Tag: Happying

28Feb

A Daily Dose of Beauty ~ February 2010

February 1st – Waking up just before dawn to a snow-sprinkled fairyland.

February 2nd – Watching Sophie’s baby videos with her and adoring her smallness—then and now.

Watching Sophie's baby videos

February 3rd – Taking a five-minute family walk around the neighborhood and being stopped by one, two, three cars of friends saying hi and offering a ride.

February 4th – Giving up delusions of a productive sick day and snuggling into bed with Sophie to nap the morning away.

February 5th – Discovering a wonderful e-mail from an old friend hidden away in my Junk folder.

February 6th – Listening to Natalie spin elaborate stories about the princesses she was coloring all afternoon.

February 7th – Spotting four perfect new buds on my red daisy plant.

February 8th – Braving a couple of Old Testament chapters and finding only goodness inside.

February 9th – Having a lovely, long conversation with a friend who’s taken years to open up.

February 10th – Reliving the joy of marker on my hands and glitter in my hair as I helped the girls make valentines.

Natalie ready to glitterfy her hearts

February 11th – Hearing from two different long-lost friends out of the serendipitous blue.

February 12th – Tasting snowflakes with the girls and getting caught up in their excitement. (S: “Hooray! Hooray! Sophie excited!” N: ::bubbles over with laughter:: S: “Sophie thinking about Missmas trees!” N: ::jumps up and down for joy::)

February 13th – Getting treated to a twenty minute concert about tenniiissss, we should play tennniiiissss, but be caarrefuulllll when you play tennniiissss because of the bad bugs who like to plaaaaayyyyyy TEEEENNNNNIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSS!

February 14th – Playing LIFE as a family to wind up Valentine’s Day and giggling over the girls’ name choices. (Sophie christened her husband, three sons, and four daughters each “Sophie Bassett!”; Natalie chose “Prunes” for her husband and “Creams” for their son.)

February 15th – Listening to thousands of birds chirp and giggle as they spun in circles outside, punch-drunk on sunshine.

February 16th – Having a hug for dessert.

February 17th – Starting the day with a family snuggle in bed.

February 18th – Being in our ailing car with the girls as it breathed its last… right in front of our house… the same day we were finally able to get a bank account to buy a new car… and realizing God might have had a hand in all the timing.

February 19th – Despite all our Valentine’s plans being derailed, having one of the best dates ever at the living room bar with Dan.

February 20th – Enjoying every minute our family car-shopping day. (The girls’ favorite part? Careening around the biggest car lot in a golf cart. The parents’ favorite part? Finding the perfect car for the perfect price.)

February 21st – Wondering over our future and feeling peace despite the uncertainty.

February 22nd – Getting in and out of the post office in under a minute – a miracle!

February 23rd – Beating the winter blahs with a personal concert by Natalie and super-speed Giro Giro Tondo* until we all collapsed laughing on the rug. (* Italy’s “Ring Around the Rosie”)

February 24th – Grooving to ELO’s “Mr. Blue Sky” while hanging laundry outside for the first time this year.

February 25th – Posing the girls on top of our old car for goodbye pictures just as the next-door-neighbor, who already thinks we’re crazy, walked outside.

Goodbye old car 2

February 26th – Trying to teach “Jesus Loves Me” to Sophie, who very sweetly (and wildly out-of-tune) crooned, “Yeeeessss, Jesus loves you! Yeeeessss, Jesus love you!”

February 27th – Taking our new car for a spin around Lago Trasimeno with the windows down and the stereo thumping.

February 28th – Giggling our goodnights with two small girls who still love to be tickled.

31Jan

A Daily Dose of Beauty ~ January 2010

January 1st – Just after midnight, giving the girls a glow stick each and watching their faces light up in neon green and pink smiles.

The girls welcoming New Year's with glow sticks

January 2nd – Grabbing a single pair of jeans off the sale rack and trying them on just as a formality because I already knew they were The Ones.

