Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Tour de Sinkis

Saturday was my dad's birthday. Jim, Willa, the dogs and I went to my parents house to celebrate. This is the wacky fun that ensued.


MaKenna pulling the birthday boy out of the play house :


Uncle Ken gives Willa the assist:













Willa gets a bath from her Grandma P.:













Somewhere on our camera there's a picture of Bill and Jackie in their new house. We'll find it (I hope) and share. They've got a big house with a good vibe, and a great backyard (and right now a lot of brass light fixtures). I can't wait to see how they make it their home.


When we got home on Sunday we walked downtown again:













Willa saw a helicopter and was a little excited:


Monday, July 23, 2007

Sinki shares her political side

I thought maybe our Vice President would have been served papers on Saturday when he had Presidential powers. Mr. Cheney who has eluded death from several heart attacks also feels he can escape the executive order to report how classified information is kept classified. Want to read more? Go here. It seems as though the few hours that he was in charge went smoothly.

While searching for the previous link, I found that Cheney will undergo surgery to "replace his entire unit." Which must be difficult to plan, as he really is just a unit.

I don't think it's funny to make fun of people's health concerns. I don't hold President Bush in high esteem, but felt bad the the whole world knew he had a colonoscopy Saturday. Katie Couric chose to share her experience on NBC; George Bush had to because it's in his job description. Dick Cheney though... well, I just don't see him as a person. The only time I felt a wave of humanity coming from him was during his very well broadcast tragic accident of shooting his friend in the face (Internet, that's not funny either). Then, for just a teeny second, he was a man. The next day, he went right back to being a unit.

Also, while we're on the topic of national leadership: John Edwards? I want to make him a grilled cheese and tell him I love what he's doing for our country.

Friday, July 20, 2007

Her hide out

3.5 weeks since the doctor suggest 1 pound a week. Lost so far? 4.5 pounds. I am an overachiever.

In other news... Willa has a tent in her room right now. When my brothers, sister, and I were younger we made tents and forts with afghans stretched over high chair backs and anchored by encyclopedias. More often than not we did not disassemble our creation before mom and dad came home. This meant trouble. Not only does mom like a clean house, those encyclopedias were new and those things aren't cheap (thank you Internet for letting me live in peace knowing I'll never have to lecture Willa about encyclopedias or worrying that a missing "J" would mean an hole in knowledge). So, those kind of tents will be orchestrated in a few years - oh gosh! she'll probably use the laptop instead of an encyclopedia.

Right now, there's a Willa sized tent in her room. It's got an owl's face and wings and feet on it and has some stars too. Inside is the wall covering that my mom made for her (mom, she loves to lie on it and rest her head on the cushioned monkey) and some books and toys. And whatever else a 15 month old drags into her lair. We're pretty sure she likes it:


Wednesday, July 18, 2007

360 Degrees from Perfection

Monday evening we had lovely weather. I was lying in the hammock in the backyard feeling worn out from the day. The hammock cradled me, and I was still, except for nudges from Arlo rubbing his back against the bottom of the hammock - he's such a cheap thrill kind of dog. Jim was in a lawn chair near my head. Willa was on his lap. They were in deep conversation, peppered with giggles.

In the middle of a yawn, I craned my neck to look at them. The beauty made me gasp and I spent a minute trying to memorize the scene. This is what I saw, framed by my purple hammock cocoon:

The sky was a perfect summer blue with puffy white clouds. Against that was the lively green of our gigantic maple tree's leaves. And then Jim's red and white checked shirt. Dark red that jumped up and down when he laughed. And then Willa's bare feet and small toes, dancing on the air. All those layers of colors, and life, and sweetness.

I am not foolish enough to think we ought to capture perfection. There are often too many dishes in the sink, too many projects piling up, too many books on the "to read" list. We sometimes have to throw away produce that we had every intention of eating. I will always have at least one zit somewhere and Jim will probably continue to leave his shoes... everywhere. Perfection is a quest that makes you forget the scenery along the way, I think. That minute we were exactly 360 degrees from perfection - which, for you folks who aren't geometry nuts, puts us right back at perfection.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

2 post Tuesday - daycare report

"Willa was sitting next to a friend. The friend put their fingers near Willa's mouth. Willa bit her friend's fingers."

She's never been the biter, but in this case I can see her reasoning. Sometimes you just have to tell your friend to back off, you know?

True or False Quiz


Willa was excited about some street musicians we passed on our walk around downtown.
True.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

To Willa's Jr. Fan Club President

Dear MaKenna,

The Children's Garden just isn't the same without you.

Love you, Willa




(Yes, internet, cheap ploy to get my sister to visit us, I know. Trust me, this is better than a long and more subtle musing. I'll let you know if this works.)

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Beauty Shop


Willa handed me the cup that holds her hair do-dads. We sat on the floor while she handed me one clip at a time. When all 12 were in her hair, she pulled them out. And then handed them to me again to start over.

Friday, July 13, 2007

Cutely Contrary

This is the week when she started saying "no." There is a whole variety of "no" and none of them are unpleasant... yet.

There's the sweet, very quiet, "nooo" when I ask put her in her highchair. She says it like we're kidding around, like I've just asked her if she'd like to wear pudding on her head.

There's the shaking the head, and silent no. The "I've had my fill of dinner, thanks mom" no.

Last night we saw an award winning no. Jim got home and pretended to chase Willa from the backyard to the front. Willa took off, giggling, and turned to make sure he was right behind her. She stopped and grinned - wagging her index finger at him, and shaking her head slowly. Then she took off.

This week "no" is charming. It's cuteness has been duly documented so we can look back on the good ole days. We know that the screaming in the middle of the grocery store "NNNOOOO!" is around a corner not too far away.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

I like most people. Phew.

I am not a misanthrope.

