Friday, June 17, 2011

June 17, 2011

Seems fitting that with Father's Day this weekend, I share some various pieces of advice/sayings/theories from my own father.

1) "If it were up your nose you'd know it."
This was the typical response to "I can't find my ." I think it was my dad's version of "not my problem" or "figure it out". I actually struggle with this with my own kids. They come whining to me about something and really I just want the whining to stop so I try to help them, but then the next time, cue the whining. I really need to just start using this phrase more.

2) "Never lie. Unless it's really important."
I remember this advice very specifically. I was 7 years old and it was a weekend in early summer and I was sitting on the porch with my dad, just the two of us. It was a breezy day and my hair was in 2 ponytails. My father was in the phase where he was wearing running shorts OVER sweatpants, which he had decided was both stylish and functional since the shorts held up the sweatpants. For all the detail I remember, I don't recall how we got onto the subject of lying. But I remember the conversation that started with these words.

Dad: Never lie. Unless it's really important.
Me: I don't lie.
Dad: Good. Because some day you are going to need to lie, and when you do, you'll need people to believe you. If you have never lied before, they will.
Me: Are you going to lie to me?
Dad: I will if it's really important.
Me: ok

3) Number 1 rule of driving - stay out of the way of trucks
The lesson here was two-fold. First, on the highway, big trucks are large and less nimble than cars. The lesson was to be polite and not make them move around unnecessarily. Second, on the back roads, look out for pick-up trucks and don't irritate them. I think this was more of a "the truck is bigger than you and you will lose" type of lesson, but I didn't really question it.

4) "The winner wants the ball."
We were watching the movie Hoosiers (SUCH a great movie!). I must have been 12 or 13. I made some comment near the end of the movie, during the big game, that if I was on the team, I would so not want them passing the ball to me and I felt bad for the player who ended up with it. Dad just turned his head to me and said firmly "The winner wants the ball." Then he turned back to the movie. Conversation over. Interestingly enough, I think years later this was an actual line in a football movie - perhaps The Replacements?

5) "What about it?"
This one was a staple in the dad go-to responses. Here would be just one example of how it would work:

Dad: Go outside and play.
Me: But what about dessert?
Dad: What about it?
Me: Can I have dessert before I go outside and play?
Dad: It's "May I" and why didn't you just say that first. Don't make me think of your arguments for you.

6) "Consensus breeds mediocrity."
So here's the theory - the more people you have making a decision, the less likely you are to truly mess anything up. The side effect is that you are also materially less likely to produce anything really spectacular. I actually hesitated as to including it in today's list because I'm not totally sure I agree with it. I would say the majority of the time, it's right-on. But when you have a high-performance team (like ours!) and have open-minded players (like us!), I think it is possible to create a sum greater than the parts.

Related frequently used variations:
Never up, never in. (Apparently this is some sort of golf reference? Something about putting and not leaving it short?).
No risk, no reward.
Always bet on yourself.
If your friends jumped off a bridge…
Who cares what I think, what do YOU think?
Why are you asking me - it's not my life.

7) "You just worry about you."
General response to tattling or to asking my mother why she got to eat in the living room was dad breaking in with this gem.

8) Play until someone cries.
This wasn't a quote, it was just a rule. I have two sisters; they are 2 and 4 years younger than I am. My dad would always be happy to play with us, until someone cried. I think our record was 2 whole minutes. When the crying began, he would stand up, put his glasses back on, and leave the room.

9) "Yeah well, life isn't fair."
Another staple. I would guess that about 90% of complaints were met with this one. I should really use this one more too.

10) "Don't ever play poker for money."
This was not generic advice, this was very specific advice meant for me personally. My dad had knee surgery when I was 16 and spent a week or so on the couch. I played chess with him and beat him for the first time ever, which was the last time I ever played chess. I played poker with him and lost terribly. When it was over he said, "I thought I was the worst poker player I knew, but you're worse. Don't ever play poker for money."

So there's a little insight into my upbringing for you on this Friday afternoon. Perhaps it explains a little bit about me. Or perhaps you are just thinking I should have put the word "random" in all caps today. In either case, happy Friday and have a great weekend!

Sunday, June 12, 2011

June 12, 2011

June 11, 2011

Last night when Jocelyn and I were leaving the recital rehearsal, we were a few steps behind her teacher (Miss Amy). Jocelyn was practically exploding telling me how much she loved ballet.

Jocelyn: I love ballet SO MUCH!
Miss Amy (turning her head around): I'm so glad
Jocelyn: I love it so so so SO much!
Miss Amy (smiling and choking back a giggle): yes, you mentioned that
Jocelyn: I want to do it forever!
Miss Amy: that will be great!
Me (loud whisper to Miss Amy): she loves EVERYTHING

She really does. She loves EVERYTHING. Mom and Elisabeth and Reese and I dropped her off at ballet today at 11:45 and went to kill about an hour before the show started. We went over to Burlington Coat Factory so I could get Jocelyn some new dresses. "Is there a certain kind she likes?" my mom asked. "Nope, she likes everything," I replied. So I grabbed 6 dresses, knowing she'd find a favorite but they'd all get worn.

