Happy Birthday Jackson Pollock

Brit and I have a pretty good thing going on. We get each other. And, we both really like checking out art. In fact, we have a lot of overlapping likes in the area of contemporary art. Of course, we have our differences too, but how boring would it be otherwise?
One of our shared favorites is Jackson Pollock. Thanks to the cool way Google customizes their headers for special occasions, I happened to realize that Jackson Pollock's birthday was this past week.
We've been dragging Lydia to art museums for years, so she's familiar with this particular artist. In fact, one of the things I like about him is that his style is really accessible to young artists. I suspect that's one of the things Lydia digs about him. So, we decided to celebrate his birthday in style, with our own custom creation.
In honor of one of our families favorite artists, we made this brownie, and splattered it with various types of chocolate. (The yellow is just white chocolate with food coloring).
I'm very pleased with our wacky dessert. And to cap off our celebration, we read "Action Jackson". It's been a good night!
To make this crazy brownie cake, we just mixed up our favorite batch of brownies, and baked them in an 11x17 pan. While they were baking, we melted white chocolate, mild chocolate, and 60% dark chocolate. We divided the white in half, and added yellow food coloring to half of it. When the brownies were out of the oven, we used spoons to splatter the various shades of chocolate all over the cake. Mmmm. Edible art. Happy Birthday Jack!

Dear 2008 - See ya!

Things that went down in 2008:

My sister was (finally!) ordained as an Episcopal priest and Lydia and I were there to see it.

We have two fully functional and perfectly lovely bathrooms in our house for the FIRST TIME EVER after living here for 10 years....

Lydia read all the Harry Potter books.

I went to my first (and so far only, okay?) yoga class.

Brit changed hip doctors and is facing more surgery in 2009. But at least this doctor believes him when he says his hips hurt.

We lost Darby to cancer. In March. And writing it out still makes me cry.

We did NOT lose my dad to cancer. He kicked cancer's ass, in fact.

We adopted two new dogs - Strummer and Townes. They are both amazing

Lucy accepted the two new dogs. She's a good girl

I was laid off and had a job offer within two weeks.

We spent our last of many New Year's day at the lake house in Spicewood. The house was sold. On to new traditions!

We spent the second of no doubt many 4th of Julys at my folk's Moss Lake house.

Guthrie has spent cumulitive HOURS throwing rocks into various bodies of water.

Lydia moved up a level in piano lessons.

Brit got back to the work of writing his novel.

We went to Big Bend for Guthrie's 3rd birthday and the whole family is IN LOVE with the place.

I bought a hybrid after my car was totaled on I-35.

Lydia changed schools and is now being given Greek and Latin words in spelling to keep her occupied.

Lydia and I discovered Letterboxing (Google it!) thanks to her new school.

I attended my 20 year high school reunion.

I woke up every morning and said a prayer of gratitude for my beautiful children, and prayed for their continued health and safety.

I got my groove back.

Some of my favorite people got married, and some had babies, and some faced horrible loss and survived. And everyone amazed the hell out of me.

Things I am hoping for 2009:

Teaching Lydia to ride a bike

Getting better about "must do's" that aren't fun, like housework and home maintenance. Ugh.

Good health for EVERY ONE

A more active lifestyle for my cute little family

Camping

A comfortable spot in a church community

Cuddles and giggles and laughter and snuggles

Blessing for us all.

Halloween 2008

Guthrie LOVES Halloween

The Love Bug and The Robot

I Choose Hope

I'm voting today. I have to decide if I want my children growing up in a society that makes decisions from a place of fear, or a place of optimism. Every day I remind myself that I make healthier, more rational decisions when I operate from a place of hope, and not fear. I'm counting on my country to make that same decision.

Breathtaking Spirit

For reasons I can't articulate, I spent a large part of my recent weekend in Arizona meditating on my daughter. I found the place inside where I worry about the ways in which we're alike, and I let it go. I released it. I filled that spot instead with love and gratitude for the person she is. Herself. Lydia.

I walked around my home town and wished thousands of times over for her to be with me, to share the view. This was particularly true at the Dessert Botanical Gardens - Lydia collects succulant plants - when I wished she was there to see the butterflies, the cacti, the tortoise. At lunch later with my dad, I wished Lydia was there to join the conversation. She's a marvel, and she would have amazed my father to tears, I am certain.

None the less, it was a good weekend alone and a lovely time to recharge.