I thought for a little while that maybe I was. Turns out no, I do like people, in general. I do not like people, specifically, who:
- try to cut off a dad pushing a stroller, resulting in Willa's feet nearly being chewed up in the bike spokes of the idiot who really, really needed to be in front of us.
- stand next to a baby stroller to light up and smoke
These people - a 17 year old boy and a 60+ year old man - have never been mothers and were unaware of the wrath that they were stirring.

I realized last night that I don't enjoy crowds like I used to. This may be part of my fireworks problem. I just don't feel like Willa's well being is the #1 concern of everyone in the crowd. Insensitive jerks.

We went to Blues on the Mall downtown last night. We parked a ways away for our nightly walk. When we got to the mall at about 7:30, the crowd was nothing like the docile bikers and blues hipsters I remember seeing at this concert series in the past. There was a lot of product in very high and multi-colored hair. There was break dancing. There were a bunch of guys in suits who just got out of their Awful Tie Club Meeting. There was a surprisingly huge crowd and a few bad apples had me feeling like I'd rather keep walking than growl at people who were poking this mama bear with a stick.

So Jim and I ushered Willa through the streets while taking photos of our city. Willa waved at every single person we saw. She danced to the music in each passing car. She leaned her head back and then further back to see the top of the buildings we passed. A half hour later we returned to the concert area, and it was transformed back to the crowd I remembered it would be. We listened to a few songs and escaped before the motorcycle brigade headed out of the heart of the city.

I also do not like people who ride obnoxiously loud motorcycles, but I figure Blues on the Mall is kind of "their turf" so I'm not complaining.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Let the bossing around begin

Shop vac - hee hee - yes, still today.
Yesterday evening Willa was kind of grouchy (1 nap at daycare, grrr...) and wandering around the house aimlessly. I said, "Willa, go get a book and we'll read." And she went to her room. And came back with a book. And handed it to me.
Our daughter is a rational human being capable of following directions. Except at 5 am when she is a toddler in pain because molar #4 refuses to break the gum line already.
Tonight I'm going to try, "Willa, take the garbage out."

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

ER in the comfort of our own home

"We could hook a straw up to the Shop Vac." This is a phrase I never thought I would hear my husband say. But desperate times call for powerful suction.

Last night I stepped away from Willa and her dinner to get something to wipe the cottage cheese off of her face. And arms. And hair. Willa's success rate with spoon self-feeding is growing by the day, but it's a sloppy growth.

When I sat back down in front of her, she was sniffing and putting her finger up her nose, more than usual. I looked down at her tray and had a sinking feeling. Sure enough, there was a pea in her right nostril. I tried to pluck it out, but she sniffed again and it went further up.

Jim was at the grocery store, so I called him asking him to come home asap. I'd need him to hold her head while I tried to nab the pea with tweezers. Then I called urgent care to see if they could remove it if we couldn't. No, the nurse said, she'd have to go to the ER (grumble grumble 4 hours in an ER waiting room grumble $150 bill grumble, for a pea?!).

Jim got home, we laid Willa on our bed with the reading light illuminating the legume in question. We were unsuccessful with tweezers. Turns out a squirmy crying toddler makes my steady hand less steady with metal so close to her brain. This is when he suggested the Shop Vac (I'm still giggling today). I went the more energy efficient route and suggested we just put the straw in a mouth and suck. This is what worked in one attempt.

Note to self: move a straw or two to the first aid kit. Move peas to the back of the freezer.

Monday, July 09, 2007

Warning: mention of boobs

On Saturday we made it through our to do list.
Farmers market? Check. Left with wax beans, dilly beans (grandma p. could get $4 a jar... where's that recipe again?), 2 red peppers, and some cucumbers.
Backyard work? Check - well, half check. We watered and I pulled a few weeds, but we didn't get much done.
Visit with Jim's family? Check - a pruny pool fingers dripping with popcicle juice check.
Smiles and laughs? Yup - Willa's highlight of our trip to Grand Haven was rocking out to the dueling pianos at Kirby grill and her own green balloon to bat around while we pushed her stroller down the boardwalk.

On Saturday Jim, Willa, and I were changing into suimsuits. I took my bra off (that's a fun sentence to post on the internet). Willa pointed and smiled. Then she started coming near me making fish at the water's surface face and noises. I hope we're both ready to wean before she can say, "hey mom, kinda thristy over here."

Sunday, July 08, 2007

Family adventure















The sinkis go to the river.




















Training for sled dog stroller races











Her highness is pleased when the little people dance.

Saturday, July 07, 2007

To do: Saturday




Go to Farmer's Market, visit grandma and grandpa T., work on backyard, make Willa smile and laugh. A lot.

Friday, July 06, 2007

Her obsession




I'm experiencing the first wave of, "why the heck did I teach her that word?!?" this week.

Willa received from Aunt Dar and Uncle John a Christmas gift in the form of a motorized bubble blower in the shape of Ariel the little mermaid. We've played with it a few times, but she never really paid much attention to it because it was too soon. This week? If she were eleven years old, the word "bubble" would be scribbled all over her math folder and I'd have to have the "we don't write on our bodies with ink pens" talk with her. She is in love (B, please tell your mom!).

Ariel and her bubbles live in Willa's room atop her wardrobe. Every time I'm in the room with her, Willa points to it and says, "BUB-BULLLL." It's cute, I know. And it's awesome to watch her watching my mouth when a word catches her fancy and she tries to repeat it. I love her proud grin when the word comes out and she knows I understand. I think I heard the word bubble 327 times in 3 hours yesterday.

We've had to hide all other bubble containers this week. There was one on the front porch in plain view. When I started feeling like it was the troll - demanding to be played with before allowing house entry - we hid that one too. I think it's considered an addiction when the object of desire keeps you from every day life.

This weekend we will work on expanding her vocabulary. It will be like a verbal salad bar for her, and us.

Thursday, July 05, 2007

The cultural differences between the Grand Rapids and Detroit fireworks

"WOW," said Willa. "Wow. WOW! wow."

