Legs n’ Luggage
More legs and more babies and more bags smushed together in one waiting area than I’ve ever seen. Well, in this country, at least. A few temper tantrums. A few whiners (grown-ups, mostly). Lots of coffee. Lots of waiting. Lots of lines and a few tears.
Finally made it to the east coast by about 4:45 a.m.
Rehearsal dinner is on.
CommentsA Card For Myself
[From someecards.]
Dear Lauren:
Heard your plane’s nearly two hours late and your phone’s dead. Next flight out? Tomorrow night. Same time. Yes, you’ll miss the rehearsal dinner, and be there long enough to unpack a dress, wear it to the wedding and pack it back to get home on Sunday.
You may want to reserve Rockies - East Coast commute for Christmas craziness only. All’s I’m sayin’.
(Hang in there.)
Love,
Lauren
p.s. at least you have free wireless!
CommentsFive Minutes’ Peace
Internal surveillance. All for it. For five minutes’ peace. Just me, the baby cam, a cup o’ joe and the best ass in Jackson Hole.
I Could Sing This Song I Wrote Just For You
Another day when I need a hip hip hooray, a personal cheerleader angel, a fuzzy pink monster hat and some imagination. This is not a new video. But, it does make me smile.
CommentsHip Hip Hooray!
At Linda’s house when we were little, we’d always give thanks before meals.
And I looked forward to it. The Best Grace Ever!
We’d all - anywhere from four to 10 kids at her daycare - grab hands around the table. We’d chant, “Hip Hip Hooray!” and lift our linked hands in the air.
“Hip, Hip Hooray! Hip Hip Hooray. Hip Hip Hooray!” With the last one being the loudest.
During Lillian’s wedding dinner, Linda got up and led us all in a round.
You use it to give thanks, to celebrate. And sometimes you use it when you’re feeling low. When you want to remember the warm summer light at Linda’s house and the smell of basil and grilled cheese from her kitchen. Of the feeling of holding hands around a table and cheering. Together.
Today, I needed one. So here it is, from my mom’s old friend. At her daughter’s wedding.
Hip Hip Hooray!
The Princesses Are Getting Dizzy!
F is three. We hung out last night. She taught me a few things.
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You know what disappear means?
What does it mean?
It’s all gone.
I will disappear this baby.
[Throws it behind her.]
See! I disappeared it.
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[Running in circles around the house. Big, wide, dizzying circles. Every time she passes me, she yells something.]
I’m getting dizzy!
You’re getting dizzy!
A. is getting dizzy!
Mommy and Daddy are getting dizzy!
The princesses are getting dizzy!
The babies are getting dizzy!
_________ is getting dizzy [every family member she could name]!
You wanna know why they’re getting dizzy!?
Why?
Because the sky is moving!
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Do you know what’s really far away?
I don’t know, Japan?
No, the letter factory! [Disneyland? Sesame street land?]
They talk.
And eat.
And have hair.
And mouths.
And they’re all girls.
But, it’s really far away, so you get tired getting there.
Where is it, F?
It’s in a hotel.
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