When my flight landed in Austin I turned my phone back on and discovered a message from a school we had applied to and been wait-listed at this summer. A spot had opened up, for Lydia. It literally felt like an answer to a prayer, like the universe responding to 3 days of meditation on the object of my affection.

And so, Lydia started her new school this past Monday. We picked out her outfit the night before. I packed her a special lunch. I said prayers and laid out socks and made sure she had a full water bottle. Dropping her off that morning was like reliving the first day of kindergarten all over again, right down to the tears. Her classroom is equipped with windows all around, including the hallways, so I was able to walk past and see my brave girl sitting in her new desk, looking so young, and so intrepid and so small. She was being so brave. As a mother, asking your child to be brave is hard. And I felt the water well in my eyes and I walked out to my car and thought about Lydia again. I thought about how lucky I am to have such an engaging, intelligent, joyful child.

At dinner that night she announced that she loved her new school.

This Friday is the Dia de Los Muertes parade, and we'll take picture. On November 5th I'll be one of the driver/chaparones for the first field trip of the year, and there will be more pictures. And on each ocassion I will remind myself how lucky I am as a mother and how lucky we are as a family and I will say prayers of gratitude for my precious, precious girl. I will live in the moment and I will stay open to the imperfections of the day and I will just be with her, and not worry, and just be.

The Valley of the Daughter

My dad and I spent Sunday morning taking photos together at the Dessert Botanical Garden in Phoenix. There was a monarch butterfly exhibit while we were there, which was incredible. I had a wonderful time. I also, however, kept wishing Lydia were with me. She would have just loved the gardens.

My father just completed treatment for throat cancer and is 100% cancer free. He also looks fantastic.
I took lots of photos of the dessert flora and surrounding landscape. I miss the dessert, and the mountains and the natural beauty of Arizona. I don't miss Phoenix, though. Although this visit did remind me of her many charms....

Surviving Twice

Did I say in my last post that I liked high school? Maybe the first time around...
Actually, I had a really good time at the reunion, thanks to some very dear friends. And I had some surprisingly wonderful conversations with several people from back in the day. I'm glad I went, because of people I love, like those to the right.
But certainly there were moments when I was back in that John Hughes place wishing that stupid rich snob would just shut up and move on..... And she did. And so should I.
It was a really fun party. And we all look f'in fantastic. All of us. Right on.

Benefit for Zay

If you are in Austin, please come. We love this little girl.

A Weekend for Me

My 20th high school reunion is this weekend. Tomorrow night. I don't really think of myself as a reunion person, but I am nostalgic, so it works. There were close to 1000 people in my graduating class, so I don't have great expectations for the reunion itself. However, I am going with one of my favorite women, so if I spend the whole night with her, it will be worth it. We both have enough of Dorothy Parker in us that regardless of what happens, it won't be boring.

I'll also be visiting family in Phoenix, which makes me wish I was bringing at least one of my children with me. But at the end of the day, a weekend alone, to do whatever I want, is a luxury I haven't experienced in years and years, and I'm looking forward to it.

Here's what I'll be leaving behind:

A family that I absolutely adore, and to which I am devoted, and for whom I am required to provide 3 meals a day, plus clean clothes, and some clear direction on how weekend time should be spent. I'm the Julie McCoy (Love Boat), Alice (The Brady Bunch) and Ward Cleaver (Leave it to Beaver) of our family, and I love it. But the idea of making decisions for no one but me for 2 whole days is delicious. Bring it.

I'm also leaving behind a job that I love. I'm taking Monday off. I'm not logging in at all while I'm gone. I work with the most amazing group of people and every day brings new opportunities and new challenges, both of which require full engagement. It's common for me to be on line late into the evening "collaborating". I don't intend to collaborate at all for the next 3 days. Unless it's with a bartender, on the best tequila for a top shelf margarita.

I know it's not cool, but I liked high school. I loved my friends. I was active in our theater group, honors classes, and a cool little group of mod hipsters. I hope I see folks from all of those areas on Saturday night. But if I don't, it's okay. I'll still get to see a couple of Arizona sunsets.

By the way, here are the shoes that are working for me today. So far, so good.

The Froggie Hat

Guthrie is at that magical age - exactly two - that seems so often to embody childhood to me. Early this summer we found a frog hat, during a time he was obsessed with frogs, in the dollar section at Target. No brainer. While reviewing photos from the summer, I noticed that Guthrie's yellow frog hat was showing up in so many of them. (I especially like the leprachaun like pose as he jumps on the bed at Mandy and Todd's house.) The thing is, the hat itself just looks like summer, when you're two, and could be any year at all. It's a classic, like the age itself. As we prepare for fall, and look forward to cooler temperatures and all the joys of the holidays, I'm looking at these pictures and realizing that the summer Guthrie was two is over. It was a good summer, and Guthrie did two with style.

