Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Look Out, Cats!
One morning, in the midst of picking up the kitchen, I glanced over toward where Zachy was standing, near the cat bowl. In his hand was a small colored pencil, about the size of a golf pencil. I watched him for a moment as he looked at the pencil, then at Peter, who happened to be walking away, and then back at the pencil, and at Peter again. In an instant I watched Zachy's face light up and he took a step in the direction of Peter, who was now on the other side of the dining room table, facing Zach and looking terrified. I quickly stepped in, "Zachary, don't you dare put that pencil anywhere near Peter's bum!" "But Mama", Zachy retorted, "I asked Peter and he said he wanted to try it!" "Zachary, Peter does not know what he is talking about, step away from the cat and give me the pencil." His "AWWWWW!!" let me know that I have to be very careful about leaving any narrow objects within Zachary's reach from now on. He had a great idea, and now he just has to wait until Mama is out of the room long enough to execute. Watch out, cats. There's a little boy on the prowl, and he wants to play with you!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Guest Blogger - In Defense of Bumblebees
This is my first "guest blogger" post. My dad writes a monthly column about running for our local papers - Runners Corner - which can be found here. All of his articles are great, but this one has such a great message, that I thought it was important for my kids to see it again when they are older and can really understand it. So, I asked his permission to post it here, so that it will ultimately be published in our yearly bound copy of the blog, and the kids will have it forever.
Runners Corner - In Defense of Bumblebees
By: Tom Licciardello (aka Poppy)
Runners Corner - In Defense of Bumblebees
By: Tom Licciardello (aka Poppy)
Scientific research and anthropological data leads us to the incontrovertible conclusion that we were born to run. There’s even a bestselling book: “Born to Run,” that was written on that premise. Other creatures were born to fly.
Let’s take a look at the two amazing examples of flight-talented creatures — the bumblebee and the Peregrine Falcon.
The falcon has extraordinary musculature and wings that are designed with the aerodynamics that would allow it to soar at extreme altitudes — 55-MPH or screamingly fast dives over 200-MPH as it pursues its prey.
No other creature has a chance of outrunning these gifted aerialists. Even when this graceful creature has landed, one look is all you need to know that this bird was built for speed.
Then, there is the bumblebee.
Looking more like a miniature bowling ball with absurdly tiny wings, one look is all you need to know that this creature couldn’t possibly fly. So mysterious is its design, that NASA invested millions of dollars to thoroughly research the design and calculate how its flight is possible. The result of this exhaustive study concluded that, in fact, it couldn’t fly. Maybe science doesn’t have all the answers.
What science can’t measure is that determined, focused effort that can make possible what experts proclaim impossible.
Perhaps the bee’s design precludes soaring like the genetically gifted Peregrine, but my guess is that it just loves to fly. When it comes to running, I think I might be more like a bumblebee.
I’d like to think that buried deep inside me is a falcon. With enough training, perhaps it could emerge and help me soar.
So far, hard training has occasionally made me sore, but I still just love to run.
The truth of the matter is that most of us are closer to the bumblebee side of the running scale than the falcon side.
The top 1 percent are the genetically gifted runners, who stand upon the award podium of major races wearing the laurel wreath looking none the worse for wear after running at what seems to be a superhuman pace.
Even while standing there, they look fast. But, alas, we can’t all be falcons. If you think about it, we bumblebee types are pretty lucky. The 1-percenters are expected to run amazing times, and when they do, we’re not amazed that they did it.
On the other hand, we’re expected to be mediocre. But we don’t have to be. We can do spectacular things that will make the experts scratch their heads in disbelief.
If we have the audacity to believe we can do what others believe impossible, and are willing to do the work, average athletes can do amazing things.
Stand at the finish line of any road race or triathlon. Watch the winners as they cross the line, and you’ll see satisfaction in their faces knowing that they conquered the competition.
Stay at the finish line a bit longer for the middle and back of the pack finishers, and you won’t see disappointment. You’ll see joyous faces knowing that have conquered their own personal challenges.
Some have tears of joy, because they accomplished what many tried to convince them would be impossible — getting to the finish line. It might not have been a first place finish, perhaps, but a win nonetheless.
Most of us will perform somewhere behind our falcon friends, but we have the capacity to do more than logic would dictate possible, perhaps even more than we think possible.
The key to success lies in the willingness to believe in ourselves, not listen to those who would discourage us from trying, and to respect the task with honest effort and determination.
For those of us who have toed the line at a race, we understand the anxiety at the start, and the exhilaration at the finish. We can’t all be superstars, but we can all be stars.
I find it interesting looking back 31 years to when my running club first started. Our original colors were gold and black, and our uniforms were distinctive enough that any of our members could be easily picked out of a pack in a crowded race field. We were commonly teased as the bumblebee club.