We spread our blanket between the Grand River and the Waterworks building, very near the playground Willa had conquered last weekend. The fireworks were visible, but not so loud that she needed the professional grade ear muff protectors we brought along (nice to have a husband in the sound business). Most of the "wows" were dedicated to the fireworks.

The others were whispered while she watched the big kids crawling, leaping, sliding - all frantic - on "her" jungle gym. It looked like a beehive: swarming and humming with crazy energy. Jim helped Willa get to the slide without the sugar & firework buzzed kids trampling the newest, smallest member of the colony. I held my breath, waiting for her to be squashed.

The fireworks were... well, fireworks. Big, and bright and noisy. Probably less flashy this year, due to budget constraints. The crowd had a haze of bug spray and borderline meanness.

I love the Detroit fireworks, because I've always felt a spirit of "this is our City (with a capital C) and, even if most of us travel from the 'burbs and then try to get the heck out to not get stuck on I-75, we're all in it together." Last night in Grand Rapids, there was more of a "I'm kind of drunk and if you get in my way I'll swear at you." vibe. This is a city with an overall kinder, gentler culture, yet I didn't feel it last night.

Huh, after writing that I'm thinking that the crowd last night was a lot like the big, bright and noisy fireworks. Except without the bright. In Detroit - and perhaps I'm idealizing here because the even is so entwined with my childhood - I always felt like the crowd adopted the intended nobility of the fireworks.

You thoughts?

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Status report

I've lost 4 pounds since my doctor's visit. I'm chalking 1 of those up to eating better and fun walks and bike rides. The other 3 pounds were lost in moments of indignity and extreme discomfort (see yesterday's post).

I am back at work. Despite feeling only about 70%, I'm concerned about taking another sick day. I ate some mac-n-cheese (you know it's good when there's an -n- involved) and so far, so good.

Willa is at home with Jim. She's done vomitting, but has some mighty foul diapers still. Except for that and being a little more cuddly than usual, she seems fine.

Jim reports a rolling stomach, some bad cramps, and seems exhausted, but might escape fairly unharmed. He is, again, the hero of this bout of sickness, providing rented videos and icy pops.

Monday, July 02, 2007

sharing is caring

stomach flu.
all 3 of us.

the horrors, the horrors...

Saturday, June 30, 2007

soy = sexy

I know some of you are wondering why I didn't make this list. [Just in case you don't know, click on the words "this list" to view]
Next year, my friends, next year.

Friday, June 29, 2007

Twilight on bikes, downtown

Last night the three of us wound our way through downtown Grand Rapids on bike trails and riverwalks. We didn't get started until 8, and returned to the parked car at 10.

Some highlights:
Willa yelling "DUK" and pointing at the ducks resting at the Riverside park boat launch.

The playground near the 6th street bridge. Freaking Willa out with the sound tubes - she could hear me whispering, even though I was 20 feet away. Her fearlessness on the slides - even the big kid slide.

The men fishing who were really interested in Willa's bike trailer. "Where did you get that thing?!" Even though they had to move their camping chairs and fishing poles for us to get through.

Willa's eyes and mouth nearly the same enormous size while she sat next to the Ford Museum water fountain. When that excitement died down, we started to put her back in the trailer, and then a horse-drawn carriage went right past us. And when that moment passed, the spouting fountain came on. It was one "WOW" after another for Willa.

The pink/orange/dusty gray sunset reflecting in the river. Taking it's time to fade.

Following smiling and pointing Willa and Jim's mighty fine tush.

Doing a ridiculous dance (with plastic blue maraca) outside of the car to keep Willa from crying while Jim was putting the bikes on the car. And then noticing that that blue car 10 feet away had some teenagers in the front seat smoking pot.

Going to bed knowing that I had done my part that day to lose the one pound this week. And glad that we live very close to an increasingly lively downtown. And content that our daughter is so happily curious, and that my life partner, who brought me a very small bit of ice cream to celebrate our day, has my back.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Three years ago today...

...I was on the phone with my new friend Jim after he returned from a friend's wedding in Ohio.
I asked him what he was up to. He said, "well, my back's out from all that driving, so I'm just lying in bed watching tv." I said to my new friend Jim, "I'll be right over." Yes, I'm aware of how that sounds...now.

This afternoon we had lunch together to celebrate the 3rd anniversary of our first kiss.

That's my girl!

An email from Jim:

"I spoke with my mom this morning and she relayed one cute story from the night they had her.

They were all sitting in the kitchen eating dinner and had the TV on. The Tigers were playing and Willa kept pointing to the screen and then clapping. She is her momma's child!"

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

I am the sea cucumber, coo coo ka chew.

Darlings, it's time for me to make some major changes in my life.

Yesterday I had my yearly physical with Dr. B. Since giving birth, I don't dread "that part" of the exam. No racing heart at the sight of the tray with the shiny silver instrument that will be warmed with water and placed... well, it doesn't bother ME anymore, but from my past I understand that even reading those words may have some women in a sweat.

No sir, what almost made me pass out was the scale. I have gained a whole heap of weight in the past 2 years. I have gained weight since having Willa. A lot. And I'm not happy so, it's time to change some. "1 pound a week," said Dr. B. Gulp.

I learned the other day on NPR that sea cucumbers are amazing. When they feel threatened, they spit up their digestive tract and escape while their predator is distracted by the digestive tract meal. Then they regrow their innards and continue merrily along. To learn more, go here: and click on listen.

You thought I was changing the subject here, didn't you? Nope, I'm just drawing parallels while educating the masses. I've been hanging onto that that gem of knowledge until I came to a good metaphor. Almost posted about it yesterday in a little essay about my boss the odd communicator. As she drilled me on something I wasn't in control of, I wanted to be able to distract her and hide under some corral. Almost likened Willa to a sea cucumber when she threw peas on the ground to keep me from noticing that she had a marker in her hand. But nope.

