Another missive from the snow-bound pair:
Dear Griffin,
We wanted you to know that the birdies in Minnesota are safe and well fed even though we have had quite a bit of snow. We couldn’t find Ernie’s hat, so he wore a warm scarf instead. Stay warm—we heard that it was quite chilly in Oakland, too!
Love,
Bert and Ernie
What a surprise! This morning Griffin received an email from Bert and Ernie! They’re staying with Jeff and Pam in Minnesota and have decided, apparently, to keep Griffin up-to-date on their lives. Here’s the message as it originally appeared:
Griffin,
We hope that you are having a great morning! Will you have some yogurt and cheese and squash for breakfast?
I think that we will have some cereal. We will help Jeff and Pam clear the driveway tonight. We are expecting lots of snow. We wish that you could come sledding with us. Bert got a new stocking cap, and he was happy to show it to you!
Love,
Bert and Ernie
Our big Thanksgiving gathering took place in Santa Cruz again this year. The consensus is that Santa Cruz is the best of the various destinations that we’ve been to. It’s close. It’s beautiful. Rental houses are plentiful and relatively affordable. And there is no shortage of fun. (Plus, nutritionists always recommend riding roller coasters after a 10,000 calorie meal.) Thanks to Nancy for the massive job of organizing the event! Some favorite pictures are below. Click on them to see larger versions or click here to see the full album. (You may notice a slight parental bias in picture subjects…)
We’ve been neglectful blogging parents lately, but Griffin’s been making so many leaps developmentally, we can hardly keep up. Over Thanksgiving break in Santa Cruz, despite the slippery tile floors of the rental house, Griffin learned to crawl. Andrew was witness to the first official crawl (and burned his Thanksgiving cheesecakes in the midst of the excitement), as well as the first official pull-up-to-standing. It’s so amazing that Andrew has been around for these developmental milestones in spite of the fact that he’s working full time!
We had only one week between Griffin’s crawling victory and pulling up to standing, so we’re frantically baby-proofing much higher than we thought we’d initially have to. Actually, I think baby-proofing is a misnomer. It should be baby-not-going-to-get-hurt-too-badly-if-he-comes-into-contact-with-this…-ing. Thankfully he’s not very fast yet, but it’s only a matter of time.
I wish I had some video to go along with this story, but the title says it all.
Griffin and I went on a walk on Tuesday down to Lakeshore Avenue to get more English muffins from our favorite bakery, Arizmendi. Naturally, as long as we were down there, we had to take a swing through my favorite store, Urban Indigo. Andrew often jokes that he could go in there with his eyes closed, pick something at random, and I’d love it. It’s pretty much true. The store may as well be named Sarah’s Favorite Things, but I digress. They have a children’s section, which I now have more of a reason to visit thanks to Mr. G, and I came across a jack-in-the-box. More specifically, it was a Jack Russell Terrier in a box that popped up to the tune “Oh Where, Oh Where Has My Little Dog Gone?”, and since Griffin has really been enjoying peek-a-boo, I thought he might like it.
I was wrong. He LOVED it. I mean, this kid would not stop laughing. I just did it over and over and over, and he kept laughing and squealing like it was the funniest thing on the face of the planet. Everyone in the store couldn’t help but hear his giggling, and it was agreed that the scene was pretty stinking cute.
Not being one to impulse buy, I didn’t take it home with us. Not only was it a little on the pricey side, but I thought ahead to what kind of trend this could turn into (“Oh, he likes it! Let’s buy it!”) and decided I’d try to find one for a Christmas present. We headed out of the store for our walk home, and over the mile or so home, he continued to laugh hysterically at random. Is it possible he was playing the scene over and over in his head, and it was continuing to make him giggle? This happens to me quite often, so I imagined it was happening to him, too.
We arrived home, and it was quite obviously nap time, but he was still in a great mood! We snuggled in the rocking chair, and he continued to giggle as he was falling asleep. Even after it was obvious that he was out and I had laid him in the crib and closed the door, I could still hear him laughing in his sleep. That pretty much clinched it. I needed to find a jack-in-the-box before Christmas.
The next day, I called around to just about every kid store I could think of (second-hand stores first), and no one had a used one or one that wasn’t a creepy clown. I decided to swallow the price tag and head back to Urban Indigo. The doggy one was way too cute to pass up, so into the bag it went. When we got home, I was really excited to show it to Griffin again, this time with video camera handy, ready to capture the laugh fest.
Unfortunately, he only found it mildly funny. I think his chuckles were pity chuckles, as in, “That was so yesterday, Mom, but I’ll satisfy your need to hear me laugh since you spent 30 dollars on it.” Yes, that’s right. 30 dollars. There’s a lesson in here somewhere that I’ll figure out eventually. I’m still kind of new to this mom thing.
