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What a Difference a Year Can Make

A year ago, I dressed our six week old little girl in this pair of footie pajamas. Then Hubster and I gave out candy to the four trickortreaters who were allowed to go out on a school night.

This year, I dressed her up as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. And since our camera came back a few days ago (miracles do happen) I actually HAVE a picture to show you.

Death of a Ballerina -Part 12*-

For more installments see the novel index. All posts and pages on this blog are the exclusive property of Citystreams; Copyright 2006-2008; All rights reserved.

Ben Sanders felt ridiculous standing at the Miller’s front door. The flowers that he had picked up for Rose were starting to wilt on top of the hot boxes of pizza. The two liter bottle of Coke was starting to slip from his hand right. Two DVD’s were balancing between the flowers and the pizza boxes. He considered ringing the doorbell a second time, but decided that it would be rude. As he shifted the soft drink to his other hand under the boxes of pizza, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching the door.

Megan threw the door open and smiled at him. “You got me flowers? Oh how sweet Benny Boo!” In one fluid motion she had the flowers in her hands and her nose buried in them. With an impish grin, she then turned to hold the door wide for him. “Come into the kitchen and I’ll put them in some water.”

Ben hesitated, his eyes on the flowers. Megan looked up at him with wide eyes. “Is something wrong?”
He gritted his teeth and shook his head, before pushing past her into the kitchen. His fingers were burning under the hot pizza. When he entered the kitchen, Rose was finishing up a load of dishes. She looked up as he set the pizza down and her smile melted the irritation out of his face. He grinned back at her feeling every bit of seventeen himself.

As Megan searched the kitchen for a vase, Ben and Rose set the table together. A few minutes later, Megan bounded upstairs with the flowers so that she could put them in her room.

“Don’t mind her.” Rose sat down at the table. “She and I both know that the flowers were meant for me.” She tilted her head and sent a teasing grin towards Ben who was pouring a glass of soda.

“Probably should have bought two bouquets. But I didn’t think about it,” muttered Ben.

“Nonsense. They’re perfect. And she’s just testing you.” Rose reached for a slice of pizza. “Of all the kids, she had the hardest time when her dad and I split up.” Rose picked at an uneven piece of the pizza crust. “When he died a month later, she was hysterical. Her older sister was a senior in high school at the time and …” Rose paused to listen for Megan’s footsteps but heard nothing. She lowered her voice to a whisper.

“Evelyn and I kept a constant watch on her. For a long time we were afraid she would try to hurt herself. I don’t know how I would have made it through that year without Evie.”

Ben wasn’t sure if she was referring to her sister Evelyn or the daughter who shared her name. He was about to ask her to clarify when the stairs began to creak as Megan came bounding back down. Ben swallowed the questions that had been building over the last few months. Rose had only divulged little snippets of her life, never going into great detail about her history. She would change the subject whenever she felt vulnerable. Now, as Megan reappeared in the kitchen, Rose began to read aloud from the DVD jackets. Both movies were new releases and she wanted Megan to choose which one they would watch.

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Ben and Rose were sitting on the couch holding hands, while Megan stretched out on the smaller sofa. She had chosen a horror movie, which surprised Rose. Megan was usually drawn to romantic comedies. For the first thirty minutes of the movie, Ben and Rose had made faces behind Megan’s back. While she had been utterly engrossed, the older couple had rolled their eyes. Rose feigned terror a few times. Eventually, however, all of them were glued to the T.V.

As the suspense mounted, Megan felt compelled to shout warnings to the heroine. “Watch out! He’s right behind you!” She leaned forward clasping her hands together. Rose and Ben leaned forward too. “He’s going to kill her! He’s really going to kill her! I can’t watch!” Rose covered her face with her hands but she peeked through her fingers.

A blood-curdling scream rose from the back of the house. Megan and Rose turned to stare at each other. “Grandma.” Megan had barely mouthed the word when the lights flickered off. The house went dark and eerily silent.

Rockin’ Observation

On Tuesday I had a scheduled observation first thing in the morning. Now normally I wouldn’t brag about myself, but I seem to have conveyed that I’m a slacker and my job is in jeopardy. So let me set the record straght. On my evaluation, I received an A+. Several of the other teachers who were observed told me that our observer was really strict and that they received low scores. But she marked me really high in every category except for classroom discussion. And since the class was at 7:35 in the morning, she didn’t even seem worried about that issue at all. The kids were working on a project, so there wasn’t a lot of time left for classroom discussion and they were a little shy in front of our visitor. So anyway, even though I’ve had to take some time off this month because Bridoodle has been a sponge for diseases, I’m not in danger of losing my job. (Knock on wood.) I should even get a raise in February. Keep your fingers crossed for me.