I need to stop the distract and run thing. It's time figure this out and get under control. I'm hoping to use the word svelte a lot in the next few months. So, pals, this is now becoming a place where I am accountable for my healthy weight loss. Here we go.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Monday, June 25, 2007

0 to 60, overnight

Heather cried 3 feet away from me while I was reading the Hand Ceremony portion of her and Erik's wedding. Our lives have not been as interwoven in the last year and a half as it had been in the past. Wedding-eve hugs and words of encouragement, tears during the reading, and dancing to Love Shack on the back porch felt good. So, Heather cried as I was reading, making it difficult. I had to pause to cough. And still... so when it continued, I paused and whispered a commanding plea, "stop it." Everyone laughed. And we all made it through. Heather and Erik are married. It was a beautiful ceremony. A wedding on the shores of Lake Michigan. Reception under a tent, surrounded by a glorious sunset and trees and dune grass. Jim and I enjoyed the company of the newly minted husband and wife team of Brian and Angie. The wedding theme was surfing. I wouldn't have been surprised to see Keanu Reeves in a wet suit come around the corner. The groomsmen could have been extras in any surfing movie.

Celebrating the start of a marriage one day and the 60th year of a different marriage the next...

My dad's parents have been married for 60 years, they renewed their vows in a mass, we ate a meal together and then gathered at my cousins house for relaxed play time. On the ride home, Jim and I were sitting in comfortable silence. I thought about how lucky I would feel if, in the future, he and I were joined by our children, grandchildren and friends to celebrate a major milestone.

Other quick snapshots of the weekend:

Watching Willa play with the children of my cousins, older and bigger, with no hesitation.

Learning who my cousins, who moved to Dodge City when we were young, are as adults.

MaKenna and Arlo sitting in the play house with the windows closed because MaKenna didn't want him to jump out, like Greta had minutes before.

My mom's face lighting up when Willa saw her in church and waved.

Watching Jim talk with my grandma (who had a little crush on him when she remembered who he is) and tell her little jokes.

Finally falling into bed last night with Jim, exhausted, a little sunburnt, feeling love and loved so earnestly that I couldn't sleep right away.

It was a busy and wonderful and whole weekend, as evidenced by the 238 photos on the digital camera. Will post some this week.

Also, this morning, Willa hugged me. It was a for real, intentional hug. I picked her up and squeezed her, making the hug sound (Internet, how does one spell the hug sound, please?) and she did it right back and I could feel her butt cheeks squeezing together as she burrowed into me. Sigh and loopy grin.

Friday, June 22, 2007

Pants on, one leg at a time - if they're there

In a big hurry this week - sick, busy, family fun, wedding and rehearsal for Heather. Oh, and work too. It's got my head spinning - not enough that I'd try to return some pants at a department store and wait in line for 20 minutes with the receipt in hand... but not pants, but I'm kind of frazzled.

The pants thing? Someone I know and love did this yesterday. When she told me, I cackled. She told me I couldn't put it here. I've protected her identity, hope this way is okay.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Huh? It's Wednesday?

So, I've lost a few days to illness. From about 1pm on Monday to this morning, I've been in bed, sleeping. When I was asleep I could not feel as bad, and my body kept wanting to be horizontal. My brain, pulsating from the headache of the century, stopped being in charge. And so I turned on PBS and slept to the sweet sounds of Clifford the Big Red Dog.

When you sleep for 2 days there is less to write about.

The weekend was wonderful. We saw live music and had to wrestle Willa from the steps to the stage. There was swimming and adoration of dads. It was good.

Friday, June 15, 2007

he's an honest, honest man

After getting home 3 hours after Willa's bedtime:

"So, do you think Willa missed me tonight?"
"No, she was having too much fun with me to miss you."

Thursday, June 14, 2007

In her Repertoire

I was talking with Emily (Emily of the frequent and friendly comments that you can read here) and mentioned that Willa has learned how to drink out of a straw.

She said, "you should post about that. That's a big accomplishment."

And I thought, maybe, but dismissed it because, well... what's there to say about drinking out of a straw?

This got me thinking about all of the things she can do now, and how quickly her bag-o-tricks is expanding.

In the beginning I wrote about each new skill. Because, in the beginning, there aren't many tricks to (literally) write home about. Milestones are spaced out like trees on the west Kansas prairie. You can see one on the horizon, but it's many miles until you actually get there. Rolling over is like that, teething is like that. Crawling felt like reaching the Rocky mountains. A few good nights sleep back to back are more like trees in the Arctic - they might exist, but you hate to even hope for that.

And now we're in the metaphorical Northern Michigan woods of mad skills. New things pop up every day.

Willa is playing peek-a-boo now. She uses her own hands, and thinks you can't see her ensuring that you're paying attention by looking between a crack between her thumb and finger.

She chases the dogs. They let her catch them. She embraces Greta with such joy that you can almost see the dog's reflection in her grin.

She howls at Arlo - and let's her lips stay in a perfect "O" long after the sound is gone.

She knows her fun stuff is in her room. She carries the fun all over the house leaving bits of fun in the shape of small plastic ducks, a toy saxophone, books, her shoes...

She is starting to run. That experiment was cut short by her head meeting the door jam.

She plays hide and seek with me, shrieking when I find her. Because that's what I do when she finds me.

She's starting to use a fork and spoon. She puts the spoon on her high chair tray and then puts a piece of food on the spoon. She uses mostly her left hand and lifts the spoon in a way I didn't know possible to her mouth.

She tickles the dogs feet. She is undeterred by the fact that they do not laugh.

She looms over me to tickle my stomach and pauses to look at me as if to say, "oh yes I will, here I come!"

Willa sings vowels to music. This morning there was a duet of "I Love Trash" with her and Oscar the Grouch.

She roars at Tigers we find at YouTube and laughs at laughing babies.

She calls all of the animals in the day-care animal book "ducks" according to Tammy, one of her teachers. I know "DAC" is not duck, but more of something that she means, "hey, look at that." "DUK" is duck. There is a small difference.

She points at things and people with both hands. We like to say "Who da man, Willa?" and we all laugh when she points at someone.

