her brain, on the other hand, is so full right now. i see the look on her face all the time -- processing, processing -- and then usually follows an incredible question about the world that i'm ill-equipped to answer. staring at an exhibit at the griffith observatory: mama, why don't we feel the earth spinning? after listening to me tell the cautionary tale of how my late nana used to whack her nana on the head with a hairbrush when she wiggled too much: mama, i don't want to die and be in a grave and why do people have to go live in the clouds? upon hearing me mutter damn as i whack a pomegranate and splatter juice all over my work shirt: mama, why does daddy say goddamnit? eternal questions, every one.
i get overwhelmed too, trying to commit these moments to memory, failing, and then berating myself about why i couldn't buckle down for ten minutes to type, at the very least, into the drafts folder. i'm sorry i'm so terrible at keeping up this blog. where were we?
at the grove you take a number if you want to see santa, and on the weekend that means you'd better have four hours of shopping to do. we did not, so we pretended that frosty could say hi to santa for us
and then on a tuesday morning i made sure we were first in line at 9am on my way to work (and "mismatched sock day" at school). "he's just parking his sleigh," the elf assured us when santa was twenty minutes late.
we revisited the methodist church tree lot, and violet ran around like a crazy person again. check us out with a volvo and a tree on top of it, i love it SO MUCH.
we got down to san diego a couple of days earlier than predicted, so violet got to bake a second round of sugar cookies with nana.
some of my favorites include "snowman murder"
"the gingerdead man says run, run, as fast as you can... no seriously, run"
and "i told you to run, teddy bear."
after a way too late but very lovely dinner out, violet, looking drunker than the rest of us actually were, plated up her offerings for the big man
and was of course delighted to find nothing but crumbs left in the morning. christmas morning, as i'm sure i said last year, gets more fun every year. look at this face:
she had asked santa for exactly three things, all of which she came up with on her own. a baby zebra
the pigeon wants a hot dog book
and a 'cooter.
it was such a great, great day, so of course i immediately started lamenting that one of the magical "santa years" is over and we only have a precious few left waaaah! tune in next week for my new year's recap, working title "35 down, tick tock." i'm thinking right now in my brain, how do you all put up with me? eternal question.
i get overwhelmed too, trying to commit these moments to memory, failing, and then berating myself about why i couldn't buckle down for ten minutes to type, at the very least, into the drafts folder. i'm sorry i'm so terrible at keeping up this blog. where were we?
at the grove you take a number if you want to see santa, and on the weekend that means you'd better have four hours of shopping to do. we did not, so we pretended that frosty could say hi to santa for us
and then on a tuesday morning i made sure we were first in line at 9am on my way to work (and "mismatched sock day" at school). "he's just parking his sleigh," the elf assured us when santa was twenty minutes late.
we revisited the methodist church tree lot, and violet ran around like a crazy person again. check us out with a volvo and a tree on top of it, i love it SO MUCH.
we got down to san diego a couple of days earlier than predicted, so violet got to bake a second round of sugar cookies with nana.
some of my favorites include "snowman murder"
"the gingerdead man says run, run, as fast as you can... no seriously, run"
and "i told you to run, teddy bear."
after a way too late but very lovely dinner out, violet, looking drunker than the rest of us actually were, plated up her offerings for the big man
and was of course delighted to find nothing but crumbs left in the morning. christmas morning, as i'm sure i said last year, gets more fun every year. look at this face:
she had asked santa for exactly three things, all of which she came up with on her own. a baby zebra
the pigeon wants a hot dog book
and a 'cooter.
it was such a great, great day, so of course i immediately started lamenting that one of the magical "santa years" is over and we only have a precious few left waaaah! tune in next week for my new year's recap, working title "35 down, tick tock." i'm thinking right now in my brain, how do you all put up with me? eternal question.