Blissful Moments

Our Brimeister turned one about six weeks ago and I am loving this new world of toddlerhood. It’s so much fun to watch her explore her surroundings.

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At the grocery store, she’s intrigued by all of the people and objects on display. She leans out of the cart trying to reach cans of soup and boxes of cereal. I have to be careful about where I stack items in the cart because if she can reach behind her and grab something then she’ll throw it out. While I push the buggy she swings her legs and her feet gently bump into my knees. It’s precious.

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She loves to crawl around the house exploring. There’s always a disaster in her wake as she pulls the books and DVD’s off of our shelves. She pulled the printer down on top of herself once! She loves to open cabinets and drawers. In her room she’ll open her bottom drawer and pull out all of the clothes.

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Walking around the room has become a pretty common occurrence, although she still likes to hold onto something. She isn’t walking in the middle of the room yet. She loves to stand under the TV and press the buttons along the bottom. It seems that she has a knack for changing the channel in the middle of whatever we’re watching. Remote controls are one of her favorite toys too (but we take the batteries out while we’re watching TV). We keep the light switch remote for our bedroom on my nightstand and she can crawl over, stand up and grab it. Then she turns on the fan and makes the lights blink on and off.

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Her favorite words are “Mama”, “Dada” and “Nana”. She also likes to say “No No” and a variety of nonsense words like “Doy doy” (rhymes with toy) and “Guh guh.” She says “Dada” ALL the time, but I’ve learned how to use this to my advantage.

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Me: Who do you want to change your diaper Bri?

Hubs: Say Mama.

Me: Say Dada.

Hubs: Say Mama.

Bri: Dada!

Me: Hee hee, she called for you again! (smirk)

Hubs: Yay.

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Death of a Ballerina -Polling Adventure-

We interrupt our regularly scheduled installment … because… well, because I’ve had a really busy weekend.

Yesterday, we had family portraits made (which was a disaster, thanks for asking, but the pictures turned out pretty cute anyway) and then we went out for lunch and then we came home for Bri’s nap before heading out to the fair where we wasted a lot of money and then Bridoodle got to have her first taste of cotton candy. Whew!

Then today we went to the 8:30 service followed by Sunday School and lunch with friends. Then we cleaned house like mad, did the laundry, ran out for groceries and made dinner for our neighbors who live down the street.

All of this is to say that I haven’t written this week’s installment … yet. And I’m tired. So I’m going to rest and write it later. But I was wondering, since you’re already here … who do you want to hear from now? I have story lines for each of the characters below, but I can’t decide which one to go with. After you vote, leave me a comment letting me know why you chose that person or what you think should happen next.

Political Dyslexia

I was driving behind a democrat today. Or else someone stuck an Obama/Biden sticker on the back of her car and she hasn’t noticed it yet. Maybe she was looking for a place to pull over and remove it. Anway, I digress.

You know how people in Hollywood are all about shortening names nowadays? I suddenly realized that Obama Biden sounds a lot like the shortened version of Osama bin Laden. Interesting.

The thing is …

I have a few tidbits today that have a common theme. Each includes my favorite phrase … “the thing is …” If you’ve talked to me recently, then you probably heard me use this wonderful phrase. I’ve used it a lot lately. Here we go …

1. We’ve been planning a family photo op for about a month. Our Nikon Coolpix 260 stopped working six weeks ago. I sent it in for repairs and it’s still awaiting some mysterious part. Grrr. Anyway, a couple of weeks ago, we scheduled an appointment for a professional photo session for this coming weekend. The thing is … Bridoodle has gone into intensive toddler mode. She keeps banging her face into fences and tile floors. Poor thing. So we’re hoping that the bruises heal before this weekend. Otherwise, I suppose, we’ll be rescheduling our photo shoot.

2. At school we’re having the last … oh yes, thank the Lord … the LAST pep rally for the fall … this Friday. Some of the teachers thought it would be funny to dress up like the dancing team and perform. And somehow I got suckered into the mix. The thing is … I’m really out of shape. So I’m pretty sore. But no one laughed at my performance at practice, so I felt pretty good about things.

3. I don’t really have much else to add. But the thing is .. I like to have at least three bullet points whenever I make a list. So there ya go.

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