May 28 2013

the one millionth reason i love her

she calls pipe cleaners “scrub brushes.”

they’re her current favorite art project medium. that and blue painters tape.


butterfly wings for her cats:


May 24 2013

playing with our food

here are those antics i promised.

“i look like a grandfather!”

“it’s my protein AND my beard!”

May 22 2013


have you ever had a period of time when it feels like too many bad or sad or tragic things happen all at once?  not necessarily to you, but to people around you?  i’m in one of those right now.  or, hopefully, coming out of it.  one friend lost a close family friend, another is trying to comprehend the death of a newborn and a third, someone i love very much, is thinking a lot about someone she lost a year ago.

a friend found comfort in this poem today and i do, too.  i wanted to share.


I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!”

“Gone where?”

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear the load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!” There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: “Here she comes!” And that is dying.

-Henry Van Dyke


uplifting, nonsensical preschooler antics coming soon.  promise.


May 18 2013

sewing up the hole

we’ve known this was coming for a while. we discovered josephine’s inguinal (groin) hernia a couple years ago and her pediatrician told us that they’re usually repaired when kids are four.  great, we thought, surgery at four.  but then that darn hernia started acting up, popping out and causing josephine pain.  ok, we said, let’s get this fixed.  and yesterday we did.  josephine was a surgical rock star.  until about five minutes before actual surgery, she was nothing but excited about the prospect of fixing her hernia — possibly because i had really talked up the post-surgery apple juice and movie watching.  surgery went well — the hernia hole was stitched up and the laparoscopic incision was glued shut.  josephine was cranky as heck coming out of anesthesia, but that was fairly short-lived.  we arrived at the hospital at 6:30am and were home by 11:30 that same morning. we were all really impressed with the care we got at seattle children’s.

josephine’s been on a rotating dose of ibuprofen and tylenol, eating well, and moving around.  although she did insist on being carried to the bathroom a few times yesterday.  she’s crushed that she can’t yet sleep on her belly — her normal sleep position — and that’s probably been the most trying part of the situation for her. given the endless list of reasons we could have spent the morning at the hospital for (believe me, i could create for you a fairly endless list), ned and i are grateful this was the (straight-forward, fairly non-scary) one we were there for.

josephine yesterday, pre-surgery:

josephine yesterday, post-surgery:

josephine today:

some of josephine’s thoughts on the whole ordeal:

at school, explaining surgery to her classmates: “it’s a temporary disability.”

after bedtime the night before surgery, concerned about the no eating rule, in her dark room with her flashlight on: “if nothing can go down my throat in the morning, can i still swallow my spit?”

post-surgery: “my goodness! i don’t like anything about getting surgery.”

in drugged-out bliss yesterday: “this part of you taking care of me is wa-wonderful.”

May 10 2013

soaking it in

the sun has returned to seattle!  (at least for a bit — the forecast is iffy for the next week. but it does NOT include 14″ of snow, so we’re doing better than some states in the recent past.)  last weekend, we spent a very large number of hours sitting outside on our picnic blanket. in the spring-fresh air and the sun, it’s one of my favorite places to be.

even though josephine has recently discovered physical force as a way of indicating her displeasure with something, she is, mostly, a delightful blanket companion.  we’ve enjoyed several picnics, both as a threesome and with friends, at the lake.

the three of us took in the windermere cup last saturday — possibly the most laid-back spectator sport ever.  the windermere cup is a series of crew races through the montlake cut (the waterway that connects lake union and lake washington and runs just south of the university of washington).  the races are spaced so there’s long minutes of nothingness in between the end of one race and the start of the next. and this year was particularly uneventful as there were maybe two races that had anything that could be remotely described as a close finish.  most races more resembled a crew boat parade.  oh, look, a crew boat …  and there’s another …  oh, and another … is there one more?  yep…  there it is… uh, go! race!  the crowd is vast and supportive and the UW band was playing across the cut.  and the sun was out.  really, do you need anything else?




May 3 2013


josephine: what are those guys doing with all that wood?
me: it looks like they’re unloading it from the truck for a project. what do you think they’ll make?
josephine: i don’t know…
me: well, what’s something that’s made of wood?
josephine: cars?
me: uh, no. cars aren’t made of wood. what do you think they might be made out of?
josephine: uh, silverware?


me: when we get to seattle center, we’ll get to see the space needle!
josephine: can we see the suitcases going up the space needle?
me: suitcases? do you mean the elevators?
josephine: um, yeah. elevators.


me: joey, you just spent an HOUR screaming about how you didn’t want to take your diaper off after your nap. how can we make that not happen again tomorrow?
josephine: i have an idea. i could look at pictures of books with food it in, like green eggs and ham, and that will remind me that i’m hungry and i need a snack and then i’ll take my diaper off so i can have a snack.