January 3rd – Going to see “Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs” in a nearly empty theater and sharing the magic of 3D glasses as a family. (Natalie: “Mommy, did you see that cat that came too close to me?” Sophie: “Sophie has glasses on! Mommy has glasses on! Daddy has glasses on! Natalie has glasses on! Wow, meatballs!”)

January 4th – [Censored… ::grin::]

January 5th – Seeing genuine smiles on the faces of our overworked friends as we played Perudo together into the late hours.

January 6th – Sinking down into our soft bed after eleven days away from home.

January 7th – Unpacking my baking supplies with a chatterbox Sophie who frequently stopped talking to give me pretend cupcakes and real kisses.

January 8th – Doing an obstacle course on Wii Fit with Natalie who mostly ran in circles around me giggling and cheering “You can do it! Go! Go! Oh man, try again!”

January 9th – Winning the Wii Olympic Winter Games championship with Dan and finding out the agonizing truth that we are great at curling.

January 10th – Making myself a better-than-Starbucks caramel coffee, lighting a gingerbread candle, and plopping onto a pile of pillows to write.

Caramel cappuccino

January 11th – Sitting down as a family to homemade sundried-tomato risotto and four-way conversation.

January 12th – Being greeted by all the cashiers as Sophie and I walked into our neighborhood grocery store.

January 13th – Crowding around the living room window with the girls to watch the sunset glow pink and orange on surrounding hilltops.

Sunset

January 14th – Realizing that I haven’t changed a diaper in over a week. (!!!)

January 15th – Walking home from the bakery in the breezy, blissed-out morning sunshine—more April than January.

January 16th – Hearing the entire theater cheer around me when beauty and wonder won over evil in “Avatar.”

3D is the new black

January 17th – Triumphing over the gloomy weather with a silly family Lego session involving swimming pants, noseless sharks stealing fried chicken, and the girls’ quirky imaginations at their best.

January 18th – Flirting with Dan like newlyweds after the small ones went to bed.

January 19th – Bouncing, sliding, climbing, crawling, diving, tickling, and giggling with my girls for three straight hours at our neighbor’s amazing indoor play place.

January 20th – Filling the house with the magical scent of baking banana-orange-pecan bread.

January 21st – Snuggling a sleepy-eyed Sophie in the rocking chair at nap time.

January 22nd – Ploofing homemade marshmallows into powdered sugar with Natalie and licking our fingers with a delicious, guilty thrill.

Maple-vanilla marshmallows

January 23rd – Indulging in an old-fashioned pancake brunch after a hopeful suggestion by Sophie.

January 24th – Reading Winnie-the-Pooh in a dog pile on our bed with Sophie occasionally dive-bombing everyone and Natalie adding “tiddely pom” to the end of each sentence.

January 25th – Watching Natalie fall over from laughing so hard when we all died in Super Mario Bros.

January 26th – Sitting at my desk by 7 a.m. with coffee, candles, and a yummy burst of writing mojo.

January 27th – Spying on my sexy husband as he rocked an apron and cooked dinner (an expat ode to Taco Bell!) for our in-home date night.

January 28th – Joking with my ESL students entirely in English and feeling that warm sense of teacherly accomplishment.

January 29th – Remembering at the end of a long, hard, poo-intensive day that I really do love these daughters of mine with every scrap of my heart.

January 30th – Catching hail on our balcony for the girls to taste and marveling at the wild beauty of storms.

January 31st – Closing out January with a family storytime, little fingers wrapped around big ones, big hearts bonding to little ones over Dr. Seuss.

25Nov

Yelrple

I’m often convinced that I am simply a giant tangle of neuroses that occasionally manages to make sense in a confusing, modern-art way. I mean, some days my mismatched tendencies work together to create a good conversation or a delicious meal or a general sense of well-being or maybe a really ingenious new expletive. Some days, I start to think I might be cut out for life as a human after all. Some days, yellow and purple really do go together. Alas, today was not one of those days.