Well, maybe we still are the bumblebees, and we still just love to run. If someone tries to tell you that you can’t be a runner tell them to buzz-off.
Tom Licciardello is a founding member of the Merrimack Valley Striders. Licciardello has participated in 34 Boston’s and 87 marathons. He has also completed the Hawaii Ironman triathlon. Professionally, he is a Certified Financial Planner and resides in North Andover with his wife, Lyn. He may be reached at tomlicc@verizon.net.
Let’s take a look at the two amazing examples of flight-talented creatures — the bumblebee and the Peregrine Falcon.
The falcon has extraordinary musculature and wings that are designed with the aerodynamics that would allow it to soar at extreme altitudes — 55-MPH or screamingly fast dives over 200-MPH as it pursues its prey.
No other creature has a chance of outrunning these gifted aerialists. Even when this graceful creature has landed, one look is all you need to know that this bird was built for speed.
Then, there is the bumblebee.
Looking more like a miniature bowling ball with absurdly tiny wings, one look is all you need to know that this creature couldn’t possibly fly. So mysterious is its design, that NASA invested millions of dollars to thoroughly research the design and calculate how its flight is possible. The result of this exhaustive study concluded that, in fact, it couldn’t fly. Maybe science doesn’t have all the answers.
What science can’t measure is that determined, focused effort that can make possible what experts proclaim impossible.
Perhaps the bee’s design precludes soaring like the genetically gifted Peregrine, but my guess is that it just loves to fly. When it comes to running, I think I might be more like a bumblebee.
I’d like to think that buried deep inside me is a falcon. With enough training, perhaps it could emerge and help me soar.
So far, hard training has occasionally made me sore, but I still just love to run.
The truth of the matter is that most of us are closer to the bumblebee side of the running scale than the falcon side.
The top 1 percent are the genetically gifted runners, who stand upon the award podium of major races wearing the laurel wreath looking none the worse for wear after running at what seems to be a superhuman pace.
Even while standing there, they look fast. But, alas, we can’t all be falcons. If you think about it, we bumblebee types are pretty lucky. The 1-percenters are expected to run amazing times, and when they do, we’re not amazed that they did it.
On the other hand, we’re expected to be mediocre. But we don’t have to be. We can do spectacular things that will make the experts scratch their heads in disbelief.
If we have the audacity to believe we can do what others believe impossible, and are willing to do the work, average athletes can do amazing things.
Stand at the finish line of any road race or triathlon. Watch the winners as they cross the line, and you’ll see satisfaction in their faces knowing that they conquered the competition.
Stay at the finish line a bit longer for the middle and back of the pack finishers, and you won’t see disappointment. You’ll see joyous faces knowing that have conquered their own personal challenges.
Some have tears of joy, because they accomplished what many tried to convince them would be impossible — getting to the finish line. It might not have been a first place finish, perhaps, but a win nonetheless.
Most of us will perform somewhere behind our falcon friends, but we have the capacity to do more than logic would dictate possible, perhaps even more than we think possible.
The key to success lies in the willingness to believe in ourselves, not listen to those who would discourage us from trying, and to respect the task with honest effort and determination.
For those of us who have toed the line at a race, we understand the anxiety at the start, and the exhilaration at the finish. We can’t all be superstars, but we can all be stars.
I find it interesting looking back 31 years to when my running club first started. Our original colors were gold and black, and our uniforms were distinctive enough that any of our members could be easily picked out of a pack in a crowded race field. We were commonly teased as the bumblebee club.
Well, maybe we still are the bumblebees, and we still just love to run. If someone tries to tell you that you can’t be a runner tell them to buzz-off.
Tom Licciardello is a founding member of the Merrimack Valley Striders. Licciardello has participated in 34 Boston’s and 87 marathons. He has also completed the Hawaii Ironman triathlon. Professionally, he is a Certified Financial Planner and resides in North Andover with his wife, Lyn. He may be reached at tomlicc@verizon.net.
Trying To Be Holistic in a Mainstream World
I could probably make my official motto - "The easy way is not always the right way." It certainly seems to be my theme on a daily basis when I am faced with a choice - do I do the easy thing, or the right thing? Those easy things are always dangling in my face, and they're tempting because they're so...well...easy! But if I've learned one thing on my journey towards a more holistic lifestyle it's that the right way is almost always the harder way, but in the end, for my family at least, it tends to be the better way.