She won't leave the dog bowls alone, and Internet, I confess my daughter has eaten dog food on the occasion that mom and dad were too slow to catch her. Amends have been made.

Willa climbed up the blue steps of the playground equipment of the nearby school and sat herself down on the tiny baby slide. And nudged herself little by little until she was sliding.

She is getting more teeth, but we have less access to view progress because of her excellent jaw strength and know how of current teeth.

She points to Jim in photos and in person and sings, "Daa..... (long pause) Deeee." She looks for him around the house and yard singing the same way.

She lifts her chin and turns her head to the side, grinning when she's proud of her self.

I know that from here on out development happens at warp speed. In a few months I'll forget to mention that she learned 5 new words in one day. Jim and I were going through old posts here last night and I told him that I can look at a photo of her from February and have a difficult time thinking that she looks any different now. I can go to her crib and gasp at how big she is and how much hair has sprouted. I'm very glad that I've captured moments in time here since October, as it's crazy to think that all of this walking and babbling and dog-hugging wasn't happening only a short time ago.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Take me out to the ballgame

Last night Willa went to her first Whitecaps (local minor league baseball) game. We were on a party deck with a large group. She didn't notice there was a baseball game until we wandered away for a bit. I picked her up to see the field. She smiled. I noticed a very sad looking mascot pig coming our way and pointed it out to her. She was mesmerized by the ball game - "BA" she kept shouting. That's the closest we've gotten to "ball" yet.
I said, "look Willa, a giant fleece pig with a terribly crooked head," and pointed. No interest. She was watching a pitcher warm up. She is her mother's daughter.
Then the pig got closer and she fell in love for 20 minutes. Getting closer to point and stare, but never actually approaching the pig.
Whitecaps lost, but a packed stadium erupted with joy when it was announced that Justin Verlander of the Tiger's pitched a no hitter. Not a bad accomplishment for a 24 year old.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Family (tight) circle

As I mentioned, mom got a fancy schmancy new knee yesterday.
The operation was at noon. I spoke with my mom the night before. After cleaning and shopping and finishing up her sewing pile and ordering new checks and killing every weed in the yard, she felt ready to go.
Yesterday at 2:30ish, my dad called to say the operation was successful, and the doctor said there wasn't much left to that knee (all that basketball in her youth, and her secret ninja skills) so she made a good decision.
At 2:40 I got an email from my sister, Lisa to let me know mom was fine. Just in case I hadn't heard from dad.
And then I spoke with her again at 6.
And my brother Brian called at 8.
And my mom called at 8:15, really tired and loopy, but not in the "this is fun" way.
And my brother Bill called at 9 to tell me that mom said she was dancing on tables (false) and that he was running for office in 2010, sponsored by Labatt Blue (also false).
And my dad called again at 9:30.

I am 2 and a half hours from all of them. But all of that contact made me feel like I was right there. It was nice to take part in so many calls that were to relieve anxiety and pass on good (and in Bill's case, ridiculous) news.

Thanks for your thoughts and prayers, and please keep 'em going. I hear PT for this surgery is no picnic.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Damn you Paris Hilton, and your little dog too.

Leaving Menards (think the Kmart of Lowes and Home Depot - now with a grocery section):

"That woman had one of those little dogs in a bag."

"Huh?"

"That woman, going into the store now, she's got her dog with her."

"I don't understand why people with tiny dogs feel that they have an all access pass for their animal. I mean, we could stuff Greta into one of our suitcases on wheels with her head poking out, and take her with us everywhere, but we don't."

"Hmmm... that would be fun."

Wrinkling my nose, "it kind of would, wouldn't it?"

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Living room upgrade, draft 1

Note the new couch and chair. Jim is graciously modeling how the new comfy chair is perfect for reading the Sunday paper. The dogs are demonstrating how we have a 4 foot away from the new furniture restraining order. Willa is playing hide and seek in her new favorite sunny corner of the house. Appreciate the walls that are no longer white. Ignore that we stow our kleenex box atop the lamp (Willa likes to daintily empty them, one tissue at a time). More work to come, more reports of progress in the future.

Heather is getting married on this beach in less than 2 weeks. We went out to drop off a sound system, spend some time with her and Erik, and dip our toes into Lake Michigan. Willa was undaunted by disappearing toes and chilly water.

Today is my mom's last day with her original knee parts in one leg. Tomorrow she goes in for a knee replacement. Please send prayers and thoughts of a quick and healthy recovery process.

Friday, June 08, 2007

couch and chair - they're here!

I tried to be sneaky and publish a draft I had written on Wednesday as Thursday's entry. I guess you can't do that, and Blogger keeps me honest.

The couch and chair arrived. They are comfortable and look great against the newly painted walls. I've never been much of a decorative pillow girl, but I'm pretty happy with our fabric choice and how well it goes with the green wall. Yay! To celebrate, we watched some tv in bed last night... old habits die hard, I guess.

Our living room feels smaller. The "chi" in the room is off for me, and I feel like we're going to be moving the furniture until it feels more balanced.

I have to keep reminding my worried about jam/black bean/blueberry hued hand prints on the new furniture part of myself that this fabric is supposed to be Willa proof. I hope she doesn't prove the furniture industry wrong.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Gunsmoke, grandma style

"Hey, ask mom what she bought herself."

It's been 3 years and 2 grandkids now and somehow my mother has not received a shirt or sweater that proclaims her fitting title as "World's Best Grandma." So. She bought one for herself at a craft fair.

This news made me crumble and laugh at the same time. She shouldn't have had to do it. My sister contends that she never wore any of the "World's Best MOM" crap, er, goods we gave her in our youth. I remember it differently.