My brain woke up especially snarled, and despite magical music* and the sexy gleam of my new computer**, I couldn’t seem to fashion the day into anything but a mess. It probably (definitely) didn’t help that a slightly feverish 2-year-old clung to me for several hours sobbing “I SAD!” But still, there was naptime — the catnip of harried mothers — and rather than roll around in my freedom outputting creativity and/or snuffling deliriously, I… uh, sat. I poked a little bit at the snarl in my head which only made it worse. I thought all sorts of greenish-gray thoughts about the nature of my brain, its unwillingness to cooperate, and the black hole of nothingness which was to be my future. I had caffeine. It didn’t help.

I’m gathering that there’s nothing to be done with a clashing muddle of neuroses other than to stop looking at it,**** so I’m hereby turning my attention to lovelier things.

Like magical music and sexy new computers,
and a barrage of snotty, slightly-feverish kisses at bedtime,
and colorwonderful paintings ready to be hung,
and glitter-plum nail polish,
and Pocket Coffee,
and the promise of naptime again tomorrow,
and a hopeful future despite the frequent mess of me.*****


* $5 Mp3 album sale at Amazon this week, if anyone’s interested!
** Which was proudly paid for with my ESL earnings!***
*** Okay, so my earnings only covered half of it, but I desperately needed a new computer, the store was having a fantastic sale, and I’m sure my husband will give me a good interest rate, right? Oh, it thrills my soul to have a working laptop again, and the 8+ hour battery charge turns my heart into fluttery Jell-O.
**** Of course I couldn’t figure this out until a quarter ’til 11 at night.
***** And footnotes, which are just plain fun.

27Oct

Superlatives

Busy:
Not losing my mind in the sadistic onslaught of toddler teething.

Likewise busy:
Not losing my mind in the time-sucking vortex of potty training (the messy stage, oy).

Busier:
Hand-sewing floofy princess skirts from yards of pink tulle because 1) in no universe will I pay €80 for a pre-made costume, 2) we don’t have a sewing machine, and 3) two certain princesses deserve to look every bit as floofy and pink as cotton candy come Halloween.

Busiest:
Mastering 672 songs this week so I can fill in as church pianist next Sunday. (Hint: It’s not possible. Do you think the congregation will very much mind me throwing up between chord changes?)

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Angry:
About someone else’s poor financial choices resulting in a month-late paycheck for us.

Angrier:
Toward the parents standing calmly in the center of the playground, smoking cigarettes and watching their children kick mine.

Angriest:
At the relative who posted a gloating Twitter update while driving through an active school zone. (This, like drunk driving, makes me see red. The lives of little children are not as valuable as making sure the Internet knows you’re… uh, cool? Macho? An asshole extraordinaire?)

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Bright:
The galaxy of electric whirligigs blazing and swirling in the Luna Park below our house.

Brighter:
The sun rising clear and oh-so-jaunty over Mount Subasio, sneaking two fresh-faced girls with her into our room every morning before the alarm clock has a chance to wake up.

Brightest:
Plans for a holiday season bursting with music, food, and dearly-awaited guests. Oh, and snowboarding! And gift exchanges! And a wee trip to Venice! Cinnamon-sprinkled wonderfulness awaits.

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Dusty:
My writing abilities.

Dustier:
My writing motivation.

Dustiest:
The top of the bedroom dresser. Yeesh!

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Lovely:
Rosemary, peppermint, daisies and more daisies… my balcony friends welcomed in from the cold and brightening every room of the house.

Lovelier:
Friendships beginning to bloom from a batch of terrifying social undertakings. (I still have to pop a few Tums and re-read this every time I leave the house, but the value of new relationships is beginning to offset the appeal of staying a hermit.)

Loveliest:

Orange makes us happy

16Oct

Happy Slob

Earlier this week, I went to an informal get-together with some other gals from church. Knowing Italy’s take on casual is America’s version of dress-up, I took care to look nice—my good jeans, suede boots, dangly earrings, a pretty scarf. I would have felt pretentious in the States, but here… I was just proud of myself for managing to pull off the fashionable look I knew all the other ladies would have.

