tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53181219613661093012012-01-07T10:09:23.228-06:00The misadventures of Jason, Melissa, Roslyn, and SamuelMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11475275168589824427noreply@blogger.comBlogger1401100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318121961366109301.post-33902030362242643982010-11-09T10:39:00.004-06:002010-11-09T10:41:34.371-06:00

At Easter, the Easter Bunny comes out and brings us treats.At Christmas, Santa Claus comes out and brings us presents.At Thanksgiving, turkeys come out and we eat them.It's good that we've built in intellectual dissonance into our national consciousness. You know, for the children's sake.

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Yet another successful Halloween.Roslyn was in a rather quickly improvised Belle costume (ala Beauty and the Beast) as she saved the delightful tidbit that she wanted to be Belle for Halloween until about two weeks before the big day.For Sam we trotted out Frodo again. Depending on how verbal he is next year, I realize this may be the last time I get to con one of the kids into wearing my first

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I love this; what a pedant. "Skill without imagination is craftsmanship and gives us many useful objects such as wickerwork picnic baskets. "Imagination without skill gives us modern art." Tom Stoppard

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So, I haven't been here in a while.Maybe you came by, knocked, peeked in the windows, wondered where I was. Nothing big and traumatic has happened, I just have been having a hard time trying to see how to fit this into my life at the moment. Now that I am home all the time with the kids, it's harder to distance myself from the wildly adorable things that they do in order to report on it all. So,

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I keep telling myself that if I just get my feet underneath me, than I'll go back to blogging.Well, as it turns out, January was not that month.The first thing that happened was unrelenting cold and snow. We could not get into the backyard...literally. There was 2+ feet of snow against the back door and the only way to get in the fenced yard was to scale the fence as we couldn't get move the

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I think we took a wrong turn at Albuquerque and MOVED TO CANADA, not Kansas.Happy New Year to you all from the frozen tundra of the mid-Midwest.

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When Jason got home this afternoon for his brief 45-minute respite between afternoon work and his evening bible study class, I offered him $ 1,000 if he would stay home with the kids and let me go to church and teach his class.He asked if I wrote him a check, could he deposit it. I said sure, but the bank might look at him a little funny as he tried to deposit a check into his account drawn on

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The other night before bed Roslyn was having a rough time of it. Nothing she was trying to do was going well and she had been sent to her room (for the third time) with a stern voice about getting her pajamas on.I went to her bedroom to get Sam's pj's and encouraged her to do what Daddy was telling her to do."Can you read me my story, mommy," she asked as she miserably began taking off her

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As pointed out yesterday by my husband:If this and this are my food porn, than Whole Foods must be my red light district.

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We bought a house ...... a month ago!So, if you had been wondering, this is a primary reason as to why we have dropped off the face of the earth (*temporarily*).The additional reason would be three teeth. Specifically, three teeth since we moved at the end of October is Samuel's tally so far.So, we've moved and I've had lots of feelings of loss and gain and have explored lots of things and

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I think the liturgy for today says it all: "The church of Jesus Christ is constantly changing. Our church is changing as well. Babies are born. Children grow up. People commit themselves to one another. Loved ones and friends die. Newcomers join our community and our church. Others leave, moving on to new places and new opportunities. It is important that we recognize these times of

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As I imagine you've heard, we're moving.I quit my job this week, Roslyn's last daycare day is Friday, Jason's last Sunday in this pulpit is this Sunday and on Saturday I am going to do my best to disencumber us from the accumulation of things that we have gathered here with a garage sale.It feels good to look at the appropriation of our lives and say, oh, this is too much, I will get rid of you,

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Welcoming our new member to the Family of God, October 11, 2009.Guess we won't be raising him as a heathen (or a girl; it's a gown, not a dress!).

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Croup. Really? Croup?Well, crap. We've got croup.