This week's lesson comes in the form of a sick toddler. Over the weekend Zachary came down with a cold. It didn't start off bad - just your typical runny nose - but on Sunday he was down and out, running a low grade temp and just feeling all around cruddy. Having a cold in this house is not unusual - with one kid in daycare, the other in preschool, and a Daddy who makes a daily trip to Boston each day, we are certainly exposed to our fair share of germs. Easy colds get treated homeopathically, with an elderberry chaser, tougher colds (or colds that crop up just days before vacation or something else fun) require "more serious" intervention with a trip to our chiropractor, Annie. It was clear by Sunday evening that a trip to Annie was in order. So, on Monday morning I consulted with her to see when we could come in. Zachary was actually seeming better, but I wanted him adjusted asap anyway. So we went in to see her around 2pm. He had a great adjustment, and we were on our way. About a two hours later Zach's eye started running with thick discharge. Anytime a mom sees that we automatically assume it's conjunctivitis (pink eye), which I did, although I also considered that the adjustment he just had may have released his sinuses, and that they were simply draining. Zach had a bath and went to bed early. I knew my Tuesday would be cancelled, because if he woke up with goopy eyes we were not going to daycare.
On Tuesday morning, he did in fact wake up with a goopy eye, though not nearly as goopy as I expected. I cleaned it off, and watched him for the next two hours. No goop. He reported that his eye felt "blinky" so I called for an appointment with the pediatrician anyway.
We saw the NP at 11am, and without even touching him she told me she was sure it was conjunctivitis, and also declared that he had a horrible left ear infection. Without allowing any discussion about our course of treatment she prescribed an oral antibiotic. I am not against antibiotics, but they are hard on the system, and I truly believe that we all have only a limited number of times that we can take antibiotics before our system rejects them. I am already unable to take amoxicillin, and it concerns me. After we left I took a good look at my son. He looked good. Yes, his eye was a bit irritated looking, but nearly as bad as the night before. He had no fever, and he said his ear felt fine. So, I called my team - Mom and Annie. Mom agreed that I should hold off on oral antibiotics for now and see how he progressed, but we both wished that she had given me the eye ointment for his eye - just because we've seen conjunctivitis get really bad, really fast, and I hate playing with fire. Annie came over to see him around 4 and agreed that his eye looked irritated. She liked the homeopathic remedies I was giving him, and agreed that they were probably helping. She also suggested an herbal compress, and even went to the store to buy me the herbal tincture to make them! She adjusted him again, and agreed with my watch and wait plan.
Feeling like I had a good case, I called the doctor and asked for the eye ointment, stating that I just didn't feel like his symptoms warrented oral antibiotics in this case. My doctor refused. Sigh. I know he couldn't go against the advice of the NP without seeing Zach himself, but I was disappointed with the answer.
By last night he was happy as a clam. His eye was looking better and better, his cold symptoms were improving, and still no complaints about his ear. He had another bath, and went to bed, but I was still anxious. A conjunctivitis diagnosis, and nothing "mainstream" to treat it meant that he could not go to daycare the next day, no matter how good he looked or felt. I decided that in the morning I would have to bring him back to the office to prove he was better, and request the eye ointment in person.
After a great night sleep, Wednesday morning presented me with a happy baby boy. No eye goop at all, no complaints about the ear, and just a slightly stuffy nose. We did another herbal compress, more homeopathic remedy, and off to take Lexi to school. After dropping her off I drove aimlessly not really knowing what to do with him. He was so happy, and feeling so good, but I knew I could not bring him to daycare. So, I put in two calls to the nurse to see if I could get some ointment. She was busy during both calls, and by the time I went to call again I looked at my baby and thought, "Why??" His eye is fine. He feels fine, he's resting well, playing well, why should I torture him with ointment just so he can go back to daycare sooner. So, after a few hours at the office, we just came home for a nap. He is napping while I'm writing.
I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I am treating my son in the best way for him. But if I went back to Monday, and just picked up the antibiotics and started him on them, he would be back in daycare, and I would be at work. It would have saved a lot of time and anxiety trying to figure out the best remedy, calling the doctor's office, calling Annie, calling my mom. But frankly, he very well could have been worse off. There are several studies that show that antibiotics treat ear infections no better than leaving them alone. I'm not leaving it alone. In my opinion, I'm treating it aggressively, but to the system I'm ignoring my doctor's advice and questioning their expertise. And for a rule follower, that's a hard cross to bear.
It's not an easy road to travel when you make a choice to live a more holistic lifestyle. Even when my own evidence is in front of me - the kids are sick less often, they get better faster, we hardly ever "share" illnesses, and there are no side effects to our remedies - it's still hard to have to constantly explain myself, question myself, and deal with the looks I get. And I know I'm one of the lucky ones. My mom, a nurse, supports me 110%, and brainstorms with me anytime I need her to, always at the ready to come over and see what I'm seeing and offer an opinion. Annie, my friend, my chiropractor, my mentor, among other things, is so generous with her time, her expertise, and her love. And Ahren, who I'm sure often wishes I would just listen to the pediatrician and stop worrying about everything, still supports every decision I make, and always lets me know that he knows I am doing the best thing for our family. I'm lucky, but it's still hard. I hope that when Lexi and Zachary have children of their own my "alternative" lifestyle will be mainstream, and they won't have to struggle with it as much as I have. But until then I will keep doing thing "the hard way" because, quite frankly, they are worth it.
