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August 16, 2005
pass the kleenex self portrait tuesday
Chas has evolved into this dense chunk of loveliness that stops my heart mid-beat; I have to remember to breathe. I don't know if it's the hobbit-baby hair, long strawberry blonde pouring over his ears and face, or if it's his huge top teeth set a mile apart from each other and opposing two tiny bottom teeth, or his cosmic blue eyes. Or if it's the Proof of God that I see as I watch him sleep, with leaden eyelids. But it's arresting, his presence. Of course, at other times I'm too distracted to sit in awe.
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August 14, 2005
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Chas is now walking across rooms. On Friday he began practicing in earnest, stopping only to eat and sleep, but today he feels he has mastered his first footed gait and is scrumptiously sleeping now in his bed, smiling and dreaming and proud of himself. His reddish hair is rumpled around his head, tired and wasted from a day of hustle-bustle, not just from walking but from climbing up and down from Ford's booster seat in the middle of the living room floor. Chas looked like a finicky dog, spinning and adjusting, around and around for fifteen minutes atop the miniature seat, before sitting, sighing and smiling in satisfaction. And then clapping! And then he proceeded to traverse the house once more, clap, and repeat. Again and again. And again. Again. Again. again.
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August 12, 2005
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Chas would very much like to walk, minus the falling down part. In the kitchen we were captive audience this afternoon. He would get up, look at us as if to say he'd just been given a $1000 gift certificate to Design Public, step step step witholding breath, then plop halfway surprised before looking up at both of us in pride, clapping his hands loudly and vigorously, grinning and soliciting our applause. At times like this I think he is entirely happy-go-lucky, just riding this whole walk-tease phase out; other times I perceive him as fiercely opinionated, like when I try to rescue my delicate cell fone out of his grasp and am met with the ringwraith scream, eardrums shattered and eyelids peeled back in strain. He's a soft, snuggly bundle of conflicted joviality and frustration.
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August 11, 2005
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Ford and I visited the Montessori school at the end of our block yesterday morning. It was poised, pretty, just bubbling with children. They practice strict Montessori method, and I was impressed with the industriousness and self-reliance of a 4 year-old girl as she swept collage remnants with a child-sized broom into a child-sized dustpan. The place glowed with purpose and warmth and Ford (and Chas, for his part) seemed to enjoy it very much. In fact, he didn't want to leave. He was attracted to station after station, wooden baskets and utensils, glowing freshwater fish tank and sunny windows facing the children's vegetable garden.
But there are no openings until June 2006.
This might be our opportunity in disguise to travel this year and shuffle the boys out of the country for a little exploring, while we still can.
I feel as if I'm waiting for Them to come take Chas away. With conflicting travel plans coming from more than three loved ones, I find myself pushing Chas' birthday celebration nearly two weeks following his actual birthdate. Is it so much to accommodate everyone's schedules that they might be able to join us in celebration, or am I reluctant for Time to take away Chas' First Year away from me, with all of the poignant milestones? He's not going to be a baby once he passes his First Birthday, but a toddler. It's not fair that decades of dying are preceded by the short, enthusiastic pant of life in that first year here.
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Family Night at the ACM
In which somebody stole Ford's artwork and Chas' right arm turned into a fin.
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August 09, 2005
Self Portrait Tuesday
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August 04, 2005
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Not only have I re-acclimated myself to the heat, but I have re-acclimated myself to applying gobs and gobs of sunscreen every half-hour.
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Somebody stop me
I've jumped onto Modern Quilt-Along. I figure that if I can make a generous king quilt then my brawny husband can furnish a proper four-poster? (well, eventually, Dear.)
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August 03, 2005
Simplification
Since I have difficulties juggling two kids, multiple personalities and a clunky EOS Rebel, I begged Damon to trade me his teensy Elph for my monstrous camera baggage. "Do it for the kids?" I urged, to his chagrin, but he caved and I love him for it.
Here is it's new sleeve, lovingly (albeit hastily--c'mon, this is just after Girl's Nite Out) stitched by hand from leftover sake monkey's tie fabric when I should be sleeping. But it's protected now:
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Self Portrait Tuesday
Negotiating a deal with upper management.
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August 02, 2005
Unplugged
For two weeks the kids and I have been de-acclimated to the heat. When we visited Houston, we immediately became A/C-dependent because the heat and humidity there is brutal, especially hard on active little kids, add plenty of mosquitoes along with it and you have a nasty cocktail for a grumpy mood.
Austin is not the hottest place in the world, although local news will run stories to sensationalize the heat, and describe the city as unusually hot, compared to elsewhere in Texas. Really, this is nonsense. Austin has cold springs and trees, even caves, so finding respite during the day isn't difficult. The key is to stay out of the sun, which I should be doing anyway, but it isn't necessary to stay indoors. In fact, I have begun boycotting my A/C dependence because I find it depressing. It makes me feel perishable, like some sort of walking dairy product.
This morning we "kept it real" in order to re-acclimate and drove (windows down!) to Bull Creek for a hike. The water was low, the cicadas droned away and kids were diving from the cliffs, making it a party. Sure, it was hot, but Chas sung in the backpack and Ford, well, forded the creek over and back again until lunch, stopping to examine pollywogs and fry here and there.
It's easy to become victimized by the heat when air conditioning is so accessible here. When I listen to the sound of a window unit or a blowing A/C unit, I'm reminded of my first summer job. I was babysitting, and there I was, wedged between the television and an A/C unit, idling the midday hours while my charge slept. It was the first memory I have of being utterly depressed. It was such a brain-suck, I felt like lard.
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The machine is still humming...
This afternoon we were all so amped on imaginative play that we decided to set up a sushi bar in the boy's room. With remnants I've been sewing salmon sashimi, tuna sushi and seaweed salad. It was so entirely diverting that we might go thrifting tomorrow for more kitchen accessories and vintage fabrics. Ford also mentioned wanting his own tea set and glasses for bubble tea and a sushi cutting board with a picture of a glass of bubble tea on top. And he wants bubble tea. I think the green tea variety.
Driving to playdate this morning with the restless boys in the back and Sake Monkey buckled into the seat between them, I realized the satisfying feeling of control that a stuffed doll offers. No matter what scenario you place them in, they remain quiet, trusting and happy.
For the past hour I've been drawing silhouettes for stuffed dolls. I began with a human-type but it quickly morphed into a starfish-person. Go figure. Add starfish-person notions to the thrift store list for tomorrow.
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While the machine is still warm:
Aren't these just Dandi?
I believe I've been inspired to make some aprons for Christmas and for another group:
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August 01, 2005
Sake Monkey
My sewing machine needed a jumpstart so I jumped onto the July Month of Softies bandwagon in the nick of time and created a sock monkey (this month's theme) out of a pair of Damon's old boot socks. Guess what? He doesn't smell funny. Chas thinks he's charming and likes to snuggle with the toy already. When he is older he might think this is amusing. Why would his mother make a toy out of used men's socks? Really, there isn't enough Oxy-Clean and bleach in the world...but look how cute this is:
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Want to see all of July's pedal primates?