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I now understand where this song came from. It was created because TMBG sat in a backseat between a three-year old and an eight-month old for several hours in a car on the way home after they had been driving all day. At that point in the day, it makes perfect sense.Back from KC. Have more later (and I really mean it this time).

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Well, we've done it.We're on the Potty Train.This is what Roslyn likes to call it and, since it's her accomplishment, who am I to argue? Last week she started wearing the big girl underpants and, consequently, has now sailed (I say this because I have mentally blocked the horrible few days where the accidents required OxiClean to cope, if you see what I mean) into several accident-free days in

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We have tried the rice cereal, and it is good.

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Dear Sam,You are six months old today.I look at the time that has gone by this year and while I can't believe it is already July, I also do not have a firm grasp of what life was like when you weren't in our lives.I am enamored with you. I see other lovely, delightful children, but then I come back to you and I am taken again and again with your sweet sunniness. I am filled with a delight I

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Roslyn was working on her kicking skills this morning with her ball. However, she kept over-aiming for the ball and missing. Not to be deterred, she started methodically planting one of her feet in front of her, bending over and 'placing' the ball on her toes, and then standing up and kicking it before it rolled away.We're in Farmshare heaven again! Last week featured baby beet greens, with the

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We're in Kansas City for the weekend to see my sister graduate from High School. Ah, sweet alma mater. I may actually enjoy this :)In the meantime, a brief anecdote to tide you over.Baby Boy has gotten very good at sitting up with a little bit of support. So much so, that he will contentedly sit in his high chair, with a little bit of prop support, while we eat dinner. This has given me a new

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So, I have issues. Specifically, Mother's Day Issues.I have always had a hard time with holidays that has morphed into a Hallmark moment (I also have Valentine's Day Issues and welcome to Christmas in November!). This is no less true for the second Sunday in May once I found out the original reason for the day (look here and here if you don't know the activist, Feminist beginning of Mother's Day)

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Shortly after Roslyn was born, we were remarking with friends that after the birth of a child, your conversations as a couple remarkably take a turn toward poo. You start discussing excrement -- how many did the baby have, what color was it, how much, what was the consistency, did you remember to buy OxiClean -- in an amazing array of detail, going places in your conversation that you never

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Hello to one and all. We are not on the verge of a nervous breakdown, nor are we delusional from lack of sleep. We have just been very, very full with all of our new family-i-ness.Samuel is really wonderful. He is a very pleasantly dispositioned baby who eats well and seems to be fairly happy with the three people he got sidled with. He sleeps o-k; not fabulous, not horrific, but well enough.The

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Samuel Thomas Carle was born on January 5 at 12:44 p.m., weighing in at 7 pounds, 1 ounce and 19 1/2 inches long and very healthyGod is good.

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The hour is late, physically and metaphysically.We have passed Halloween, Thanksgiving with the families, Christmas, my last day of work, New Year's, our Anniversary, and now my parents have arrived to help us for the first week. The only thing left in front of me to which I can cling is one last morning at Church. Then, it will be here.To be honest, I am more than a little scared. Oh, not in any

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That Rosy Glow is not me being pregnant. It's the color of my nose.I'm sick (or, if you'd prefer, I'mbe thicke), and have been since Christmas. It started as a run of the mill head cold, ramped up to an infection in my eye, and now seems to be flirting with my ears. Seeing as how I am still an incubator, I can't really take anything, and seeing as how I am this late term (39 weeks today), I am

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I found out some things from friends last week that brought up a lot of emotions in me that I really can't talk about and, because these aren't my stories, they aren't ones that I have the right to tell, even if I could tell them adequately.So, instead, a story that I can tell.I got a billing a week or two ago from the hospital for just shy of a grand. Now, thankfully, from my experience with

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So yesterday I am leaving a meeting and I get ready to get into my car. I'm kind of in my own world, no big deal.I sit in the car, open up my purse, and look around for my keys. I check in all the pockets in my purse, look in the bottom, check my pockets of my coat, check the passenger seat, look in my purse again, take my mittens out of my pockets and look in my coat again. No keys.Just as I get