In my history class today I asked students to write a mini-speech arguing to the Second Continental Congress that the “unalienable rights” included in the Declaration of Independence should be extended to women and slaves. I offered extra-credit for reading the speech aloud or for writing it “in character” (so that it reads something like an 18th century speech). Most of the arguments were fairly basic, and few tried to write in-character, and fewer still had any rhetorical flair. But this girl had both (imagine it delivered in a ringing voice to the assembled delegates):
We call ourselves Men, but only Animals would strip rights from another human being, be it a woman, or a slave, or a child, or the elderly. Am I right to suggest that by Excluding the majority of the population from the Rights we have created for ourselves, we have lost all humanity? I call upon myself and the members of this Congregation to restore this humanity, and to distribute fairness to all People!
I love it that she took on the role of a male delegate, wrote with passion, and capitalized words for emphasis (like they did in the Declaration). I can imagine Patrick Henry reading these very words!
We joined Erika and Benjamin for an excellent hike on Mount Diablo this Saturday. Not only was it a gorgeous morning for a hike, but we saw cows and snakes too!
I somehow missed this update on a Rosie’s blog last month:
Griffin and I recently went to Seattle to visit my uncle Bob, aunt Carol, Mom, and sister Alli. In addition to lots of good conversation, food, and laughs, we attended an event at the Woodland Park Zoo called Pumpkin Prowl. Griffin dressed up in his owl costume and was met with lots of oohs and ahhs for his Halloween debut. I was one proud Mama. As we were browsing the booths, we were approached by a woman named Corey who, along with her mom, manages two websites called Celebrate Green and Green Halloween. [Both sites are no longer live as of 2022.] They’re both devoted to eco-friendly ways of celebrating holidays. Corey just loved Griffin’s costume and wanted to feature him in an upcoming newsletter! I took her card, emailed her the pictures, and the newsletter was sent out today. Click here to see the newsletter. [Newsletter is still there, but it looks like many of the embedded pictures and links are dead as of 2022.]
I was raised Catholic. Not strict Catholic, but I did attend mass and catechism until I was confirmed in high school. One thing I remember clearly was receiving the Sacrament of Penance, otherwise known as confession, at a very early age. As a kid, this idea of confessing my sins, all the things I had done wrong, to a priest, an adult, was so crazy to me that I usually lied. Under normal circumstances, if you told an adult what you had done wrong, you’d get in trouble, right? So I would usually make vague things up, like “I was mean to my little sister” or “I was mean to my friend,” things I thought they wanted to hear. I could have said, “I sneaked into my neighbor’s garage and stole a sticker from her sticker collection” or “I trapped a cat under a box by luring it there with bologna” (both true, by the way), but I didn’t want to get nailed.
As an adult, I think I understand it a little better. Other than the religious underpinnings which were far too complicated for me to understand as a child, it seems like a form of therapy. I could use a little of that today. I have a confession that would go a little something like this:
Me: Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been…well…a very long time since my last confession, and even then, I think I was probably lying so maybe I’ve never even done a true confession.
Priest: There is no better time than the present, my child.
Me: Something has been eating at me, poking me in the head whenever I have a moment to myself, making me feel guilty for doing other things in my free time. I know I should do it, but then other important things take priority like laundry, cooking, cleaning, or even unimportant things like checking my email or writing blog posts. I imagine I’ll get to it, but then I don’t.
Priest: What is it? You can tell me.
Me: Well, we have all of these wonderful friends and family who have gotten our son, Griffin, all of these amazing things like clothes, toys, and books. We are SO thankful for them, and I think of each person when we put him in those clothes, or read him those books. I really am so appreciative for all of the care and thought that has gone into each gift, but…I just haven’t written the thank you notes. I mean really, it was a miracle I wrote all of them for our wedding, and now with a baby, free time has taken on a whole new meaning. I even bought them all and they’re just sitting there staring at me saying, “Write me! Write me!” My whole life I’ve struggled with the Thank You Note. In my head and heart, I’m so utterly thankful. It’s the writing it and sending it that is some sort of block for me. I want to. I really do. But…
Priest: You want to be absolved of writing thank you notes?
Me: Yes.
Priest: I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do for you.
Me: Come again?
Priest: Ms. Manners trumps all in this case. No matter how late they are, you just have to write them. You can say a few Hail Marys and Our Fathers while you’re writing them, but it’s got to get done. Have you thought about developing a schedule? Do a few each day? Get your husband involved? That way it won’t feel so overwhelming.
Me: Uhh…This isn’t exactly what I was expecting. But you’re right. A schedule. Andrew involved. I can handle that. Thank you, Father. I feel much better.
And then I’m sure the priest would want to talk to me about my lack of church attendance in the past 15 years.
Anyway, this is all to say that I truly am thankful for everything – the gifts, the time, the love, the support – that Andrew and I have gotten since Griffin came into the world. The thank you notes are coming. Eventually.