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September 30, 2010

On the road again

Filed under: Family, Motherhood, Personal — llcall @ 10:00 pm

We leave for California today, so that Neal can do this:

(participate in a mud run, not get trampled to death)

while my parents do this:

and this:

and I do this:

I’ll let you know if I decide to return to Utah.

September 28, 2010

To mother you

Filed under: Motherhood, Personal — Tags: , , , — llcall @ 3:51 am

Last Thursday I had a much-needed chat with my good friend Vickie (I’ve mentioned her before; she was initially my grad school mentor, now life-motherhood-and-everything-in-between mentor).  We talked for an hour or so in the early afternoon.  And then the strangest thing happened a few hours later . . . my life turned into a scene from a movie.  Seriously.  Picture this:

I’m sitting at the kitchen table, alone.  I’m in the middle of eating a forgettable dinner (confirmed by the fact that I’ve forgotten it).  Suddenly, I burst into tears.  Not a few little sniffles.  I am sobbing, weeping, tears are getting in my food, on the table, on my clothes.  And I hear a song in my head.  It’s not a vague sense of music, it’s completely audible.  I can hear the tune, the lyrics, Sinead’s voice.  Here is the song [play it for full effect]:

And this feeling completely overwhelms me . . . that today Vickie has mothered me, in the most personal and perfect way.

In my church, we believe motherhood is an important thing, a critical part of a woman’s eternal identity.  It is not something that is solely connected with having children; rather, it is a set of attributes that help us love and nurture and care for the people around us.  It is having a “mother heart” that’s ready to comfort anyone in need.

I’ve heard about this for years.  I’ve taken comfort in the notion many times in the thirty years before I had a daughter.  I’ve felt mothered by many women, not the least of which is my own mother.  But I don’t think the reality of it has ever hit me quite as hard as it did that day.  This is what it is to be mothered right when you need it, in the way you need it.

Thanks for that, Vickie.

September 24, 2010

Pictures for the Weekend: Drawring

Filed under: Family, Pictures for the Weekend — llcall @ 8:10 pm

If you follow me on Facebook, you know that my computer died tragically this morning.  It’s really throwing my day off.  Sigh.

But I didn’t want it throw your day off with no pictures, so here, my friends, is a family pic courtesy of Neal.

If you’re confused, the big, muscular guy in the middle is my brother, Chris, not Neal (although Neal is surprisingly strong for such a little guy).  And no, I can’t palm a basketball . . . that’s my amazingly talented sister-in-law Marisha.  The little princess is my first niece Ayda.  While I’m not exactly sure of the drawing’s original intent (he did it while my mom, Marisha, and I were out having a girls’ day this summer), I imagine it was to show that 1) Addison is Chris’ mini-me and 2) Addison can and will crush Baby Evie if given the opportunity (especially since Evie apparently has no limbs . . . not really a fair fight, is it?).

September 23, 2010

Lindsay recommends: “When I Die” by Nikki Giovanni

Filed under: Personal — Tags: , , — llcall @ 10:00 pm

Ever since I shared one of Nikki‘s poems with you a while back, I planned to post another favorite.  I’ve shared this with enough people to know that it’s not for everyone.  But to me, it is funny and sweet and beautiful.  I’m only posting my favorite three stanzas, but you can find the whole poem here.

when i die

when i die i hope no one who ever hurt me cries
and if they cry i hope their eyes fall out
and a million maggots that had made up their brains
crawl from the empty holes and devour the flesh
that covered the evil that passed itself off as a
person that i probably tried
to love

but i do hope someone tells my son
his mother liked little old ladies with
their blue dresses and hats and gloves that sittin’
by the window to watch the dawn come up is valid that smiling at an
old man and petting a dog don’t detract from manhood
do somebody please
tell him i knew all along that what would be
is what will be but i wanted to be a new person
and my rebirth was stifled not by the master
but the slave

and if ever i touched a life i hope that life knows
that i know that touching was and still is and will always
be the true
revolution

What do you think?  Like?  Dislike?

Today has been a good day

Filed under: Family, Motherhood, Personal — llcall @ 1:53 am

The baby has been a dream.  I can’t remember a day she’s been cuter and sweeter!

A project that I’ve been working on since July came to fruition!!!  (Not thesis-related, but I didn’t say it was a miraculous day, just good.)  More details to come when I have time to write.

The weather brought us a lovely, loud thunderstorm.  It was overcast without being too cold.  Perfect.

I had some energy . . . I actually left the house and visited my friend Sabrina.

Addison sucked/bit on Sabrina’s daughter’s ear.  Luckily, she’s a baby too, so she seemed unphased.

Neal’s working on a new business-related project.  I love to watch his wheels in motion.  He’s both an idealistic starving-artist and a practically-minded entrepreneur at heart.  Quite the combo pack.

September 21, 2010

Before I forget . . .

Filed under: Family, Motherhood, Personal — llcall @ 10:00 pm

From the time Addison was about three or four weeks old, she had a little fleck of gold glitter stuck to her scalp.  Neal and I both noticed it independently, but had no idea where it came from.  What’s more, it would not leave, even with repeated baths and scrubbing of her scalp.  Finally, we embraced it as one of her unique and charming features . . . after all, not every baby grows golden glitter on her head.

Last week, we noticed that her little piece of glitter was gone.  It’s like the end of an era.  Goodbye, little glitter.  We’ll miss you.

Thank goodness, she still has other things to recommend her.

September 20, 2010

I don’t like to judge, but . . .

Filed under: Personal — Tags: , — llcall @ 10:00 pm

The celebrity chef Jamie Oliver and his wife Jools have 4 kids.  Their names are:

Poppy Honey Rosie

Daisy Boo Pamela

Petal Blossom Rainbow

Buddy Bear Maurice

Does this seem appropriate?

September 17, 2010

Pictures for the Weekend: Working class

Filed under: Family, Personal — llcall @ 10:00 pm

If I don’t intervene, Neal dresses our little girl in a plain white onesie every single day.

“It makes her look like a working-class baby,” he recently explained to me.

And if he wants to dress things up a bit, he adds a cabbage leaf.

Fancy, no?

September 16, 2010

Baby recommends: DeStorm’s beatboxing

Filed under: Family, Music, Personal — Tags: , , , , — llcall @ 10:00 pm

I get really happy (I mean, arm-flailingly happy) when I watch this video.  Which is ironic since the angst is palpable.

September 15, 2010

Adventures in solids

Filed under: Family, Motherhood, Personal — llcall @ 10:00 pm

This post is dedicated to honorary Aunt/Uncle Bendrea.  You’ll pay for this.

As I mentioned before, we started Addison on rice cereal at the beginning of August.  She took to it immediately, as if she were born to eat food (as it turns out, we are actually born to eat food . . . coincidence?  I think not).  For two weeks, she was loving it . . . until one day, I did the unthinkable . . .

Yes, that’s right.  I pureed carrots and zucchini.  OH THE HUMANITY!

I thought it would be fun to try the homemade-baby-food-making equipment Bendrea gifted us.  It looks so pretty, right?  At first there was just confusion and moderate distaste:

For a second, I even thought we were going to get a smile:

Almost, right?!  But no, we were soon back to dismay,

disdain,

and complete refusal:

The zucchini experiment was more straightforward.  It began and ended with this face:

Of course, the really unfortunate part is that she subsequently staged a revolt against even her beloved rice cereal.  It seems she just couldn’t risk opening her mouth to any solid food, on the off-chance it was some heinous homemade concoction.

Since right about this time, I was starting to get really sick, we decided to hold off on the solids for another two or three years.  Better luck next time!

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