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Angry Turtle
Weekend Smiles
Dog spoiling
Discovering this on my door knob:
left for me by my friend Annika, with whom I led Helping Hands!
This poem by Russian poet Osip Mandelshtam, (1898-1938)
I’ve been given a body – what should I do with it,
So singular and so my own?
For the quiet happiness of breathing and living
Tell me, whom should I thank?
I am the gardener, and I am also the flower,
In the world’s prison, I am not alone.
The windowpane of eternity is already marked by
My breath, my warmth
A pattern is imprinted upon it,
Unrecognizable in recent times
Let the dregs of the moment trickle away
The sweet pattern will not be erased.
And this quote by Martin Luther King, Jr.:
Holiday Roundup
Hallllooooo!
Today is the birthday of two women I adore. Happy Birthday to Annabelle and Laura, my wonderful, wonderful and out of all whooping sisters!
I’m beginning the year with one last look back at 2013 and photos from the holidays…
We spent Christmas with my family in Princeton. We arrived just in time for the candlelight Christmas Eve service at my sister’s church:
Back at my sister’s house:
Christmas Eve dinner at the kids’ table:
My son gained a few new fans of his music:
Very demonstrative fans:
The next morning the kids opened their gifts:
It wasn’t the same without Auntie Laura, my nephew, and my parents’ 9th (soon-to-be-born) grandchild, who couldn’t join us for Christmas…Hooray for Skype!
My brother recently heard his son counting up to 14.
“Who taught you how to count?” he’d asked him.
“My grandpa.”
“Which grandpa?”
“My grandpa with white hair. Who doesn’t talk,” he replied.
That evening we had our second annual Christmas talent show:
And then an even newer tradition…As a special request from my dad, (the one with white hair, who doesn’t talk), we sang Christmas carols:
It was a Christmas full of music, love, and laughter:
The next morning, this happened:
My daughter landed in the ER with a virus that ripped through my family, taking people down one by one like some Biblical plague. We drove away from Princeton armed with prescription-strength anti-nausea pills and ziploc puke bags for the road. Fortunately, the plague ran its course quickly. I’ve been telling everyone, “The holidays? Well, despite the fact that 10 out of the 15 of us got violently ill, and even though my daughter ended up in the ER, it was thoroughly delightful.” I had convinced myself that this meant that my family was so super special that even the plague couldn’t ruin our holiday, and then I sheepishly realized the blindingly obvious: it’s easy for me to say this, as one of the 5 who didn’t get sick!
We got back home to Charlottesville, and had a visit from my friend Amanda and her kids:
And then it was back up to Arlington to spend a quiet New Year with my parents and sister:
A round of our new favorite game, Telestrations (thanks, Janel & co!):
New Year’s Day just wouldn’t be the same without Dduk Gook:
My parents:
2014. I’m ready!
Merry Christmas!
Weekend Snapshots 10
When we get together, my family tends to do a lot of “sitting in the basement.” This is family code for sitting around the house all day long chatting with breaks for eating. Being an indoorsy sort of person, this inactivity suits me to a T. This weekend we would have carried on as usual but for the fact that the weather was so freakishly warm and that my best friend invited us over for a Christmas party. It turned out to be a busy but most wonderful, wonderful, and out of all whooping kind of Saturday.
Feeling morally obliged to do something outdoors with the kids, I took them to the National Zoo. My dad gave me a transformative piece of advice as we left the house: “It’s one long hill. Park at the bottom. When you’re tired after walking around, it will be easier to walk downhill to the parking lot.” This simple suggestion turned what usually is a Metropolitan Museum of Art sort of slog into an efficient Guggenheim sort of experience. We parked at the bottom and walked all the way to the top of the hill, not stopping at all until we got to where the pandas are housed. We made our way leisurely back down the hill, stopping off at the enclosures and exhibits along the way. At the Small Mammals building, the kids were captivated by the Golden Lion Tamarin Monkeys.
They were so enamored of the little creatures, they were ready to trade in their beloved dogs for a monkey. They got so carried away with their little fantasy that they started arguing about in whose bedroom their new pet monkey would live.
Their favorite spot was Amazonia, a building that’s all the way at the bottom of the hill. It’s somewhat hard to find, but it’s definitely worth the effort. The two-story exhibit is designed to be like a tropical rain forest. There are huge fish on the ground floor level.
The second floor opens out onto lush vegetation and birds and animals everywhere.
What makes this part of the zoo special is the fact that there is no separation between you and the animals. We spent some peaceful moment communing with a couple of older sibling monkeys who, according to the docent, used to get in trouble all the time, but in their old age now spend their days grooming each other and napping in the trees with their tails entwined. She told us to look out for the Roseate Spoonbill who had just woken up from her nap, and we were delighted to spot her just around the corner.