This whole gently poking fun at my mom led to the following fictional scene:

Two women are walking down the street, both wearing "World's Best Grandma" shirts. They stare each other down. One grimaces and says, "this town's not big enough for the both of us, Granny." They circle each other, hands on hips and near purses. The other one sniffs and in a low voice says,"Draw." They both pull out their wallet photos. One clearly has more photos than the other. The losing Grandma takes her shirt off (relax, there's another one under it), drops it to the dusty ground, and hangs her head. As she slinks away she can be heard on her cell phone, "Kimberly, I need more updated pictures of my grandbabies." The winner picks up the dusty shirt, clears her throat, and walks off into the sunset. Cue Western wistful music, fade to black.

Tangible differences

Tomorrow our couch and chair arrive. The walls have been painted (by Jim), the carpet has been cleaned (by Jim), the once clean room has as assortment of toys strewn across the clean carpet (thanks, Willa). I have been perched on my throne and snacking on fresh berries and fancy chocolates.
No.
I chase Willa to make sure she's not laying on the damp carpet or chewing on paint brushes or trying to put nails into her eyeball.
I need a project that has a beginning and end (providing for Willa's safety and well being has no end in sight) that makes a difference to the house and our family. Suggestions?

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Vacation, part 2 Higgens Lake and the In-law cookout


Up-north bath with MaKenna doing hair. HEY - Willa's shirt is off and her hair is wet. These are the 2 must haves in MaKenna's book for a party (see March 9 post here).



Willie and the boys. Can you see the duck and dolphin on springs over Brian's shoulder? Apparently perilous to those with testicles.


Willa and Grandma P. playing at Higgen's Lake.



Willa and Grandpa T. pool side. Yes, Willa has a whole other side of the family that I don't write about much here. Not that they're uninvolved. We see them just about every week. Note to self: do a better job recording T. visits too. Note Willa's jumper, handmade by Grandma P.

And finally, one more Mackinac photo:



Would have been so nice, if it weren't for that booger.

Monday, June 04, 2007

My confession

"You should see the gaggle of teenage geese in my office pond."
"I saw some teenage swans at Central."
"I hate swans."
"You don't hate swans..."
"I do. I would totally punch baby swans if I could, that's how much I hate them."

Jim, is that about how it went?

Thursday, May 31, 2007

Vacation Part 1 - Mackinac Island

We were a ferry ride and 3 hours in a car from home. The air was warm, but crisp as I cut through it atop my Schwinn. Jim and Willa were 40 yards or so ahead of me on the path. I stopped to take photos of Trillium, a wildflower that might still be endangered, though the local nursery sells them. I was playing arborist in my head, impressing myself with my tree identification "Beech. Cedar. Elm. Locust. And my crowning glory, 'Horse Chestnut'" [I do not know enough to impress anyone but myself. I bought a book a while back. It stayed at home for this trip.]


All I could hear was the occasional clip-clomp 2 horse team pulling wagons of island tourists, and the breeze slowly wooshing past my ears.


Sigh. Absolute serenity.


I enjoyed the peace for another moment, and then, about 40 yards in front of me I could hear digital music not unlike modern ice cream truck tunes, "da de da da da da da da..." In a trailer behind Jim's bike, Willa was hanging out with her blanket and her stuffed monkey who, when you press his palms, plays "If You're Happy and You Know It, Clap Your Hands." I know you've heard about this guy before, but he's ever present now.


It was the soundtrack of the vacation. She had that guy singing through the main streets of Mackinac Island and other bikers and walkers stopped to look. She played it in the car when she woke up from a nap. She played it after the last kiss of the day while trying to settle into a good sleeping position.


The song, the scenery, the time spent with my little and later my extended family? Perfect.
Clap, clap.



The monkeys.




Nap time in our room at the Cottage Inn. This may be the only Bed and Breakfast room on the island that isn't pink.




Willa and Jim meeting some workin' horses.




Resting for a second.





I was there too.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Hi, come in. Can I get you something to drink?

First, thanks to those who checked in 2 posts back. And for those of you who haven't, please do.

The way I see it, this is a place for me to ramble and collect memories for myself. It's a somewhat selfish and self-centered act for me to come here and write and expect people to care, on a daily basis, about what I put here in my little nook on the internet. I know. This is where I'm totally self aware and my skin feels itchy.

On the other hand, this is also a site that allows people who know us to check in with life at Camp Sinki, and those who don't to stalk us - I mean learn about complete strangers (us).

So, if you're a friend or stranger and are peeking in, please drop a comment sometime. "Hey, it's nice to see Willa smile, because of her clinginess to mom and dad, I haven't seen it in real life." Or "cut the crap, you want to be a stay-at-home mom so you don't miss any Martha Stewart." Or "Nice photo. Your husband has a cute butt" are okay to share. If you're looking into this fishbowl, let me know. I'd like to say hi.

I'm not saying, comment or scram. Just inviting you to do so more pointedly, kind of like, "please have a seat, make yourself at home." Also, just like the high school yearbook, everyone knows if you get more people writing in your blog, you know you're, like, totally popular.

Second here is the photo of my dad reading to MaKenna and Willa after returning from a long day at the Detroit Zoo earlier this month:


Awwww....











Third I was going to post about our refreshing weekend on the road north of the 45th parallel, but that will have to wait for tomorrow.

Tuesday, May 29, 2007


We've returned from our mini-vacation. It was a happy, smiley time. Today we're all adjusting to life back in the schedule. Tomorrow I will share more, but for now, please enjoy sleeping Willa lovingly captured by her dad. She has never seen so many horses and priests as there were at the Knights of Columbus convention on Mackinaw Island.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Roll Call, please

I've been using this space to chronicle the day-to-day happenings of our family, the growth and development of our child, and share some thoughts and photos for just over 7 months now. We're waiting for the blog to start crawling any day now.

We'll be travelling away from computers for the next several days, and I'll be doing some thinking about what I put here and why, and if I want to open this up to the evils of coperate america and earn money by selling ad space here.

In the meantime, do me a favor, if you're reading this, would you just let me know by leaving a comment. You can be anonymous, you can just type "here." Even if you read this entry weeks or months after today, please let me know.

