Sunday, November 30, 2008

getting a tree...

We have an artificial tree up, but I couldn't bear to go without the real thing. So we just got this little one. Check out Marlo's pose...

and I just love this little guy.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving

We went to Lane's where she served 22 people. It was so yummy and so much fun. She has her house all decked for Christmas, but I forgot to take pictures of it because I was so distracted by the food.

Making cheesecake the night before (I didn't lift a finger with that either)...

Lane and her Versace china that she got for the 60th birthday, which was yesterday. Can't believe she's sixty! I love her to pieces, she's the best!

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Happy Birthday Amy Rose

I can't believe my little baby sister is thirty years old! Where does the time go?

Words can't express how grateful I am for her. We've lived these last thirty years in tandem; every joy and sorrow shared. She has always supported and defended me. She know what's in my heart of hearts without every having to say a word. I love her so much.

Happy Birthday Sister. Get some cake on your face.


Sunday, November 09, 2008

Surfer girl

So glad we went to the beach yesterday. The second I put my feet in the water, it took me back to my childhood. I was instantly recharged.
And how grown up is my girl? She was so brave!

Saturday, November 08, 2008

New Legoland fave

The whole time Marlo says, "Whooooooaaaaa....let's do it again!"
The girl in the very front kills me.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Last Monday...

Mark and I went to a memorial service for Griffin and other babies lost to families in the care of Sharp Mary Birch Hospital. They have a service twice a year for not just families new to loss, but for anyone wanting to remember their baby. Everytime we drive the 45 minutes (without traffic) to that hospital, I think "How would I ever make it here to deliver?" But I would never change because of the care and respect that they've shown me, not only with Griffin, but from way back when Marlo was born.
I didn't know at all what to expect.
It was in a large meeting room (the same room where we took a birthing class) and there were about 40 people there. That was sad in itself, just the number of people. Some had brought photos, some knew each other. There were refreshements and a woman was playing the harp.
So we wrote Griffin's name on two ribbons, one was attached to the wreath that you see above, another to a candle. Then as each baby's name was called, the parents went up and lit the candle and placed it into a big bowl of sand. Sharp employees even lit candles for babies whose families could not be there. So it ended up looking like a big birthday cake, although all those babies lost is nothing to celebrate.
One woman had 2 candles.
The head of the social work program spoke, her message about hope was beautiful. One father talked about his daughter and how she-and all of our babies-were peaceful reflections of God. A grandmother read a poem that she wrote called Bittersweet Twins, about seeing the milestones of her grandson that lived, and never getting to see those of his brother that died. A young couple read from a journal in which the mother had written to their baby. They read the from the last day of life, and the day they found out that their baby had died.
All in all, it was a very sad thing.
From the beginning of all of this, I just wanted to take the pain and jam it into a little box, forbid it from spreading out to anyone else. But it doesn't work like that, I know. And although it saddened me to see all those other people who'd lost their babies, it was much important to remember them together.

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Monday, November 03, 2008

The Audacity

This was one of six displays of graffiti that appeared in my neighborhood sometime in the early morning of October 30th. Mark called me in disbelief on his way to work after passing a builders' sign that had been given the same treatment.
A few years ago, this would have made me furious. But it just made me sad. Sad that someone has so much hate in them as to wish death on people, sad that our tranquil community's bubble had been burst, sad that children saw those words on their way to school.
The most saddening thing, even in the light of this historical election, was realizing how far we have not come.
Change sounds pretty good to me.