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Throwback Thursday

9625_1148408948647_6741258_nThis is my little brother and sister when they were about 5 and 3 years old, I think.  I use two think that these were the two cutest babies on the planet. I’m sorry to tell you, John and Kathleen, that you have been bumped from your ranking, but, somehow, I don’t think anyone is surprised.

And these aren’t that much of a throwback, but I found them yesterday and didn’t really remember seeing them before (oh, the woes of having a sister for photographer!) and thought I should share because they are just darling!



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Ugh. I suppose we do need to talk about last Thursday. Honestly, it was, without a doubt, the worse one I have ever had. And that counts last year when I was behemothly pregnant and uncomfortable and cranky.

The day started out well. Since we work at a boarding school we didn’t have Thursday and Friday off. It’s not like they can send the international students home for four days. It’s actually really nice what the school does. They invite all of the parents to the school for Thanksgiving and have a big, traditional dinner in the dining room. Staff have the option of eating in the dining room or in their own homes.  The fall play also performed that weekend and I got tapped to help with hair and make-up, which I love doing, but it ended up making our Thanksgiving non-existent.

Let me start at the beginning!

So, we started late on Thursday. I didn’t have to be at the theater until 10:30, so I left Ken with napping babies and went to style 1930’s hair and apply Ben Nye make-up. Ken brought the girls to the theater around 11:30 so he could help with some of the technical aspects of the show. That part was fun. It was nice to have Hazel playing in a bin of towels and babbling to the high school girls while I wielded the curling iron. And I heard Haley had a lot of fun in the house, using the theater chairs to walk up and down the rows. At 1:30 we swapped rolls and I took the girls back home for their afternoon nap. The plan was to go over my boss’s house for dinner with her family before she and I would go back to the theater to do some touch ups before the show.

The girls woke up from their nap (they slept for an hour! In the midst of the sleep regression! It was a Thanksgiving miracle) and the following happened.


I figured out the trick to getting Haley to wear headbands. I have to put them on her when she’s looking in the mirror and then talk to her about how pretty she looks. It actually works! She gets really excited and smiles and bounces and leaves the freaking headband alone.

See Hazel? See the look of discovery in her eyes? And poor Haley is blissfully unawares.

She’s interested enough that she dropped the burp cloth.

Aaaannnddd that was the end of Haley’s headband. But it was cute while it lasted.

After the photo shoot, I loaded the girls up in the stroller and we went over to my boss’s house and played with her kids while we waited for her husband to get dinner together and for Ken to finishing dealing with tech stuff. Guys, it never happened. Ken never finished. I had dinner with a bunch of people I barely know. All of them were very nice, but I’ve only known them for a month and a half.  Ken never showed up and the moment I tried to eat was the moment the girls decided they were interested in the fire place (with a fire in it). It was also my first Thanksgiving away from my family and the food wasn’t all that great. It all just combined into a horrible disappointment.

But I could have handled everything else if Ken had been there. Not having him there, not having the key component of this little family that we’re building present for a day that has always been about family for me. It was heartbreaking for me.

We ended on an up note. After the play started and the girls had gone to bed, Ken went down to the dining room and got a left over pumpkin pie. We grabbed two forks, sat on the couch, and ate it straight out of the tin. Not a bad end to a disappointing day, but my mom’s pumpkin pie is still far superior.

I’m so cooking next year.




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A couple weeks ago the school that Ken and I teach at had a science night. It’s a small, boarding school and they just got this big, nice, new science lab built for them (I don’t know when exactly, but this is the first school year it’s been usable). So, a couple Fridays ago they opened it up in the evening and had all these different mind games and puzzles and displays set up. You could pretty much wander around the room and play Bill Nye The Science Guy. We took the girls because, honestly, they get kind of cranky when it’s just the four of us now. This move has turned the H’s into social butterflies and they would rather be around lots of people to smile and flirt with.

There was a skeleton in the room that Hazel was intrigued by… until Daddy came up and started making lame skeleton jokes. We both gave him the same glare of unimpressed disapproval. Haley was afraid of it! I find it interesting that my outgoing wild child is so easily spooked. She does this thing when I’m holding her and she gets frightened where she wraps her arm around mine and digs her fingernails into the upper part of my arm, just below my shoulder. It’s sweet that she clings to me for security, but she does it if there’s a vacuum cleaner within a five mile radius, when I’m loading clothes into the washer and the water is on, and, yes, when we’re looking at skeletons.

I have great hopes that the girls will by pass the arts as potential career choices and choose something that pays better and if more stable. Is that weird that I’m hoping they won’t want to do what Ken and I do? Don’t get me wrong, I will support them in whatever they choose (as long as it’s not being a crack addict or anything that involves committing a felony. It’s all about limits, people), but I would rather spare them the exceptional amount of heartache that being in the arts provides.

Where was I?

Oh, yes. SCIENCE! Anyway, it was a fun little thing to do in between dinner and bedtime. The girls had fun, we had fun. It was a nice sense-of-community thing to do.  Hooray for fitting in… I mean, kind of. I’m not, but the girls are. I’m working on it, but awkward and weird are a bad combination for making a good first impression. Having cute babies helps.

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