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Ok, maybe not quite yet, but you couldn't tell from Roslyn's ensemble yesterday.Jason took the day off after going to a Sr. High Retreat this weekend and he and Roslyn Girl went to the Zoo. Apparently, it is astounding how empty the Zoo is when it is Chicago in November (so, windy and about 37 degrees Fahrenheit).They were one of eight families at the Dolphin show, and enjoyed not only great

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I was at a meeting the week before last and a man that I see only about 4 times a year expressed his delight for our family that we would be adding one more in just two months. Before we departed he wished me good luck with the delivery. Then, embarrassed I think, retracted that, wishing me well.I corrected him and said that, no , wishing me good luck was the fitting thing to do. I briefly

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I wonder why John Denver never wrote a song about Sugar-Highs.I mention this because today has been a non-stop, all-out tour de force for Roslyn's pancreas as she has been working to deal with the amounts of sugar she has been directing into her system.I speak of, course, of the Halloween-aftermath. We were a bit trepidatious since this year we decided she would actually get some of her Halloween

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Don't ever tell a pregnant woman she doesn't look pregnant.You can tell her she carries it well. You can tell her she doesn't look that far along. You can even tell her that considering she is X months along, she looks great. But even if she is only two months pregnant, don't tell her she doesn't look pregnant.You especially don't tell her that you can't even tell she is pregnant, implying that

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I've realized that for those of you not intimately acquainted with every aspect of our social life, you probably wonder what large cliff we got dropped off of. Or maybe you just assumed I had taken a flying-leap off of Mount Gravid.But, have no fear, all is well at CarleLife. We have been on vacation far away from phones (no cell phone reception and Jason left his new toy, his new blackberry her,

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I was working on a new DVD project in order to secure our children's videos (we had nine stolen in a weekend; don't ask) and this came across my desk:Whatever happened to being a repository of Knowledge for the Public Trust?The Magic 8 Ball says: It's just sad.

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So we went to Decatur and witnessed (in Jason's case quite officially as he was the officiate) one of my very good friends get married to her best friend. I had not actually ever met him before today, and I realized as I looked into his very kind face that I've made my life a little poorer for the lack of effort.At the wedding, I saw friends that I hadn't seen in years, easily since we moved here

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Just a quick shout-out as we are heading out to Decatur later today to go to a friend's wedding.I thought I would share with you a quick glimpse into my life, and how it has changed, now that I have a child (with child-ren being a noun that is on the way).When I use to go to weddings this was the "party-purse" that I switched to:Quiet, demure, it has just enough room for my ID, a couple of

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[You ringing doorbell] ding-dong[Me answering door] Hello? Oh, [beat] hi, it's been so long since we've seen each other. Come in. Just navigate around those -[indicating piles of boxes that have lived in living room for last two months which are the baby clothes from Roslyn that may or may not get sorted before January. At this rate, when I need clothes for the baby, we'll just go dig through the

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preg-nant-ly adverb Fruitfully; fully; plainly; clearly; [related to] pregnance, fertility, inventive power.Rev. John Boag's Imperial Lexicon, c.1850I have finished with the big weep-fests, the low-grade stupidity, the background nausea, the immune suppression, the need for second and third supper, and the every-loving *freaking* exhaustion. I'm done! Someone bring on the low-grade plutonium

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Good Heavens, is it different the second time around!Last weekend, in a fit of efficiency, I went shopping--rather early I thought--for some pregnancy clothes. I still have a fairly decent selection from last time, but some new trousers and a blouse or two was in order. I just tossed the bag into a corner, assuming I would get to it in a couple of weeks.Then last week came which found me

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The cravings have begun.While I was pregnant with Baby Girl, during the first trimester, I found myself revolted by coffee and chocolate (these eventually ebbed and I could stomache them), and drawn to--in ascending order--white cake with no frosting, fried eggs, and hot sauce. Specifically, Frank's Red Hot.I am a follower of Cook's Illustrated, and I had read a while back when they were doing a

