What am I doing right now?
I am listening to a basketball game between Unalakleet and Nome on KICY radio. I love the internet. Basketball is HUGE in Alaska. Nights are very long and days are very short. Unalakleet is the village I spent the better part of two weeks in this summer. I never thought my heart would ache for a small village in Alaska. But I want to be there.
February 01, 2007
Of warthogs and red...
they continue to make me laugh every day, and cry sometimes too, but we'll try not to focus on that. According to one, tomorrow is warthog day (groundhog day, for all of you who aren't kindergarten teachers). According to another, my baby's name is "The Lias" (interesting take on Elias). And they've always refered to hand sanitizer as "the hanitizer". We have some fruity smelly markers in our room. "This one smells like an orange to me." Another said, "This one smells like a red."
It's quite an adventure.
they continue to make me laugh every day, and cry sometimes too, but we'll try not to focus on that. According to one, tomorrow is warthog day (groundhog day, for all of you who aren't kindergarten teachers). According to another, my baby's name is "The Lias" (interesting take on Elias). And they've always refered to hand sanitizer as "the hanitizer". We have some fruity smelly markers in our room. "This one smells like an orange to me." Another said, "This one smells like a red."
It's quite an adventure.
January 31, 2007
"Hey, look, a bean."
he said to me as he opened up a biology book from college. He was researching our changing baby boy. A bean fell out of the book. We smiled at each other, knowing.
"Five years."
"Yep, five years."
The significance of the bean is this: five and a half years ago, when Paul and I were married, beans were the main player in a practical joke Paul's family pulled on us while we were on our honeymoon. When we got home to our 400 square foot, tiny but so cute apartment, we found beans everywhere. Beans in bowls, shoes, pockets, books, under the bed, on top of window ledges, behind furniture, everywhere. We didn't find some of the beans until be moved out of that apartment two years later. Every time we move, we find more beans. Five years later and awaiting the birth of our first child, we're still finding beans.
All I have to say is, "Good one, Robinson family, someday we will get you back."
he said to me as he opened up a biology book from college. He was researching our changing baby boy. A bean fell out of the book. We smiled at each other, knowing.
"Five years."
"Yep, five years."
The significance of the bean is this: five and a half years ago, when Paul and I were married, beans were the main player in a practical joke Paul's family pulled on us while we were on our honeymoon. When we got home to our 400 square foot, tiny but so cute apartment, we found beans everywhere. Beans in bowls, shoes, pockets, books, under the bed, on top of window ledges, behind furniture, everywhere. We didn't find some of the beans until be moved out of that apartment two years later. Every time we move, we find more beans. Five years later and awaiting the birth of our first child, we're still finding beans.
All I have to say is, "Good one, Robinson family, someday we will get you back."
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