Protected: from the wedding July 24, 2012
sleeping in the window – good idea. sleeping on the warm laptop – cancels out the window thing.
we picked up this eggplant at the market today. this is the fertility goddess eggplant. the “i breastfed my six children until they were three, and never wore a bra” eggplant. the ‘national geographic’ eggplant.
pig. 3/4 wild boar, actually. but raised on a farm in bradford.
you can see the entrance and exit holes of the steel bolt that scrambled its brains to kill it instantly.
his rotten tooth, there on the left. theres a rock stuck in it, actually, and the tooth didnt grow as well as the other teeth did. its yellowed and damaged, and probably hurt.
the ‘wisdom teeth’ teeth – the last set of adult teeth that didn’t erupt through yet. lower jaw
upper jaw, last set of adult teeth. harder to see here.
where the brain was (jim shot out most of the brain with a garden hose) with the hole from the bolt.
straight up the nose. we lost most of hte tiny, sponge-like bone in the nose because it was so soft and fragile, but deeper in the skull theres still some left.
rotten tooth, on the top.
the HUGE fang that hadn’t come in yet. the bone around it was brittle and we lost some of it. seriously, this is a big tooth.
and i finally made bread (okay, the bread machine made the dough, i dont get that much credit really). this is challah – so fitting that we made it on a Saturday.
two days ago we caught on to the fact that blaze says ‘hi’.
it goes like this: you say “hi blazey!’ and she points one chubby fingers straight up in the air and says “hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!”and shes SO PROUD.
shes also started to do what cordelia did – imitate jim if he blows his nose.
Protected: July 15, 2012
cause we are forgetting July 14, 2012
J: Do you promise to love, honor, cook for, clean up after, and ensure fair blanket distribution with me?
K: I do.
Do you promise to love, honor, cook for, clean up after, and surrender your share of the blanket to me?
J: I do
K: Even though i never have my phone close by and I never check my messages and I always seem to make us slightly late?
J: I do.
Do you promise even though I snore and leave my towel on the floor and my socks everywhere except for the laundry basket?
K: I do
J: Even when I??
K: I do.
Even when up is down and I’m too angry to accept your help?
J: I do
I also promise to stick by you and stay on your team, to always be ready with a hug when you need it, and to make time for you every day even when there’s no time left.
K: I also promise to stick by you and stay on your team, to keep up our kitchen dance parties and hot chocolate dates, and to make time for you every day even when there’s no time left.
J: I promise to help pay for our daughters’ riding lessons, to help pay for your riding lessons, to give daddy-rides and tickles and sing silly songs, to be a motorcycle, a rollercoaster, a dinosaur and a million other things, to put our family first, and to be the best daddad I possibly can.
K: I promise to keep giving the girls the freedon to learn about the world on their own but to always have a safe space for them when it doesn’t go their way, and to hold that same space for you when you need it too. I promise to tolerate being a mommy-jungle-gym, to dance with them even if I look ridiculous, to put our family first, and to be the best mommom I possibly can.
cats sleeping July 11, 2012
yes, he is sleeping at the top of the stairs. upside down, with his belly button showing. its cooler in the stairwell, and quieter too. no babies or kittens.
in the crib
yeah i’d sleep there too, if i fit.
please let us move.
i want my litlte farmhouse on a small plot of land. i want it now.
i have to remember that this wont cure anything though, i will still be at home with my babies. i dont know why i think it would be any different if we were anywhere else, cause i would still be inside my own head just as before.
at the CSA yesterday a woman came in finally – somebody else has been picking up for her for the past three weeks. emma said “thats our actress! celebrity alert!’ and here comes a beautiful woman in a white blouse and long peasant-style black skirt with a leather cord. shes so thrilled by the vegetables, exclaims how beautiful they are with her hands held wide, especially the peas. she spends a long time going over the jams, holding them up to the light to see their jewel-tones. so damn happy to be on the planet. when she left, i said to shannon, “that’s the kind of person i want to be when i grow up”.
in the meantime, babies are whining, i always need to do more dishes, sweep the floor again, console Cordelia over something that i cant even get motivated to care about, find out where she hid her diaper and clean up the pee off the floor, stop blaze from eating the crayons that she didn’t finish eating yesterday and tear jims mp3 player our of her pudgy hands before she ruins that one too (its a replacement for the first one she slobbered beyond repair). and try to remember, somewhere in there today, to please feed myself or else i will go live in my head for too long.