September 25, 2008

• He Speaks

  I know that most three year olds today are fluent in two languages, can recite the quadratic equation, and have at least half the Psalms memorized, but yesterday Jamie came up to me, wrapped his arms around me and said, “mom, I need a hug”.  I happily obliged him and he looked up at me with those chocolaty brown eyes and said “no mom… a big hug. “   
  Well excuse me.   The boy speaks.

  I am almost ashamed to admit it for fear of realizing how uncool I’ve become but, I really adore being a mom….or rather, I enjoy being Jamie and Charlie’s mom.   With all the sleeplessness, irrational fears, mood swings and whining I do, one would think I really didn’t like this job, but I do, even if I’m not all that good at it.   As Jim says, I’m doing good if I can keep the kids fed and alive each day.  ha.
  Last night we left them in the competent hands of my sister Hannah while Jim and I donned fancy feathers and headed up to San Clemente for a movie premiere.   There were no red carpets or limousines as this was just an indie documentary, released in only a handful of theaters around Southern CA, but there was one very important element that made pumping breastmilk, staggering around in high heels, and getting home at midnight all worthwhile;  my dad was part of the cast as one of the main characters.
    I’m chalking it up to one of life’s more weird experiences; sitting in a bonafide movie theater watching my dad’s familiar face take up 20 feet worth of screen.  If anyone’s curious, the movie is called Hearing Everett, with dad starring in the role of Ed Everett.  He’s pretty easy to recognize even with his hair dyed black, seventies clothes on, and gigantic thick glasses.

  Last weekend my parents “hired” me to take pictures of the whole family.  Not necessarily a good idea, particularly if you want decent pictures in the end.   Getting a family of 10 to all look at the camera with a generally pleasant expression is hard enough, but when you’re their older sister all you get is back talk and smart ass-ery (?).  Plus, no amount of dancing a jig with rings on my fingers or bells on my toes induced them to look anything less than annoyed as they’ve already seen it all from me before, but in the end I think all our true personalities shined through… at least everyone but mine, as I was too busy setting up the timer and diving into the mass to really accomplish much more than my token presence in the photograph.   You can find the rest of the pictures here.

  
  

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