Friday, December 21, 2012

The things I need to do before the world ends.

I don't believe that the world is going to end today. I believe in Jesus and the Bible (and Christmas) and that the end of the world will be a surprise to everyone. Even the Pope. I also can't help but wonder this - where are the Mayans now? I mean, they were clearly an intelligent bunch, developing all that art, architecture, and written language and so forth. But, if they were so expert at predictions, why stop there? What have they done of note lately? No disrespect intended, but I just don't buy it. I can't. I can't because I don't have time. I don't have time to worry about something that may or may not happen. I need to get shit done. Here are the things that I need or really really want to do before 11:11pm tonight, in no particular order:

- Snuggle with my baby.
- Snuggle with my puppy.
- Snuggle with my husband.
- Eat a fried chicken sandwich for lunch.
- Finish drinking this cup of coffee.
- Buy Audrey some snow boots.
- Force Audrey to wear said snow boots.
- Force Audrey to frolic in the snow so I can take pictures.
- Finish wrapping the last of the Christmas gifts.
- Snuggle with my baby.
- Finish a project at work.
- Eat the leftover spaghetti in my refrigerator for dinner.
- Finish off the box of chocolates my assistant gave me.
- Get a manicure.
- Finish the laundry.
- Clean out my inbox.
- Talk to my brother about his weekend plans.
- Finish reading the magazine on my nightstand.
- Clean out the DVR.

And that's just the next 14 hours. There are about a million other things I need or really want to do before the end of it all. But, just thinking about it, I sure will surely appreciate those snuggles and fried chicken sandwich more than usual.


Monday, December 17, 2012


I don't have much in the way of words that can express the intensity of the heart ache I have felt since Friday over the tragic school shooting in Newton, Connecticut. I also know that I am far from alone in my confusion and sadness. In my feelings of helplessness and fear. When I think of those scared children, their brave teachers, and their devastated parents, and my heart feels like its going to drop out, two ideas help me to hold it in.

1. Someone posted something on a blog or facebook or something that keeps running through my head...

In every tragedy, look for the helpers.

So I have been looking for the helpers. The first responders, who never in a million years could have imagined that the scene at Sandy Hook Elementary would someday be their responsibility. The teachers who somehow kept their students calm as gunfire rang through their school. The neighbor who took in a handful of kids who had somehow escaped the classroom. It really does help to focus on the people who, in the face of such terror, managed to be brave, and kind, and professional, and generous. As long as those people are among us, there is hope. There is goodness. There is a God. There is Hope

2. Like the parents at Sandy Hook, 911, Columbine, Aurora... The Virgin Mary lost her own Son to cruel, violent, crazy people who killed out of their own fear and inability to grasp reality.

And she is the most elevated of saints. She is the most perfect intercessor to God the Father and to her Son. She understands the pain of mothers everywhere who have lost their children too soon. She understands the pain that I feel even just imagining ever having to say goodbye to my Audrey. As Jesus welcomes children to him, holds them close, and cares for them in Heaven, Mary holds their parents who must live on without them. She is helping me to hold my heart in. Through her, I think I can embrace every day as a parent with joy and happiness, rather than with fear. And as long as we can each find joy and happiness in our own lives, and do what we can to spread it to others, there is a reason to go on each day.

Peace to all of you tonight. If you are a child, call your parents. If you are a parent, hold your children tight. Look for the helpers. Be a helper. Pray.


Sunday, December 9, 2012

An 18-Month Old Wants Cheese for Christmas

I was going to push out a post on my recent panic attack and wax and wane philosophical about how anxiety makes me who I am. Blah. Blah. Blah. But, then I decided that there was no use in telling everyone what they already know about me (i.e. that I am a stress-case). So, instead, we have a useful post about Christmas-gifting an 18 month old girl. Here goes...

It's hard. I mean, it's hard to know what to buy an 18 month old for Christmas. If I ask her, "Audrey, what do you want for Christmas?" Likely responses include, but are not limited to: cheese, woof, night-night, bye-eee, baby, moo, cereal, mommy, dada, go-go, and beans. So, yeah. Not going to wrap up a block of cheese or a can of beans. And no baby, real or otherwise. Not this year anyways.

So, we decided  to ask Santa for a few other really great other options that we think she will like, even though she didn't specifically ask for them.

Little Tykes Basketball Goal

Little Tykes Golf Set

Toddler Backpack

And, of course, a library's worth of books and enough puzzles to totally drive me crazy when Toby hides the pieces under the bed. She'll also be enjoying some new pjs, art supplies, and hopefully some new socks (if Santa can find a good deal on toddler Trumpettes).

Can't wait to see her little face on Christmas morning when she seeks the boxes stacked under the tree. Also can't wait to see her tote her little golf set around the house. We're going to teach her to say "fore!" but it will sound more like "foe!"And then, when she wants more golf, you'll hear her shouting "moe foe!" Oh, I cannot wait to catch that on video. Can. Not. Wait.

What is Santa bringing your big and little nuggets?

Not stressing about Christmas this year,