That evening we headed to my friend Janel’s house for the best Christmas party ever:
After dinner, we gathered in the living room, where I couldn’t tear my eyes away from this gorgeous display of origami birds swooping across the wall. Janel made it herself:
Wonder Woman also made Christmas crackers filled with crowns, riddles, lollipops, and some bling, too!
We sang Christmas carols:
Had a quickie photo session:
And then it was time for “Minute to Win It” games:
In the first game, a tissue box filled with ping pong balls is tied to the player’s waist. The player has to get all the balls out of the box, while keeping both feet on the floor:
In the dice game, the first person to stack six dice on the end of a popsicle stick held between the teeth wins:
The thrill of victory:
The agony of defeat!
The last game involved very attractive headgear made out of tights with a ball in the end of one of the legs. The object of the game was to knock as many filled water bottles as possible with the ball-in-tights-pendulum-hat, while keeping one foot on either side of the line!
The kids were having so much fun, they begged for one last bonus round before we headed home. For this game they had to start with a cookie on their forehead and move it down to their mouths, using only facial muscles!
T had a tough time of it:
…but her persistence eventually paid off:
It was a lovely way to start the holiday season. The only thing missing was Colin, who is still feverishly trying to finish an article before we set off for our travels to Princeton. We’ll be spending the holidays there with our family.
Tomorrow I’ll post our annual Christmas video, starring my daughter, and then I’ll be back here again in the New Year.
Weekend Snapshots 9
The theme of the weekend was: “Missed (But Not Really) Photo Opportunities…or: Clearly, I Need Professional Help”
Friday
I told my daughter she should dress up, because we would be heading straight to the boys’ recital and her dad’s concert right after school.
Seeing her stricken expression, I reconsidered my position, “Well, maybe you could change really quickly as soon as you get home from school.”
“Oh, good,” she said with palpable relief, “Because I’m pretty sure I’m going to be playing football today, and that can get really messy.”
My little football player:
The boys’ piano recital:
Colin’s concert:
Sadly, before I could get any photos of Colin, I had to bolt from the concert when I started feeling sick.
Saturday:
I felt much better after an early night and was able to help a little with “Ashton’s Birthday Wish.” This is a drive started by a remarkable boy, who decided that instead of having a birthday party, he would collect and distribute winter coats to people in need. His mom told me he was crushed that he couldn’t be there. He had just gotten out of a wheelchair after surgery, had overdone it, and was in terrible pain. This is when being crazy and always toting a big fat camera in my bulging purse pays off! I took a few pictures so she could share them with her son.
Later that day, a couple of my son’s friends came over for a sleepover. The idea of three thirteen year old boys in the house at once had been terrifying to me, but it was surprisingly sane. It almost killed me not to take photos, but I managed to restrain myself in order to preserve my good relations with my son. (OK, it’s possible that I may have surreptitiously taken a few).
Sunday:
Our new washer and dryer were delivered. My son and I nerded out, watching the first load go through its cycle:
We had a few quiet moments this afternoon…
And then we went to Lessons and Carols, my favorite service of the year. My daughter was singing in the choir for the first time. I tried to resist the urge to take photos, because church policy forbids it. I failed.
It doesn’t really count as a violation of the policy if you take blurry pictures with your phone, right? Still, I was punished anyway, when my daughter rolled her eyes at me when she saw me taking photos.
The candlelight service was beautiful. People all around me were breaking down in tears. I was undone by this verse from In the Bleak Midwinter, a hymn set to a poem by Christina Rossetti:
Angels and archangels may have gathered there.
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air.
But his mother only in her maiden bliss,
Worshiped the beloved with a kiss.
Weekend Snapshots 8
It was supposed to be a busy weekend with back-to-back soccer games, meetings, rehearsals, and recitals. Winter weather struck and one by one, everything got cancelled. What a gift to be stuck at home!
Poems for November and a few more leaf prints
November Night
by Adelaide Crapsey
Listen…
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
And fall.
Autumn Movement
by Carl Sandburg
I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman,
the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.
The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things
come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go,
not one lasts.
Related post: Leaf prints
A week ago today…
on our final day with our friends in Madison, Wisconsin, we took one last round of photos:
I posed for Rosita’s Portrait of a Feminist project:
We picked Noah up from school and headed to the airport:
My brother Teddy met us for dinner at the airport in Minneapolis, where we we had a longish layover:
Another airport, another “chonom” video:
Thanks for showing us around your new hometown, friends. Until we meet again! xoxo
You can find my friend Rosita’s blog “on being American, Asian and adopted” here.

