dwelling on design
I've been trying to find the time to sit down and write out my weekend, and here it is almost Thursday. I've been distracted this week with filling out a mountain of paperwork for Jafta's kindergarten application. How in the world do I have a child old enough to go to kindergarten? Jafta got to have a look at the school today and he said as we were leaving, "I think this place is going to be very positive for me". I really hope so. This past weekend was quite a big . . .
let’s get dumb like beavis, I don’t care who sees us . . .
Whew. I am tired. We spent the day at an outdoor musical festival. We had a booth there to sell our Haiti t-shirts. Our booth was in the family section of the venue, right in front of four bounce-houses. It was a Christian festival (hence the name Fishfest), and let me tell you. I was praising the Lord on high when I saw that placement. We had all four kids with us, and I had been worried how we would keep them entertained. We got there around 2pm, and the three bigger . . .
the view from here
So . . . some big news. I am going to New York on Tuesday to do a taping for The View. It will air on Friday. It is for a segment about adoption. Oh my word. I am not usually the nervous type. I AM NERVOUS. I'm excited, too. They are flying Mark and I out. For the first time in my life, I will get off the plane and one of the drivers holding a sign up will have MY NAME on it. I think I might be most excited about that. And New York City. Even . . .
faking it
If I'm being honest, it is getting increasingly difficult to write about my life in this public space. It's easy to post a funny story about my foibles, or rant about something in the media. But life at home is heavy - probably about as heavy as it has ever been. I've told the story before of how whenever someone is mean to India at school, she comes home and repeats whatever mean phrase she heard to me, in a way to become the aggressor instead of the wounded. It makes her . . .
the first rule about block club . . .
I got back from my conference late last night, and I must brag on my husband. Jafta and I came home to a spotless house, and three bathed and peacefully sleeping children. I don't know what happened while I was gone (I'm guessing that bath before my arrival was the only one of the weekend), but from all outward appearances, Mark and the kids had a great time in my absence. There were really only two dire consequences from my time away: 1. Mark allowed a Veggie Tales . . .
comic relief
Okay, I apologize for yesterday's rant, and for the long list of citations. I guess I'm giving you fair warning. If you make me mad, I WILL come at you with academic literature. Watch your back or I will pop some research on your @$$!I was thinking perhaps I should post something light and fluffy today. I've got nothing. I am tired and lost in a groundhog's day of laundry and swiffering. So I will point you to some things that make me smile:Dooce is always hilarious. But her post about a . . .
A Knight to Remember
So, about Medieval Times. It was an epic birthday for Jafta. The entire time we were there I kept thinking about the part in The Cable Guy when they go to Medieval Times. I think Jafta's excitement made Jim Carrey's enthusiasm look like mere indifference. And you know Jafta showed up in full costume.I really had no desire to do a birthday at Medieval Times, but I also had no desire to plan any sort of party two days after Christmas. (Note to those of you in the family-planning stages: try . . .
class-o-meter
We've had a great week of merriment here at the Howerton house, and today we celebrated Jafta's 5th birthday. More details on that to come, including an explaination as to why I ended up wearing a "wench skirt" home from the show. But for now, a little fun with flasks. HOW TO GAUGE HOW CLASSY YOU ARE Deciding to take a flask to Medieval Times to avoid paying $8 for rum & coke: -2 points Having your husband tell you this is totally inappropriate, and then doing it anyway: -2 . . .
eight confessions, each progressively worse
1. I went to see the vampire movie while I was in Florida2. I went with my mom and tween cousin, who changed their mind at the ticket booth and opted for a more age-appropriate action flick. I went to the vampire movie without them.3. During the previews, I noticed that all of the movies were definitely targeting teenage girls. With the exception of an upcoming flick about a middle-aged woman finding love again. I thought about who that target demographic was for. And then I wondered which one I . . .
ornamental helmet culture
Karis was fitted for her cranial helmet last week, and it should be arriving next week. In a not-at-all-shocking turn of events, our insurance does not cover said helmet. So, for the price of a boob job, we will be footing the bill to make sure she has a well-rounded cranium. Hopefully this will boost her self-esteem enough to avoid that boob job down the road. Good thing we live in the OC.For now, I'm trying to figure out how we will decorate the helmet. All good parents decorate the helmet - . . .
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