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Sunday, November 8, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
A little anecdote
Last night, in honor of my sister coming in from San Francisco, Colin and I spent the night at my mom's apartment in downtown Phoenix. She and her partner, J, live right amidst the rapidly growing art scene and every 1st Friday of the month the street is shut down and the galleries are open late and people mill about purchasing things and eating local tamales and shaved ice (in November because Arizona weather is batshit insane). It's about 1/8 the size of anything they have in a regular large city with a thriving arts scene, but HEY! We're getting there! Go go urban development!
But I digress.
After a lovely evening of walking around looking at art, eating at an awesome local restaurant, and running around with his Nana, J, and his auntie. Colin, Nana and I headed up to bed. We brushed our teeth and got into jammies (ok, we attempted jammies, Colin is anti-jammie) and we crawled into bed.
The layout of the apartment is a split plan. Colin, Nana and I were in one bedroom and J was in the other one across the living room. Colin was snuggled in between my mom and I and giving us eskimo kisses and trying to con his way out of bed. All the lights were off and the house was quiet.
After about 30 minutes of wrangling, Colin finally slid off the bed. My mom and I waited in silence, knowing there was nothing interesting or destructible in the rest of the house.
Colin looked around him, and marched out the door, his little diapered butt bobbing along. We heard him march down the hallway, stop and begin walking again. For a long while it was silent and dark.
And then, out of nowhere, a light flicked on and Colin shouted at the top of his lungs: "TAH DAH!"
He had managed to march into my mom's bedroom in the dark, go over to the bed and reach up and turn on the bedside table lamp. Mom and I died laughing.
Colin fell asleep 15 minutes later.
Friday, November 6, 2009
these dreams
This morning saw me waking up from a dream that was exceptionally vivid:
I was sitting across from a dining companion eating salmon and wild rice, drinking a glass of red wine. We were talking about politics (how we felt about President Obama a year in) and his career. The salmon was poached, it was very buttery and I asked for more lemon. He was eating a a cous cous salad , quinoa maybe? He gave me a taste of it and laughed when a little piece tumbled out of my mouth. The tablecloth had a pattern on it and we both remarked on how unusual that was. I lifted my wine glass and looked at the wine in the candle light and admired the jeweled hue, and I knew, while still dreaming, that it was all a dream, however real seeming. I looked at Heath Ledger who sat across from me and said: "It really sucks that this is a dream" and he grinned that beautiful wide smile at me and I woke up with a powerful sorrow.
In fact, this dream and that sorrow were so strong I am getting choked up writing it...how about that for a Friday morning
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
boxers to your corners!
last night I was sitting there thinking, do I have an interesting anecdote from my day to share? I couldn't think of one over the shouting of my child who did not want to go to bed. AT ALL. Not even in our cozy family bed.
This has been a recurring them of late, his thinking of every excuse in the book to get out of bedding down for the night, and then resorting to kicking and screaming...sigh. I know it's age appropriate for him to do this and that means the crazy tantrums during the day too, but dang is it wearing me down.
So my question is: If you have a toddler, how do you beat the bedtime battle?
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