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This morning I got done changing Baby Girl's diaper and handed her the tub of wipes and asked her to put them up. She enthusiastically agreed and I headed off to the other side of the house to finish folding laundry.About a minute later I hear a wail from the other side of the house. I head to her bedroom, the source of the noise, to find my daughter dissolved into tears, the tub of wipes open in

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We had our first OB appointment earlier this month, and my physician was happy to see us again. I have to admit, I was grateful that we were there to see her for a positive result and not to have a conversation about how far we were willing to go since we appeared to be having "problems".I don't really know why I ever worried about that. As Jason tells me, I borrow problems from tomorrow to worry

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I haven't been feeling too well the last couple of days and, as such, I have a new curse to yell at people:"May you be two-months pregnant-hungry with the intestinal flu."Now I just have to develop a good squint to go with it.

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Dear Internets,Psssssssst.I'm 8 weeks pregnant.Shhhhhhhh, ;)-M

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We're still alive.Our newest Flickr Photo Time Capsule.Oh, and a message from my favorite Populist.Be well.

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Again, I always love it when other people write my blog for me.From Thomas Friedman's New York Times Op-Ed column:Who will tell the people? We are not who we think we are. We are living on borrowed time and borrowed dimes. We still have all the potential for greatness, but only if we get back to work on our country.I don’t know if Barack Obama can lead that, but the notion that the idealism he

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I am so Eddy in this video.

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My child woke up one morning the week before last temperamental, clingy, needy, shriek-y, wouldn't eat, wouldn't comply, and choosing to ram her way through life with that hard little head of hers.So, yes, she's obviously my child.Since we were in Kansas City (and last we left the Carle's), and she got over her sickness, sleep has been chaotic. This has paralleled the not wanting to eat, and all

Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11475275168589824427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318121961366109301.post-62282327529624175552008-04-16T14:43:00.001-05:002008-04-16T14:45:58.217-05:00

So, we're in Kansas City.So, Baby Girl is vomiting.If you don't appreciate the irony of this, I suggest you look here.We are here to see the beauty of God's Creation as most recently expressed in our niece and she is, indeed, wondrous. There will be pictures to Flickr after we're back home.We are assured that Baby Girl's bug should only be 24 hours . . . if you don't count the anomaly of Uncle

Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11475275168589824427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318121961366109301.post-64253264062192192842008-04-06T10:15:00.002-05:002008-04-06T10:22:08.539-05:00

So, I'm blithely reading one of the various parenting blogs that I peruse from time to time and I had a reality check as to a blogger's identity.I mean, we've all had this happen, right? At the very least, you have listened to someone on the radio, listened to those smooth, sveldt tones, gotten a mental image of who that person is . . . and then you meet them, or see them on a postcard, and all

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My Mom called me last night."New Zealand? So, when you leaving?""Next week, I thought."[beat]"Oh, you ought to be able to get packed by then.""I think so."You all are too much fun.

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I have a confession that has been weighing on my mind for some time. I have gone back and forth, trying to decide whether or not to continue to deny who I am and continue to have an existence where I am as you all know me, or, if instead, I am going to embrace who I know I must be and be true to myself.I have to come out of the closet. For years, in my heart of hearts, I have known that I am a

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Just a few things from our Easter Celebrations:When Baby Girl did her egg hunt, she would conscientiously empty the eggs of their contents and then put them back where she found them . . . empty. I am sure that she was trying to make a profound theological statement about the empty tomb.On Palm Sunday, we shout "Hosannah!" while waving palms during Worship. Hosannah, as you may be aware,

Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11475275168589824427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318121961366109301.post-30809529352905056282008-03-20T20:21:00.007-05:002008-03-20T20:28:14.847-05:00

Adeline Anne Deveney came into the world this morning at 8 pounds, 8 ounces at a little bit before 10 a.m.Let the spoiling commence!

