Instead of a by a two year old and a six year old – this is what I awoke to this morning. I am in Tucson visiting my aunt by myself for several days.
Lauren can talk very well for a two year old and she tries to talk just like Julia, who is six. So – when she has something she doesn’t say right it can be very cute.
She has a book of nursery rhymes. When she asks for it she says “I want Blah Blah Black Sheep”. I haven’t had the heart to tell her it is “Baa Baa” because it is so dang cute.
I just bought a new scanner – I have been keeping my eye out for one that will scan medium format negatives because we purchased the negatives from our wedding and I have been wanting to convert them to digital files. I found one that was actually reasonably priced and have just started scanning the negatives as they take quite a while with the dust removal setting. It scans photos very quickly and well and so I have had fun scanning in some oldies. I thought I’d share a few:
Me and the Boilermaker Special
Playing the cello when I was five
I think I was 12 or so in the picture – scary
Me at fourteen or so …..hmm – what 80’s group did I like?
The full display
As Nathan lay dying and in pain, we decided to put on some music. We chose a compilation of hymns. One hymn that played that morning was “Be Still My Soul”
Well – we are singing an arrangement of it on Sunday. During rehearsal I started singing and then the memory hit me part of the way in. The third verse, in particular was hard to sing. I actually left and composed myself and came back in. I had to do that one other time when we were preparing music for remembrance Sunday and Nathan was still alive. I don’t anticipate being able to sing the next remembrance Sunday when Nathan’s name will be read.
Here are the lyrics:
1. Be still, my soul: the Lord is on your side.
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
leave to your God to order and provide;
in every change God faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul: your best, your heavenly friend
through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.
2. Be still, my soul: your God will undertake
to guide the future, as in ages past.
Your hope, your confidence let nothing shake;
all now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know
the Christ who ruled them while he dwelt below.
3. Be still, my soul: the hour is hastening on
when we shall be forever with the Lord,
when disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
sorrow for forgot, love's purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past,
all safe and blessed we shall meet at last.
So, remember my rant about caucuses the other day? Well – I didn’t only rant here, I decided to write a letter to the editor of the local paper.
Mine was printed – along with another similar letter.
I went to choir rehearsal last night and had several people give me kudos for writing it. At the end another choir member came up to me and asked if it was me who wrote it. Her response? “I’m glad to learn I’m not the only democrat in the choir!” We joked about being possibly one of the few democrats in the church. I told her I did think about the fact I was “outing” myself! My friend who I sit next to in most rehearsals (jokingly) told me she would forgive me for being a democrat.
You may recall THIS post. My hair was pretty short for me in that picture.
This is my hair now. Please ignore the crappy self-portrait blank stare.
I get lots of comments on my hair. I get a lot of compliments but I am also now recognized because of my hair. We had dinner at church a few weeks ago and we sit at community tables. We chatted with an older man at our table and talked about what classes we were taking that night. I mentioned I was taking a handbell class and that I was also in choir. He said that he recognized me from the choir from my long hair.
I never meant for my hair to get so long. It was longish in September 2006 when I went to get it cut before going to New York. Then I was stuck in New York and when we got back I was just too busy to bother with it. This fall I finally decided I was going to cut it because it was kind of annoying me and it was only long by default. That is when all the comments started. People would compliment me and if I mentioned I was going to get it cut soon they would all tell me not to! I have people asking me how long I have been growing it out and I tell them it was an accident.
Of course, there’s Luke who loves it long and Lauren who loves to bury her face in my hair and play with it. It is long enough that while at the store yesterday she was holding the ends of it (sitting in the cart) while I was upright pushing the card.
So – I have decided not to cut it for now. I did give it a trim a few weeks ago. I don’t know if it is good or bad to be constantly described by your hair but I figure that at 35 my years for having very long hair are numbered.
I am truly annoyed by the whole Caucus thing. How many more people could cast their vote if it were a primary?
Anyone who has to work at 7:00 pm – sorry!
Your child has an activity – either vote or make the kid miss this week
Then there is us – we have two small children. We have three choices
1. Get a babysitter and pay them so we can vote!
2. One of us votes the other stays home.
3. Bring a 2 year old and 6 year old to the caucus. The El Paso County Democratic office told me I should not bring them. She said they will have to be quiet for an hour and a half. I asked if I could legally bring them and she said yes but that I shouldn’t if they are under the age of nine.
Wonderful! Really promotes getting voters out there!
So – most likely I am going to go to the caucus and Luke will stay home.
This video was created by Mark Dungan (fellow NB parent and advocate extraordinaire) for the Children’s Neuroblastoma Cancer Foundation.
It is very nicely done and I hope a lot of people see it and start to understand the dire need of funding for childhood cancer research.
Nathan is in it twice – once in the middle playing in sprinklers (with hair) and once towards the end getting a hug and kiss (along with Julia) from Luke (without hair)