New Year’s Eve Housekeeping Masquerade

31 12 2011

Yesterday, I had a long list. My kids were with their dad, and I was certain I could knock that baby out without any trouble.

Except there was some trouble. Because I ended up reading two books, and only two things got crossed off the list.

I decided I needed to really buckle down today, get unpacked, and clean those bathrooms!

As I was getting ready, I decided to do my hair a little differently than normal. Short hair takes a lot more maintenance hair-cut-wise than long hair. Since I’ve been out of town for almost two weeks, I had to put off my regular five-week trim (it’s on Tuesday, thank goodness).

Anyway, I used some hair oil and tried for the sleek look. (I think now is the time for me to admit that I may not be a ‘sleek look’ type person.) It ended up being rather formal, so I put on some make-up in order to match my hair a little better. (I think now is the time for me to admit that it didn’t really work.) In my misguided enthusiasm, I decided to give Red Salsa another try.

Which I guess is why whenever I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I scrubbed down the bathrooms, I startled like someone had just dropped a stack of plates on the floor unexpectedly.

Scary.

 

Happy New Year!





A Magical Moment

30 12 2011

I’m back from an almost-perfect Christmas vacation to Idaho with my kids. I should probably be unpacking or cleaning my house.

And yet I blog.

A Magical Moment

Here’s my little redhead on Christmas Eve, trying on the stockings.

The next day, he was a bear. Merry Christmas! If any cousins got within a four-foot radius of him or his toys, he would scream, “Nooooo!” with his hands on his cheeks. (Several days later I took him to the doctor and found out he had a double ear infection, which could have been part of the bearishness.)

Also, he ate a lot of candy and not much food that morning. I tried, but couldn’t even get him to eat toast, which is usually his favorite. Add in his autism and the disruption of his normal routine by being in a different place with different people, and church was pretty much a disaster.

By the time I’d been hit and head-butted and a cause for general distraction amongst the congregation, I was ready to pull the plug. Finis. The hall for the rest of the meeting.

The final musical number began just as he slipped from my grasp once again. I sighed. Do I run after him? This was where I weighed the disruption he was causing in the aisle to the probable disruption he would cause after I grabbed him. The grabbing side was winning when I heard two violins soar above and through the argument my brain was having with itself.

I was going to write, “Now, the violin is not my favorite instrument.” That’d be a true statement. But then I tried to figure out what was, and I didn’t really know. What I do know is that whenever I hear someone playing an instrument with not only skill but with feeling, it’s almost like magic.

This violin duet was like that for me.

I got chills.

I had a hard time breathing.

I started to cry.

It wasn’t until the song was almost over that I remembered I had a child who might be disturbing people in his path. I looked over and saw him stretched out in the aisle six or seven rows ahead. He was on his back, completely still, listening.

When the last notes died away, he brought his hands together several times in silent applause.

 

Magic.





A Full and Thankful Heart

11 12 2011

It’s been a busy few weeks. Between Thanksgiving, a visit from my mom, Rainbow’s baptism, and Christmas fill-in-the-blank (decorating, band concert, potluck, etc.), I’ve hardly had a minute to string two coherent thoughts together. They’re all good things, though, for which I am truly grateful.

I’m grateful for my brother and sister-in-law for letting me come to their house for Thanksgiving.

I’m grateful for this kid:

And this kiddo:

And this one, too:

They all three kept me from missing my own little ones too much on Thanksgiving. And I still got to see my Oregon peeps a week later, so that worked out very well for me.

I’m grateful for these parents (even as I wish it were a better-executed photo, I still like their happiness):

Especially that Mom, who came home with me for a week to visit and help me get ready for the baptism.

And I’m grateful for this girl:

For making me laugh,

And for laughing with me.

I’m so grateful for her strong spirit and desire to do what’s right. There’s nothing quite like the glow of your own child when they’ve just been baptized.

 

I hope each of you are experiencing joy and gratitude for all the good-busy things this Christmas season.