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It was a very busy, but very good, weekend.We had friends over on Friday night for dinner. He is someone that I work with and have really enjoyed getting to know over the last few years. He does technology for our libraries and is one of the people that I have encountered during this library-gig who is helping me to move beyond the understanding that I have harbored in the past that technology

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Doodle by Lee. The code for this doodle and other doodles you can use on your blog can be found at Doodles.Does this mean I would have to turn off my computer, too?

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It is so helpful when other people write their blogs so that I can just point to them and say, yup, that's what I meant to say.Thinking today of all those lovely ladies I know who just had babies or are having them now. May each of us find our Right Way.

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I am terribly ticklish.There is nary a place on my skin which you can touch that, if I question your intentions, you can't tickle me. There are also places, obviously, that will tickle no matter what your intentions.Jason, on the other hand, is not ticklish. At all.Baby Girl, being a healthy and happy toddler, loves tickle games. Because she enjoys all of this like a feline strung out on catnip

Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11475275168589824427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318121961366109301.post-4077553403957728512008-03-01T12:48:00.000-06:002008-03-01T12:49:47.278-06:00

In the hall, outside Baby Girl's room, there is a wall full of pictures of family.On the way to read the bedtime story each night, we wave and tell them good-night.We then pass by the three Star Wars posters that are in the entryway.She has now taken to waving and telling Luke, Leia, Han, Yoda, and Chewie good-night, too.We don't need DNA tests to know who her father is: we have our own version

Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11475275168589824427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318121961366109301.post-47648293655396198492008-02-29T20:43:00.001-06:002008-02-29T20:45:42.528-06:00

I found out today that someone I know and have worked with in the past died. He had a sudden, massive heart attack. He left behind a wife and a daughter. He was 36.When Baby Girl was born, I found it difficult to wrap my mind around the fact that my life had changed so completely in such a brief moment. One second I was pregnant and the next I was being taken into surgery and then she was in the

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In another life, you know, one where Baby Girl doesn't want to be fed, played with, or teach me about the world, I would have written a Lenten series as I try to wrestle with Big Questions. The Hitchens debate at the 92 St Y was part of that. This is, too.I turned on C-Span yesterday and caught the tail-end of the ninth State of the Black Union. If you want to know more about it, check out Tavis

Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11475275168589824427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318121961366109301.post-74296450147407544342008-02-23T16:09:00.003-06:002008-02-23T16:18:43.433-06:00

First off, I love Flickr.Lana introduced me to Flickr almost two years ago. I was charmed by the friendliness, easy usability, and all the pretty pictures. I quickly saw it as a way to keep our far-away family firmly in the know as Jason and I embarked upon this baby-making business.Over time, I found more reasons to love Flickr, in large part due to all of their partnering companies. Now I have

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I will direct you to the original post, because there is more discussion happening on the 92nd Street Y's webpage (NYC), and it would be inappropriate to direct you to watch the debate between Rabbi Boteach and Christopher Hitchens without the context.I will warn you, the full video is an hour a half long. However, I found it to be an invigorating bit of, I don't know, spewing between two

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We just got back from a weekend in Kansas City. This last weekend was Granny Becky’s 60th birthday and also Sister Sarah’s baby shower at the church. It was a good weekend, but I must admit, it was a weird sleep weekend.See, in January, as we were coming back from KC, the last hour and a half of the trip Baby Girl decided that she had had enough of the car and commenced alternating between crying

Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11475275168589824427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318121961366109301.post-20226593574744663592008-02-19T09:24:00.002-06:002008-02-19T12:11:44.040-06:00

We were in Kansas City this past weekend, and I will have a bit more thoughtful prose on that later on. In the interim, a bit of catch-up:Jason is having an affair with his third love (after Baby Girl and me, natch).Baby Girl fell at daycare and hit herself in two places: at the corner of her mouth and next to her eye. When I picked her up that night, that formed an almost beautiful and perfect

Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11475275168589824427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318121961366109301.post-61879473878325203292008-01-29T07:08:00.001-06:002008-02-19T09:31:32.539-06:00

What can I say? It appeals to the better angels of my nature.