She looked very happy on stage and did a great job. Then she was back stage until the end of the show and turns out she loved that too (some of the older girls played simon says with them, and they colored and got stickers). Then we picked her up and Grandma gave her flowers, which she loved. When we got home she got more flowers and to show everyone her costume and to give us a fashion show with her new dresses and see baby Reese - love, love, love, love.

For how much I spoil these kids, they still seem so happy about everything. I love it :)

Sunday, June 5, 2011

June 5, 2011

me: wow, even your eyebrows are going gray
Josh: yeah all of me is going gray
me: funny, my dad didn't go gray until he was in his 50s
Josh: he didn't stay home with 4 kids

Saturday, June 4, 2011

June 4, 2011

We watched home movies from 2001 this morning. We knew what we were looking for - Timothy's third birthday. On the way to it we saw him taking our Burger King order and doing karate in his underwear in front of the over (using it as a mirror). But we were really looking for his birthday. The one where he sang Happy Birthday Butt and ate his soda with a spoon (blowing on it first of course) and spit on the cake because he was blowing so hard. It was also the one where I asked him if he'd still love me when he was 13, and still let me tuck him in, and he promised he would. And then he gave me kisses and hugs. I was holding him at the time.

Fast forward 10 years. I can't pick him up any more, and looking at the picture of the two of us together today, I think he's finally taller than I am. He wears deodorant and men's clothing and his feet are bigger than mine. But if I squint real hard, not that much has changed. He still gets pretty excited about cake and presents, he's still a good kid,he still thinks the word "butt" is funny, and he still says he loves me and gives me hugs.

I cried when I watched the videos, emotional over the little man that's all grown up. But I'm proud of what he is now and I look forward to what he'll become.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

May 29, 2011

I wore a gawd-awful dress with huge puffy sleeves and a long train with lace and beading.  I got it off the clearance rack for $200.  My hair was badly perm'd and my eye brows touched each other in the middle and my cheek bones on each side.

Josh had a clean shaven face and his shoulder length hair pulled back into a gel-slicked pony tail.

Katie had to shoo the cat off the tables because he was hopping from table to table eating (or at least licking?) the cheese platters.

Everyone looks so young in the pictures, especially me and Josh.  I was 9 years older than Timothy is now.  Elisabeth was barely 18.

I think of that day often, and the night before playing 3-man in the Boxborough Host Hotel when the police had to come because a neighbor complained that we were rolling the dice too loud.  Groomsman Tim answered the door because, well, I was in no condition.

Not-yet-Uncle Jeff, in his dress clothes, shoveled ice from the hotel container into a kiddie pool in the back of my mom's truck and drove it back to Cobleigh Rd, forever sealing his place in my heart.  Upon arriving home he placed the pool next to my sister's awesome sign: "The Brew Lagoon" and started unpacking the beer.

My mom made the cake ahead and time and Aunt Mary Beth arrived a day early to decorate it.  Then they decorated the arch with lilacs donated from 2 states worth of friends and family.

I sat with my sisters and my friend Kerrie on the front steps and made bouquets from loose flowers purchased at Idylwilde.  We purchased boutonnieres but I forgot about them and found them in the fridge the next day.

My grandmother loaned me her pearl necklace and earrings for my "something borrowed."  Last April, before she died, they became no longer borrowed.

My grandfather had died 4 years earlier.  I tied his military tag to my blue garter, which later became the something borrowed/blue for my sisters.

The JP was very old and we weren't sure he'd make it through the ceremony.

Mandy sang an original song during the ceremony that I still hum to myself when I think of the day.

After we said "I do", the guests on the end seats released helium balloons with our wedding announcements tied to them.  The balloons promptly flew into the trees and got stuck for several years.

My mom got a dance floor on loan from the hotel and we ruined the grass in front of the porch, where the tape player and speakers were turned out to face it.  I had invited my friend Sam only the day before and he happened to bring some mix tapes.

The kid down the street video taped the day and then edited it after school in the AV room at the high school.

The day was perfect.

We didn't know what we were in for then.  We didn't know we'd become experts at cleaning puke off any given surface at 2am.  We didn't know we'd have screaming matches and throw things at each other across the house.  We didn't know we'd agree that 7:30pm is the perfect bedtime until age 12, that our kids really don't contribute enough to get an allowance, or that maintaining a clean car is simply not worth it.

We didn't know we'd raise a child with autism, and that merely saying the phrase "Morgan has autism" would take years of practice before we could even do it out loud.  We didn't know that after 2 kids and in the middle of trying for a 3rd, I'd lose my job just as a daytime gambling habit had max'd out our many credit cards.  We didn't know we'd both gain and lose so much weight over and over.

We didn't know that we would sit on the couch together and watch a baby fall asleep nursing.  We didn't know that we would cry at preschool graduations and school concerts.  We didn't know that we'd learn to cherish sleeping in until 8am, uninterrupted by little fingers poking us in the eyes, because we didn't know those days would be so rare.  

We thought we knew we'd love each other forever, but we didn't really.  I think it was enough that we knew we wanted to.

We didn't know any of those things.  We were young and stupid and happy, and now we're old and stupid and happy.

And still now, we don't know much more.  We know the past, but we have no idea what will happen next or how we will deal with it.  

Today we know the one exact thing that we knew 15 years ago - that whatever to come, whatever to happen, whatever life brings - we face it together.

And that we love each other today.

And that that's enough.