Time To Bash

Its been busy. And I've been down. Actually, I've been down since about February. But that's a post for a different blog...

Suffice to say, I have been considering not doing a big Thanksgiving this year. I've done a big bash every year since I met R. This will be our 20th Thanksgiving together. Anyway, I've thought I couldn't do it this year, but then I read Ezra's post and I kicked myself in my own ass. What a wuss I would be not to get into the cheer of it.

Besides, its a tradition and my children need this in their lives.

When I was in Dallas the last time, I was pregnant w/ Z and S was not quite 18 months, I went out to Forth Worth and saw an exhibit of photographs of the photographer's wife with her three sisters - there was one photo for each year over a 20 or 25 year period. The women always stood in the same order and the shot was just of them - the background was not important nor prominent. It was very powerful. The captions of each photo described a bit of what was happening at each point in time. I want to do that kind of project with S & Z.

So, in honor of Ezra I will bash on Thanksgiving and photograph S & Z specifically for the record book. I'll share it here.

UPDATE:

Here's a link about the exhibit I saw at the Fort Worth Museum of Modern Art. The Photographer was Nicholas Nixon and the exhibit is The Brown Sisters.

Mommy Is Too Hard To Break

Z. said over dinner two nights ago. Little did he know that all he had to do was touch me with his four-year-old hand and I would have dissolved completely. I'd had the worst of days.

But Tuesday is behind me and Friday upon me. Busy weekend of cooking and friends should do the trick. As I said to E. I have somehow managed to pull myself slightly back from the edge of my balcony over the abyss.

Tough week, but it could have been tougher.

Rescue

As a family we watched the first Chilean Miner emerge from the ground and exit the rescue capsule. I am truly in awe of so many things; the greatness of God, the technology available, the engineers who designed the rescue, the government who put their full force behind the effort, the resolve of everyone involved. My heart swells with respect for this achievement.

And, too, of course, the courage of the miners themselves to work together to ration what little they had and support each other through an endurance test unlike any other.

So many extraordinary people - what a blessing to us all. What amazing examples of who we all could be.

S & Z cried as the first man came out and hugged his son.

Overwhelmed

There's just so much stuff. They do so much stuff and say so much stuff. So. Much. Stuff!

This weekend was all about parites; the firefighters pancake breakfast and ride in the fire truck. Sophie's pool party. Sarah's BBQ birthday picnic. We had lots of fun!

Its a good thing :-)