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So, we all have them from time to time, those bizarre and often surreal dreams that involve our co-workers and colleagues. Now, I'm not going to talk about mine, but let's just say, they are sufficiently surreal.It appears that in order for us to have these dreams, we must star in other people's Apollinaire-esque night landscapes, too.There is a young lady who works with me at the library. She

Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11475275168589824427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318121961366109301.post-33478765024178863122008-01-19T19:19:00.000-06:002008-01-19T19:21:19.157-06:00

After months of waiting for a lock that could be clipped to the side, I just couldn't take it anymore;so I cut it.

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In the Study at home, we have our computer desktop. This is where the rather tantalizing (at least, to Baby Girl) infrared, wireless keyboard lives that was Mom's Christmas present last year. In order to help curb her enthusiasm for hitting the space bar and the extra little button that closes whatever window you are currently working in, we drug out of the closet one of our old keyboards. It

Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11475275168589824427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318121961366109301.post-46888210885453328272008-01-13T08:21:00.000-06:002008-01-13T08:24:08.708-06:00

Yesterday morning there was a box of chocolates open on the coffee table in the living room. I walked into the room to discover Baby Girl, who has never encountered a box of chocolates before, diligently trying to push one of the nougats to find out what this array of buttons would do.

Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11475275168589824427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318121961366109301.post-9315913974995165782008-01-10T10:38:00.000-06:002008-01-10T10:43:42.614-06:00

This morning I had to go do one of the things that will be a feature of the rest of my life: I went to a funeral for one of Jason's congregation members.For the rest of this time I am on this earth, I will know people that Jason has served as their minister, people who I regard as friends and have come to think of as family, and they will pass on and I will be confronted with this incredible

Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11475275168589824427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318121961366109301.post-75353463871351550992008-01-06T08:04:00.000-06:002008-01-06T08:40:16.630-06:00

We got back from our trip after another 9+ hours in the car on Friday.We opened presents, visited family, had big meals, ran around like crazy people, enjoyed some free babysitting, caught colds, gave each other conjunctivitis (Baby Girl was first), got prescriptions, served raw meat to family (which no one saw as being a subtle message with an edge to it ... hmmm, ;) ), made amends with crème

Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11475275168589824427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318121961366109301.post-64625512854800065702008-01-02T07:40:00.000-06:002008-01-02T07:44:16.239-06:00

Ten years ago today, Jason and I were married in front of our friends, our church, God, and society.Today, ten years later, we are sneaking out to see the new addition to the Nelson-Atkins museum and having a bit of dinner at one of our favorite restaurants while Baby Girl is entertained and adored by her family.On this day, it is appropriate to remember some things:I remember walking into the

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On Christmas Morning when Baby Girl woke up, Jason and I had decided that we would feed her breakfast before we took her out to see what Santa had brought her, a Fisher Price Farm with REAL barnyard sounds.However, in my early morning stupor, I took her into the living room to turn on the tree and open the blinds, a normal morning activity for us. Her eye immediately honed in on that farm set up

Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11475275168589824427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318121961366109301.post-84285440208863196462007-12-25T00:58:00.001-06:002007-12-25T12:38:15.204-06:00

May you find His light when all other lights go out.Happy Christmas!