Coming next week:
the photo of my dad and his granddaughters
the latest on project living room
recap from mini-vacation

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

another home project

I mentioned, I think, that I was feeling sick on Sunday. Still, I bravely put shoes on and travelled to Lowes to go buy paint. Our living room has one green wall and 3 white walls. Well, it did. We're in transition. So, Jim's bringing me paint chip after paint chip that look kind of like the one I brought home earlier in the week. "How about this one? It's just like that, only lighter. Or this one, see how it's less yellow? Or this one, I think this one will look good." And to me they all looked the same: light beige.

This was not unlike the time I thought I'd have my German friend teach me German. A lesson that lasted 5 minutes after we discovered that I couldn't hear a difference between 18 different "o" sounds. "No, it's not 'oh' it's 'oh.'"

The fact that I had no idea what "stoney sea pearl" would look like next to our "Kentucky oak moss" wall at home had me frustrated. Also, please do remember something was wrong with me. I was achey and completely spacey. There was no trespass against Willa, but I found myself wishing she would vomit on command on Jim. And the rows and rows of paint chips.

We finally left with two cans of paint. Hours later Willa was asleep and I was pathetically curled up on the couch. I watched Jim get a roller brush out. "You're going to paint?! Tonight?! Right now?!" And he boldly started right there. I was in awe of his gumption, his health, and his faith that he would not regret the shade we brought home. And then he made me soup and garlic bread, and rubbed my back.

Yesterday morning, after it was dry and I was better, I told him he made the right choice. Our living room is going to look so great and feel so warm and comfortable.

Monday, May 21, 2007

de Sinki Goes to Camp

Angie and Brian had a wonderful wedding in the woods this weekend. When we arrived at the VanBuren Youth Camp, families were walking to the outdoor stage, there was a bluegrass band playing. We were excited to have the camera in such a beautiful setting on such a special day. Until we tried to use it and discovered the battery was dead. Blast! Jim ran to the store and bought a disposable camera, so there will be photos here, just much, much later than usual.

Heather G. performed the ceremony which was gentle, and thoughtful, and full of humor and warmth, just like the bride (and the groom, as best as I know him). Brunch that followed was accompanied by toasts and song and lemonade. Mmmm...

There were giant trees with ID signs painted by campers, a waterfront with a dock, a camp lodge, cabins, and washroom. Willa, Jim and I got our own cabin. We skipped the bunk beds and opted to sleep on our air mattress.

Willa was excited to be outside so much. Her legs swung back in forth in her stroller, as she waved at strangers and trees alike. There were 9 kids there aged 1 and under (and plenty more older kids too)!

It was nice to get away for a night and enjoy some fresh air, good cooking, and sweet friends.

Friday, May 18, 2007

Found - one couch!


When I was looking for a dog in Baltimore, I had some specific guidelines: midsize brown dog (kind of like looking for a good family car). And I found him at the shelter. My only concern when I first saw him was that he was a little... froo-froo. I didn't want a high maintenance dog who needed his fur to be groomed more often than my hair. In the end, it was a good match.

Jim and I have been on the hunt for a couch. Apparently, my over six foot tall husband isn't comfortable lying on our loveseat. Baby. So, we scouted high and low for a comfortable, durable, and nice looking couch. Not too stuffed, no bird-print fabric. And we ended up with a mid-sized brown couch. And chair. Apparently they're from the same litter and couldn't be separated. Also, when Jim sat in it for the first time he totally had a "please wife, it just followed me home, I'll take care of it, I LOVE it soooo much," look.

We'll be welcoming our newest members of the family when they arrive in a semi from North Carolina.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Couch hunt

Wanted, one comfy couch family to cuddle and play on. We promise not to eat on you, or let the dogs up on you (for at least the first 6 months). Please inquire within.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Shower, firing (not mine), dirt, mother's day, zoo

Who hosts a bridal shower on a Monday evening? Wealthy lesbians who have no kids and the ability to set their own work schedule, apparently. It was nice to see the blushing bride, and the crowd was fun, though largely the mother of the groom's college friends.

Monday was a long day that involved the firing of a co-worker/friend and the announcement that with his departure and the resignation of another co-worker (who's position will be moved to the main office) there are no plans at this time to close our office. This leaves 2 of us here. I might get the offer to work out of my home. I'm not sure that's attractive to me.

I was glad to get home last night. Angie and I went to the backyard where Jim had the sound system that she's borrowing for her Sat. wedding set up. Willa and Jim were sitting on the bench. Willa in a sweet purple smock-dress, wielding a hand shovel. "She's been playing in the dirt the whole time." There was a pot of dirt that I had taken the bean seedlings from. She was turning it over and over and over, grinning.

Sunday was Mother's Day, and it was lovely. See Jim's review here: www.soundguyspeaks.blogspot.com I don't think he mentioned that he made us bread pudding for breakfast. Mmm.... he did a wonderful job of making sure I was honored.

Saturday I was on the East Coast at the Detroit Zoo with Willa, Lisa, MaKenna and my mom. My brother's were working there that evening, so they got some niece time in. A wonderful/tiring day. Some photos:






There's also a great photo of these kids with their grandpa, but it didn't save to my computer. Tune in later this week, dad.

Friday, May 11, 2007

Post 2 for the day: Soooo big

I was hanging my clean clothes in my closet, which is in Willa's room, ...
*sidebar: ugh, this house and lack of closet space! How did a family of 11 fit in here before?*
... and listening to Jim talk with Willa. "Oh, you don't know that one yet. Okay... 'how big is Willa? Sooo big!" I peeked around the doorway. He had her hands in the air (no waving, they both cared a great deal).
Minutes later I joined them and she kept putting her arms up. It seems as though there was a direct coorelation between fingertip height and smile width. She was just so. Darn. Proud.
This morning during our family in bed together time she was like Greta tempted with a treat and running through all of her tricks: tickle, roll, smile, raspberry to mom's tummy, crawl over the dogs, hug the dogs, hug dad, and... arms in the air while blinding us with her smile.
Neat.
Yesterday when we came home for the day, I put her down on the front porch so I could unlock the door. I put our bags down inside and held the door. She put one hand on the door frame, picked up her right foot to step up and into the house. She just walked right in on her own, into her house.
How big is Willa? Soooo big.

