It's like Tuesdays with Morrie without all the wisdom
I have some daughters
Seven
6August 17, 2010
by Abby
in I have some daughters
She loves to build, bake, invent, draw, color, eat, play, sing, dance, change her clothes, buy new clothes, plan outfits, plan meals, plan Lego cities. Her passion is boundless. She’s innovative, and the way she changes from minute to minute is infinite. She’s independent in the most interesting ways, but she likes to wear my sweatshirt because she says she wants to be able to smell me whenever she needs to. She’s an excellent mix of strong and vulnerable, and now she’s seven. Seven? Really, I have no idea how we got here, but it’s a great place to be. 
Maya is a Country Girl
4May 7, 2010
by Abby
in I have some daughters
Maya decided to make her bed this morning and when I heard her singing and blasting The Man in Black from her hot pink cd player, I had to get it on video.
She’s been in a country phase lately, and she asked me to put some Johnny Cash and John Denver on a cd for her very own self so I did. When she has a friend over, she listens to “Country Roads” and mournfully says, “My Grandma Marilyn moved in West Virginia! This song makes me miss her and Michigan so much,” while her friend pats her back and Maya suppresses a coy little smile.
The best thing about the video, besides the adorable kid, is the fact that she’s standing on a bed that used to belong to her Great-Grandma and Great-Grandpa Aldrich, and among the hundreds of blankets are a blanket that Grandma Marilyn gave us, a little afghan made by her Great-Grandma Aldrich, a little afghan made by her Grandma Sheryl, a fleece blanket made by her Nana, and a little quilt made by my very first best friend, Julie. Priceless heirlooms, every one. That’s the way that country girl rolls.
Eleven Looks Like This
11April 17, 2010
by Abby
in I have some daughters
Happy 11th birthday to Lena and Liberty! They’re partying with their friends and they just finished opening presents. We made up a little scavenger hunt for them and at the end, they found a video that told them what their big present was. Shout out to my awesome sister-in-law, Tracy, who came up with the gift idea. Below you’ll find the video with their priceless reaction after. They’re having a good birthday so far. I’m glad because these girls rock and I’m so proud of them.
Spring is Stupid
5April 12, 2010
April is busy for me what with pondering spring with its new beginnings, and staring at a giant bunny in my yard. This bunny leaves the most gigantic piles of bunny turds out there, right where she’s eating. My yard must be extremely high in fiber because I just can’t believe it. I’m going to take a picture. Then you’ll be sorry.
Our anniversary is tomorrow. Fourteen years, suckas! And you thought it wouldn’t last. I don’t know what it means that every year around this time Bryan asks, “How long were your parents married?” I hope I don’t find out that he had a secret bet with my dad and after our 19th anniversary, he’s going to call my dad and be like, “HA! I stayed married to one longer than you did. Pay up.” That would suck.
And Lena and Liberty turn 11 on Saturday. I haven’t even ruined them yet. Probably. April does sometimes kick me in the gut with the years-old fear that I had when things started to go downhill in my pregnancy and then Liberty’s surgery and recovery. I really have to tell myself that everything is fine and they’re both healthy and I’m not trapped inside a hospital while spring happens outside. I can eat whatever I want, not hospital food. And Liberty can breathe right on her very own. And I can see them both every single day instead of being too out of it and hemorrhage-y. I feel like I should get over it already, but it’s like body memory and when I look out the window at the sunshine and new leaves, I’m right back in that hospital looking out the window, watching spring happen, worrying, praying, crying, worrying, praying, crying.
Anyway, spring is stupid. Give me summer. Everything turned awesome that summer. Cute little onesies and babies who lived with me instead of at the hospital. And we’d put them in their little matching outfits and make them hug each other. And they liked it!
Maya’s Metaphors
1March 10, 2010
by Abby
in I have some daughters
Since I gave you a dirty, dirty video yesterday, I thought I’d give you one that is sweet and homemade, like cookies. See if you can find the metaphor.
*spoiler alert*
The reason the “oh me me” person wasn’t allowed to go along with the “come on” person is because the “oh me me” person is a gay and the “come on” person is a prominent church leader. At least, that’s what I gathered from Maya’s explanation that the “come on” person, “thinks mean is nice and nice is mean.” It’s clearly a metaphor for homophobic attitudes in the name of religion. I had to add “in the name of religion” because who else thinks mean is nice and nice is mean? They think it’s nice to try to convert homosexuals, and they think nice loving homosexual relationships are mean. The end.