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Jason had a funeral this weekend, so yesterday, in order to be out and about, do a bit of shopping, and get out of the house, Baby Girl and I went to the mall. I had to do a Trader Joe run, so we went to Orland Park. This is one of the big malls, which means they have a full array of stores, including Williams-Sonoma.As I was wondering around, eyeing the All-Clad roasters, the Chocolat Chaud pot,

Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11475275168589824427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318121961366109301.post-4740137244991358942007-12-13T13:33:00.000-06:002007-12-13T13:47:28.094-06:00

In a follow-up thread, Brandon Sanderson of Mistborn fame (no, I haven't read it either, but I've put it on hold so I can!) has been chosen by Harriet Rigney to finish the Wheel of Time.Tor's Press ReleaseSanderson's website Press ReleaseAn interview on Dragonmount.com with Sanderson

Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11475275168589824427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318121961366109301.post-89400232023141353872007-12-11T14:22:00.000-06:002007-12-11T14:22:50.080-06:00

Baby Girl is learning how to lay a big one on you.She is starting to recognize that Jason and I give her kisses as signs of affection. Being the quick and precocious Baby Girl that she is, she wants to emulate what we do. However, she hasn't quite got the kissing thing down yet. She doesn't really understand that you give someone a kiss with your mouth closed. This means that she heads toward you

Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11475275168589824427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318121961366109301.post-22861552570324516132007-12-06T17:36:00.000-06:002007-12-06T17:39:13.516-06:00

Because I know you have all been missing out on you hit of Roslyn-goodness.More pictures with the jump to Flickr

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On Wednesday, when I brought Baby Girl home from daycare, part of the papers that came home with her was an offer from the center for her to receive a letter from Santa. The gist:"Do you remember receiving a letter from Santa acknowledging your every wish? Well, we're offering 'Letters from Santa' this year for the cost of $3.00 per letter."When I saw this I rolled my eyes, but I left it on the

Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11475275168589824427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318121961366109301.post-82070232712712898282007-11-28T19:59:00.000-06:002007-11-28T19:57:41.957-06:00

Jason got the first disc of season six of Scrubs from Netflix yesterday. On the first disc is the Scrubs: the Musical! episode. We couldn't resist staying up to watch it.So, a little Guy Love shout out to all my peeps (you know I'm talking about you, Won).

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Jason had a Session meeting tonight in Wilmington, so he brought Baby Girl to the library as he has to do on these nights in order to make it to the meeting in time. When they got there, I was still finishing up with a cart of books at my desk. They were all reference books, and I didn't want to leave the evening staff with the whole lot of them, so Baby Girl and I headed out to the shelves to

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I got up this morning to look out at the back yard to see that all of our leaves have fallen over the last weekend, that frosts are laying upon the land like sugar topping, and that winter is merely a gentle breath away from the North Wind.It is a good day.Yesterday I lazed around sleeping and trying not to be sick (it worked, yeah!) and I ended up at one point watching high school football on

Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11475275168589824427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318121961366109301.post-18658706504729680912007-11-24T10:59:00.000-06:002007-11-24T11:01:43.881-06:00

The day after the Day of the Celebration of all that is Food I could not keep any food down.Ah, at least the flu has a sense of humor.

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It's Thanksgiving and it's been a lovely day. Baby Girl was the most chipper I have seen her in over a week. She seems to be getting her groove-thing back on.We had a stupendous day, and it went so smoothly, that I just sat back and enjoyed it. I must admit, I didn't get a single picture, not even of Baby Girl sitting on the lap of her Uncle Ian while he played a video game. But we did have a

Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11475275168589824427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318121961366109301.post-15617175988398068942007-11-20T13:31:00.000-06:002007-11-20T13:45:02.101-06:00

Black Friday: I think it must be called that because we're in mourning for our conscience.It's wrong; it just feels wrong.

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We have a Sick Baby Girl.In the course of the last few days she has had a fever, copious amounts of nose goo, vomiting, slight diarrhea, and general lethargy and clinginess.This has inspired in us slight bouts of nausea, worry, lack of sleep, and we've watched lots of Scrubs and Simpsons while we hold her and she stares absently out of the window.She's doing better, but the ol' Blog has suffered

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I just finished watching a movie Jason got from Netflix, The Librarian: Quest for the Spear. It turns out that it's a franchise, and there is already another one on DVD.It was the most ridiculous, obviously over-the-top, Indiana Jones wanna-be.I think I need to go adjust my Netflix queue; excuse me.

