has the Jooge added another preschool day this year but I have taken on more responsibility. Being a co-op, it's run by parents and all parents have support jobs. About 12 of the support jobs serve on the board. As Class Rep I am on the board now. It's fun to be more involved but you definitely must draw the line as far as how much attention it gets. For me it's busy now and then at various intervals throughout the year. Anyway that's something new getting my energy, and probably has indeed replaced the blog at this point.
Avery is about to become 2 1/2 and is in the most mommy-clingy phase EVER. I have never been good with clinginess. Today we went to the park and she didn't even play she just sat by me on the bench, which was fine but what fun is that for her? The irony is she picked a book out of the library today called "You Come Back" about leaving and returning, sort of an assurance for little folks who don't want their parents to leave. I don't know what's up, if she's reacting to me being gone a few nights in the past few weeks for preschool meetings or what but it's been hard on both of us. Now that Jooge is back to school we will have more time just she and I and I'm looking forward to that.
If you don't hear from me for awhile, just know that it's because I'm momming, preschooling, wifing too even. Keeping busy indeed.
Sorry little blog.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
When I was 8 or 9 my dad and his dad built a cabin in a gated community out of Yelm called Clearwood. It is really a vacation house, but it is on a beautiful forested and private peninsula, overlooking Clear lake and Mount Rainier. I always thought it would have been cooler to be going to Disneyland on vacation, but looking back I have nothing but the fondest memories and I feel really lucky that my parents gave me that, much more lucky than if I'd been to Disneyland.
There we hunted for tiny green tree frogs in the sinks, swung out on rope swings over the water wearing boots that got filled with water, (my grandpa jokingly accusing me of "walking on water") rode in canoes and rubber rafts and looked down at the eerie huge logs that had fallen below the water, spied blue herons and bald eagles and ran from snakes, relaxed during summer afternoons in the hammock, walked to the store with my brothers to each spend a dollar, planning what we were going to buy on the way, did the penny dive and the jacuzzi jam at the pool, boogied with friends we'd brought to the labor day dances, swam in the lake and jumped off the dock onto boat cushions, explored the smaller lakes teeming with swimming salamanders, rode bikes everywhere, played tennis, hunted for pollywogs, rode our little scooters around, (our very very loud scooters). The memories go on and on.
In what was a perfect last hurrah, we went to Clearwood for the day this weekend. My parents, my husband and my kids and I were all together walking the trails and swimming the waters. There were the same frogs jumping into the water when we approached, the same logs extending mossy over the lake, the same huckleberries sprouting from stumps. When we went to the cabin bonds were strengthened with family and with nature. I want my kids to have that. It is one thing I was given that I want to give them.
Someone is renting our cabin, so we didn't get to experience THAT, but what a way to end our summer! I even got a bit of a sunburn, something that hasn't happened all summer. My parents talk about retiring there, and I would love it. It would truly feel like coming home.