In a month my little boy will be three. Those of you with babies - I'm going to need a fix once in a while. Don't be surprised when I stop by just to smell their little heads.

What should we do for dinner?

I used to cook, constantly. In college I would start a pot of soup or pan of spaghetti sauce before my afternoon classes, and we'd all eat for days afterwards. I still try to make a healthy dinner every night for my family, but lately, I'm just not feeling it. Take today for instance. I did manage to make a really yummy breakfast - we had puffed apple pancake made with whole grain flower. But now, hours later, we need dinner. And the only reason I'm considering cooking is I don't feel like getting dressed. (That's right, we're ALL still in our pajamas. Yesterday's yard sale wiped us all out.)
I'd run out for take out in a heartbeat if it didn't mean putting on clothes.
I guess I'll go and see what's in the freezer. I can always make something with pasta, or rice, and whatever frozen green and protein we have on hand.

What would Molly do?

Like a lot of people, I'm really missing Molly Ivins during this election cycle. Man, just imagining what she would have to say about Palin....
This is worth watching.

Guthrie Cooks! Lydia Films!

Summer in Austin

 


Here are some photos we've taken this week.

New Puppy!

 

We welcomed Strummer McFuzzybutt Leuba Jones to our family this June. He's a chocolate labradoodle, and he's very cute and funny.

Hooray for Pirates!

Guthrie has begus to do a delightful impression of a pirate. I've gone to the trouble of borrowing a flip camera and joining YouTube just so I could share the hillarity with all of you. And please note the blonde curls.

JOY to the WORLD!

We enjoyed visiting Katie and her family in Glen Ellyn, IL, during the holidays. Dear, sweet Pappy (Chuck) pulled Guthrie and Lydia in the sled in front of the rectory. Sooooooo fun. So fun. So much fun.

Oh yes, she's got his number

What a difference a year makes

This is how big and handsome Guthrie is now.

Man, do I owe you some information

I just noticed the last post was from well over a year ago. Oh dear.

Guthrie will be two in a matter of weeks. Lydia just received her first quarter 2nd grade report card, and it was all A's. Brit and I are fixing up the house and hope to sell by the end of the year, or certainly the end of winter.

Here is how we looked on Halloween:

Lydia is Cleopatra. Guthrie is Elvis.

I love our babies.

Here's the thing about our children. And I pray that God will allow me this moment to indulge in pride. They really are this big, and this happy, and this beautiful. And, despite the dire warnings of well intentioned friends, and despite Lydia's darkest fears two years ago, they really are this close. Lydia is Guthrie's hero. He idolizes her. And naturally, Lydia finds that quality to be incredibly endearing. (And really, who wouldn't, right?)

This was taken on the swing in our backyard one weekend this summer. They are amazing.

How we spent out Summer Vacation

Hello Friends! Happy Summer! Do you wonder what we've been up to?
Well, Emily has been working a whole bunch, and hasn't been as good about updating the blog as one might hope, so here's a whole big "catch up" update, all at once.
Lydia spent a whole week in June at Gan and Gumps house. And although we weren't there to take pictures, we know what she did. Swimming, shopping and eating.
While she was gone, Brit, Emily and Guthrie attended a festival in Waterloo Park. Here are Emily and Guthrie with Emily's friend Brad. Brad works as an editor with Emily, at Freescale. Brad had just finished performing at the Festival with his band, Flamin' Desire, when this photo was taken.


Here are two more of Emily's work friends. Phu and Cristi.




We've also spent some time swimming at the Y. Have you heard about the pool at our Y? It's spectacular. Guthrie and Brit enjoy the "beachy" end of the wading pool, while Lydia prefers the playing and swimming part.





Lydia has been doing fun stuff, like Vacation Bible School at Wesley, where she saw some old friends. And the following week went to art camp at Laguna Gloria, too. She loved it! Here she poses with her dad, and some of her projects.


Guthrie has been enjoying the summer harvest. Here he is with some berries.

And here he is during his post-blueberry bath. I just love a baby in the sink!

Next we're off the Orland, then Camp Grandma Pappy. We'll try and keep you posted!