Sunday, February 10, 2013

Roots and wings

While out for lunch with some coworkers (and stuffing my face with some mouth-watering Japanese food), I casually mentioned the fact that it's been almost a year since I saw a movie in theatres. No biggie, really. There are far worse things in life, and I didn't really think much about what I'd said.

The next week it was my birthday*, and one of my aforementioned coworkers surprised me with a card and two movie passes that, she noted, also came along with her free babysitting services anytime we wanted.

Schwa? Free babysitting services? Yes, please!

The days that followed at work were particularly stressful and hellish, so by Friday last week, I was just DONE. As in, I needed a mindless release and wanted nothing more than to unwind in front of the big screen.

The friend who'd gotten me the passes was leaving for Boston the next day, so I didn't dare call her to come over and hang out while my daughter slept. Instead, my husband and I resorted to the one person who has essentially helped raise our daughter with us: my Mom.

I chose the movie that night: Life of Pi. My husband and I each went in completely blind without any preconceived notions of what this film was about. All we knew is what we saw in the newspaper ad -- it appeared to feature an East Indian man on a boat with a tiger. That's it. That's all we knew.




I won't spend my time here giving away any spoilers from the film, but just know that it was magnificent. Spiritual, thought-provoking, and overwhelmingly brilliant; I can't stop thinking about it, and I just want to see it again to watch for all the hidden symbols I missed the first time around.

But, as I said, this post isn't really about the movie.

When my husband and I got home just after midnight, we found my Mom sitting up on the couch watching over our daughter, who was now asleep in the living room instead of her crib where we left her.

My Mom informed us that she woke up around 10:30 pm and was vomiting in her room. It was all over her crib, blankets, toys, bedroom floor, and in her hair. Total grossness.

I know from previous episodes such as this that it can be virtually impossible to clean up vomit AND tend to a hysterical toddler at the same time when you're on your own, so my Mom just did what was absolutely necessary at the time. She left my daughter's room more or less the way it was and instead cleaned up my daughter and changed her pajamas before bringing her downstairs to be comforted.

It was now quite late, so we thanked my Mom for her help, and my husband then quickly drove her home while I tended to our daughter. As I was moving the hair off her face, she awoke and began speaking to me.


"I was screaming for you and Daddy to come to my room."

"I know, honey. I'm sorry we weren't here, but I'm glad Nonna was here to take care of you."

"Yeah, Nonna came to my room and changed my clothes. Nonna bringed me downstairs and was rocking me on the couch."

"Wow, that's so nice that Nonna was here and kept you safe."

"Yeah, I love Nonna...... Hey, where did Nonna go??"


As my daughter grows, I don't know what memories will stay will her vs. what will vanish from her cognitive mind. For me, personally, I can't really recall any definite memories prior to age three, so I doubt this one particular night will stand out for my daughter either.

And that kind of makes me sad.

So, you see, the purpose behind this post wasn't about my birthday or movies or the stress that can sometimes be my job, but rather it was about my daughter and her Nonna.

Even if my daughter will soon forget about this evening, I always want this post to remind her about the time that her Nonna was here to take care of her..... picking her up out of her crib, cleaning her off, and rocking her back to sleep.










* Completely unrelated, but my BFF Dani wrote the most beautiful, touching, flattering post for me on my recent birthday. You can read about it here.

Friday, February 1, 2013

Friday's Top Five - Books I want to read this year

I hate admitting this out loud -- because it almost sounds like a bad thing when I say it -- but we have too many books in our house. So many that, frankly, I feel we need a larger home just to house our collection. I know many of my readers understand and can appreciate this situation.

The thing is, we LOVE reading. Sometimes the same book twice. And it's because of this that the pile of new-and-yet-to-be-cracked-open books on my nightstand is vastly larger than the pile of books I've already devoured.

But as my husband recently said to me, you can never have too many books. And so I present.....


Friday's Top Five - Books I want to read this year:

5) One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp

Over the Christmas break, Divulge with Dani recommended we each read this book in an attempt to revive our long-forgotten Book Club. So I took it out of the library and have already read the first few pages......... but that was three weeks ago.



It's time for me to renew this book from the library for another three weeks, so here's hoping I can finish it before it comes up due again.



4) Fifty Shades of Grey by EL James

My husband flew to Alabama last summer and purchased this book while he waited in an airport. From what I know, he didn't finish it. And it's been collecting dust in our basement ever since.



From what I've heard of this book so far, most people have been a little disappointed in that it didn't live up to all it's hype.

And, yet, I remain intrigued. 

Here's hoping this makes for a nice light summer read...... and that I'm not disappointed.



3) The Help by Kathryn Stockett

I really wanted to read this book before seeing the movie, but it didn't happen. Even though I was given this book by my nephew and his girlfriend for my birthday last year, I was also given a free movie-rental voucher.

So, naturally, I rented the movie for free before getting a change to read the book. And I freakin' loved it.




I do kind of wish I had taken the time to first read the novel, though, but I guess it's never too late. The good news is that I know I won't be disappointed with the plot.





2) The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger

I admit I have no clue as to the plot of this tale. But my husband purchased this book for me with the intent of having me read it before we could see the movie together.

That was three-and-a-half years ago, and I have yet to read the book or see the movie.

Could 2013 be the year I finally achieve both those tasks??







1) Chicken Soup for the Traveler's Soul by various authors

Since we're on the topic of procrastination... ahem..... here goes:

Prior to becoming parents, my husband and I used to read to each other.... (you know, kind of like Joey and Pacey on Dawson's Creek). This usually happened in bed or on long road trips, and it was bliss.

We've read a few of the Chicken Soup books to each other, and they're all wonderful, but we began reading this one during my pregnancy in 2009/2010.... and, well, we still haven't been able to finish it.


Don't get me wrong - this book is terrific. But by the time we get into bed after a long day of work and then parenting, we're just DONE.

Okay, well, it's me who's just done. As in, I have difficulty keeping my eyes open during my daughter's book time and am usually in bed by 9pm.

So here's to hoping I finally develop the stamina required to read in bed again without falling asleep..... otherwise all these books will end up on my to-read list for 2014.....


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