From Yesterday's Daycare Report...

"Willa did great with her sippy cup today. Such a big girl!"

"Willa had a blast playing outside."

"Willa loved using the lawnmower."

Jim and I raced to get it out before the other could, and we said at the same time:

"I'm not sure I approve of child labor there."

"Sounds fishy to me."

At any rate, if she's doing their lawn, I'm totally asking for a discount.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Go on, clap your hands.

We were between alarms compliments of the snooze button. Jim and I were both awake, sort of. We heard Willa moving in her crib, deciding to cry or not. My eyes were half open and enjoying the morning sunlight on our bamboo plant framed by the shadows from the frame of the window panes. I was doing the one eye shut, other eye shut trick and watching the plant shift, slightly, back and forth.

Then suddenly we heard the digital music "If You're Happy and You Know It..." play. She must have pressed the palm of her monkey in the crib. This is a relatively new feat. We both woke up fully, laughing. A few minutes later I peeked in on her. Willa was sitting in one corner of her crib turning the pages of the fabric book of jungle animals that my mom made for her.

Later in the car, she was bouncing to the Pretenders and clapping her hands.

Apparently, she is happy, and she knows it.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Sitting quietly

You know when you're with someone you know fairly well, and there's nothing new to talk about, so you sit in comfortable silence? Let's do that together today, okay?

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Shark dentistry and playground fun

For accuracy sake, I'm not sure how shark grow teeth. I know they use many sets in the course of their lifetime, and I guess because of that I imagine that they get them rows at a time. Overnight. I just don't want anyone reading this to get their shark dental information here and think it's factual.

Last night we had a picnic lunch at a park with a playground. It was like the Shangri-la of playgrounds with tons of kids of all sizes and colors playing and their adults milling about, taking photos, laughing.

I like this photo for how the glass dome framed the trees in the background.

Monday, May 07, 2007

From mom to dad in 8 seconds


This weekend was Spring Games from Special Olympics. Willa paced between Jim and I a few times. She's walking with confidence now. Now walking to walk, but walking to get to somewhere - or lately, someone, so she can cling on.
Willa's smack in the middle of stranger anxiety. Strangers are apparently anyone but mom and dad. It's too bad that we have this great little kid who puts on shows for a very limited audience.
This round of teething is probably not going to kill us. Probably not. But's it's been mean. From the feel of the ridges on her gums, she's about to spring forth an entire set of teeth all at once. Like a shark.

Sunday, May 06, 2007

Sunday adventure and gettin' dirty

Not that kind of dirty, you sick-0. Jim hurt his back this weekend at the Spring Games. This left our bike ride and painting project plans on hold. So... this Sunday's adventure was getting one of the flower beds under control. Some new plants, some edging, and mulch...

This photo was taken at 9 pm. I was dirty and tired, and my digging arm was sore, but phew... it feels good. And they said gardening at night never works.


also...




Friday, May 04, 2007

Willful Willa

Our little prodigy is showing she's ahead of the behaviorial curve this week by testing the waters of temper tantrums. Full blown rolling on the floor, kicking the ground and yelling temper tantrums. And we're not supposed to laugh? Oops.
She's mostly upset because she can walk now and doesn't want to be carried. Also, she doesn't want to go to sleep. Ever again.

PS - note: when I use the word "prodigy" I'm totally joking. I don't wish prodiginess on Willa, particularly in the vein of temper tantrums. I just wish normal kidness on her.
I should really stop using the word. This morning it got me in trouble when Isabella's dad introduced himself to me outside of daycare by showing me her sheep art (photocopied outline of a sheep with glued on cotton balls, just like Willa's). I said, "oh, that's quite good. She's a prodigy, eh?" Not finding the humor in that, Isabella's dad turned around and walked away. Ouch.

Thursday, May 03, 2007

More randomness, this time from my head

I don't like modern design. "Smart and clean" lines make me feel cold and uncomfortable.

I learned today that green beans and other dense vegetable may spark in the microwave because of the minerals they contain. Glad to hear our microwave isn't on the fritz.

Grand Rapids festival of the arts needs to expand the art for sale tent. Or, I should look for art on Division Ave. instead.

I'm looking forward to a Detroit zoo trip this summer with Willa and MaKenna.

I was planning to plant hops this year in the backyard. Hops grow 20 feet in a season. Where am I going to get 20 vertical feet to support that? Might just stick with green beans this year for vertical gardening.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

The difficulty of being co-president of Willa... and her quest for sovereignty

Every morning Jim and Willa get together time over breakfast while I shower. I usually emerge from the bathroom listening to her cooing while he agrees with her and rustles a magazine or newspaper. They both eat cereal.

This morning I wrapped a towel around my wet hair, opened the door, looked in the living room mirror and saw a reflection of Willa in her blue dinosaur sleeper walking across the kitchen table. I ran to her yelling, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" And then I turned my head to see Jim near the sink. "And what are YOU doing?!" She looked at both of us and laughed.

There was a moment of tension filled silence. I was wrong to yell at him. He was wrong to let her stand up in her high chair, wriggle out of it, and walk across the table, holding a pen in each hand and heading for the scissors (scissors! I'm pretty sure those are on the top 10 list of mother worries). It's hard being co- anything. Jim's good at not getting upset with me for being weak when I go to console a crying Willa in her crib before bedtime. I need to work on that a little. Okay, a lot. Though, I did not hold him solely responsible for the small wound that appeared on her face while I left them alone Saturday morning.

We shook our heads at the moment and continued on. I brought her into her room to play while I got dressed. She waddled back to the kitchen.

I scooped her up again, asking if she was hoping daddy would let her play with sharp knives and fire.

As she and I went back to her room I heard Jim saying something like, "if mommy can dance on tables...."

He wishes.