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In order to help fulfill my patriotic duty on this Veteran's Day, I watched the presidential debate from the end of October. I have a personal appeal to the participants of the presidential candidacy process:Please, please, please, please, for the love of all that is holy, find new metaphors, ok? No more carrots, sticks, thorns, sticky situations, big challenges, drumbeats, red-line, crystal

Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11475275168589824427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318121961366109301.post-11688905379191916472007-11-10T12:19:00.000-06:002007-11-10T12:28:36.179-06:00

On WBEZ, the repeated This American Life wasn't the episode of Harold Washington, as on their website, but the one about Shakespeare done by a prison community.I think I've heard this episode about half a dozen times and I never get tired of it. It's a good listen. I always learn something new and revelatory.

Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11475275168589824427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318121961366109301.post-87885359695894545752007-11-09T20:29:00.000-06:002007-11-09T20:50:07.787-06:00

I read several blogs , and while a couple are industry things and technology things that I aggregate in my Google Reader, there is a whole section of blogs that I check in with personally to see how they're doing (btw, writing this post has inspired me to update my blogroll down there, something I hadn't done in a while, so you may see some new things).I got turned on to Sweet Juniper! recently.

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When she got home tonight from daycare, after dinner she was playing at her cabinet in the kitchen. I looked over and she was carefully spinning around and around in place with a look of fierce concentration on her face.Obviously she's working on a new skill set.

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Last week, as you may know, Baby Girl turned 15 months old.This week, because she is ready for the Toddler Room, she started daycare two days a week.Today is her first day.Now, originally I wasn't at all worried about her heading off to day care. When we went to tour the facility a couple of weeks ago, all three of us, when we went into the toddler room, she got down and played with the toys,

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Last night Baby Girl didn't sleep so well. It would seem that she is definitely working on some tooth options. She woke me up at 1:30 and I didn't get back into a deep sleep until 5:20, about a half an hour before my alarm goes off.Jason asked me if I was ok before he walked out the door this morning. I told him that I was just frazzled from the poor sleep. I explained that I was a frazzled,

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Baby Girl was particularly cling-y this Monday Morning and I was happy to send her off in her father's arms at 9:30 so I could go to work (even if the day proved that the Mamas and the Papas called it back in the 60s).Later in the day Jason observed that she was biting, a lot, so maybe there is method to the madness that was her disposition this morning.Work was fixing all of the little things

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I think, when you have a baby, there is a special hormonal thing that happens to your ears.We went to the grocery store today and, when it was time to leave and get her bundled back into her coat, I put away her snack cup and her drink cup (we go prepared to the grocery store; we don't want to get the munchies in the middle of the cookie aisle). But she wanted them--now--and she spent the walk

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Today was our open house, which went very well. It never ceases to amaze me how much fun I have throwing these little events considering the fact that I really don't like talking to people very much.Of course, Jason would want it to be pointed out that it's not actually the party, itself, that I like so much, but the planning of the party that I enjoy so immensely.Then to prove his point, he

Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11475275168589824427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318121961366109301.post-49401273370895141162007-11-02T09:37:00.000-05:002007-11-05T21:21:41.548-06:00

I took off of work yesterday and decided to treat myself to sleeping in until she slept. You see, over the last two weeks since we got back from KC, she has taken to sleeping until 7:30, sometimes 7:45 (I think she suspects that Daylight Savings Time is getting ready to end, so she's resetting her clock).Well, she decided yesterday that 7:05 was a wonderful time to wake up. The first time that

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I have rather erudite readers out there, so I imagine most of you have heard of National Novel Writing Month. Well, there is a counter-point movement, National Blog Posting Month, or NaBloPoMo. You may have noticed my little badge over there on the right.When I started this intellectual exercise (is that what the kiddies are calling self-aggrandizing behavior on the internet these days?) back in

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I want one.Eye-Fi SD Memory Card via Photojojo

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