Except that wasn’t the case. At all. The others were wearing designer denim, designer shoes, cashmere sweater dresses, skinny belts, chunky necklaces, crystal hair clips, perfectly color-coordinated outfits with purses to match, and makeup that put my mascara-and-Lip-Smackers philosophy to shame. I felt like a complete slob.

Sitting in that circle of fashion models with my stomach sucked in, I quickly forgot all about the Year Without Clothes efforts I’d been applauding. I pushed away the commitment I’d made to spend as little as possible this year so we can finally get out of debt. That sense of satisfaction I’d felt when resolving to forego a new pair of heels this winter? Vanished without a trace. Because not only did I suddenly need new heels, I needed new boots and a new dress and a new coat and new sweaters and new scarves and new jewelry and new eye shadow and probably a new haircut too.

There in my chair, with no provocation other than my own self-imposed notion of inferiority, I turned into a miner. You know the kind—discontented, jealous, ready to uproot their lives for the shoddy promise of gold dust somewhere in a California stream. I needed to fit in, no matter how much cashmere sweater dresses cost.

Two and a half hours later, I pulled up in front of our gorgeous house. I tip-toed up the stairs and into the warm pool of light spilling from our bedroom door, where I was kissed like a movie star by my husband. We peeked into the next room where our girls slept with arms and legs flung on top of their covers, eyelashes resting serenely on cheeks. I put away my not-designer jeans and snuggled into bed with the love of my life as far-away lights danced like pixies on the wall. Peace tucked itself in around us; the knot in my stomach subsided. Through the soft night colors, I could see clearly again that happiness has nothing to do with new shoes or new hair or new anything. And just like that, my fashion crisis was solved.

2Sep

When Life Hands You Sorrento Lemons…

I promised you a post about limoncello, oh, four months ago? And while I fully intended to write it the next day, my brain had other plans—not writing it, for example. My brain has since repented and would like to extend its sincerest apologies for making you wait so long. Without further ado, I give you…

How to make limoncello, crema di limoncello, and multiple weeks’ worth of messes in 11 easy steps!

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Act I

Step 1: Make an impromptu getaway to the Amalfi Coast just when their luscious football-sized lemons are in season. Buy sixteen. Take immature pictures with them and try very hard not to think about whose college fund you just spent on a bag of fruit.

Size comparison with a banana

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6Aug

Irish Eyes Smiling

The sun has returned à la Richard the Lionheart to chase October back from whence it came, and I’ve reclaimed my summery state of mind. Despite hosting the energizer bunny of all chest colds (six weeks and counting!) and dealing with a mutinous lower back, I’m greatly happy’ed by the following:

Icy pink watermelonade
Supper every night on the balcony
Ben Folds’ live albums
Those first priceless conversations with a newly-talking Sophie
Sleeping with the windows open
Shel Silverstein poems
Snapshots from a summer of weddings
The Italian term for a bachelor[ette] party: “Farewell to celibacy”
Impromptu dinner guests
Orange curtains
Watching Natalie build fantastical Lego worlds
“Better Off Ted”
Magic sponges on a super-sale
Things in their places
Strawberry-banana smoothie bars, which Natalie has dubbed “The best popsicles EVER!”
City lights
Blue Like Jazz re-read for the umpteenth time
Minty nighttime breezes

Early Saturday morning, we leave on what may be our most ambitious traveling adventure to date: a two-week road trip to and from Ireland, camping in assorted European countries along the way.  Dan has dubbed the trip “Car Lingus,” which makes me giggle every time I start to stress over the details. Internet access is a sketchy maybe for the trip, but I’ll be back once I can. Until then, I hope to be sipping Guinness and soaking up good luck in a land where people believe “a face without freckles is like a sky without stars.” (Glory be, says my nose.) Take of August for me; I’ll be seeing you soon.

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