This week's lesson comes in the form of a sick toddler. Over the weekend Zachary came down with a cold. It didn't start off bad - just your typical runny nose - but on Sunday he was down and out, running a low grade temp and just feeling all around cruddy. Having a cold in this house is not unusual - with one kid in daycare, the other in preschool, and a Daddy who makes a daily trip to Boston each day, we are certainly exposed to our fair share of germs. Easy colds get treated homeopathically, with an elderberry chaser, tougher colds (or colds that crop up just days before vacation or something else fun) require "more serious" intervention with a trip to our chiropractor, Annie. It was clear by Sunday evening that a trip to Annie was in order. So, on Monday morning I consulted with her to see when we could come in. Zachary was actually seeming better, but I wanted him adjusted asap anyway. So we went in to see her around 2pm. He had a great adjustment, and we were on our way. About a two hours later Zach's eye started running with thick discharge. Anytime a mom sees that we automatically assume it's conjunctivitis (pink eye), which I did, although I also considered that the adjustment he just had may have released his sinuses, and that they were simply draining. Zach had a bath and went to bed early. I knew my Tuesday would be cancelled, because if he woke up with goopy eyes we were not going to daycare.
On Tuesday morning, he did in fact wake up with a goopy eye, though not nearly as goopy as I expected. I cleaned it off, and watched him for the next two hours. No goop. He reported that his eye felt "blinky" so I called for an appointment with the pediatrician anyway.
We saw the NP at 11am, and without even touching him she told me she was sure it was conjunctivitis, and also declared that he had a horrible left ear infection. Without allowing any discussion about our course of treatment she prescribed an oral antibiotic. I am not against antibiotics, but they are hard on the system, and I truly believe that we all have only a limited number of times that we can take antibiotics before our system rejects them. I am already unable to take amoxicillin, and it concerns me. After we left I took a good look at my son. He looked good. Yes, his eye was a bit irritated looking, but nearly as bad as the night before. He had no fever, and he said his ear felt fine. So, I called my team - Mom and Annie. Mom agreed that I should hold off on oral antibiotics for now and see how he progressed, but we both wished that she had given me the eye ointment for his eye - just because we've seen conjunctivitis get really bad, really fast, and I hate playing with fire. Annie came over to see him around 4 and agreed that his eye looked irritated. She liked the homeopathic remedies I was giving him, and agreed that they were probably helping. She also suggested an herbal compress, and even went to the store to buy me the herbal tincture to make them! She adjusted him again, and agreed with my watch and wait plan.
Feeling like I had a good case, I called the doctor and asked for the eye ointment, stating that I just didn't feel like his symptoms warrented oral antibiotics in this case. My doctor refused. Sigh. I know he couldn't go against the advice of the NP without seeing Zach himself, but I was disappointed with the answer.
By last night he was happy as a clam. His eye was looking better and better, his cold symptoms were improving, and still no complaints about his ear. He had another bath, and went to bed, but I was still anxious. A conjunctivitis diagnosis, and nothing "mainstream" to treat it meant that he could not go to daycare the next day, no matter how good he looked or felt. I decided that in the morning I would have to bring him back to the office to prove he was better, and request the eye ointment in person.
After a great night sleep, Wednesday morning presented me with a happy baby boy. No eye goop at all, no complaints about the ear, and just a slightly stuffy nose. We did another herbal compress, more homeopathic remedy, and off to take Lexi to school. After dropping her off I drove aimlessly not really knowing what to do with him. He was so happy, and feeling so good, but I knew I could not bring him to daycare. So, I put in two calls to the nurse to see if I could get some ointment. She was busy during both calls, and by the time I went to call again I looked at my baby and thought, "Why??" His eye is fine. He feels fine, he's resting well, playing well, why should I torture him with ointment just so he can go back to daycare sooner. So, after a few hours at the office, we just came home for a nap. He is napping while I'm writing.
I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I am treating my son in the best way for him. But if I went back to Monday, and just picked up the antibiotics and started him on them, he would be back in daycare, and I would be at work. It would have saved a lot of time and anxiety trying to figure out the best remedy, calling the doctor's office, calling Annie, calling my mom. But frankly, he very well could have been worse off. There are several studies that show that antibiotics treat ear infections no better than leaving them alone. I'm not leaving it alone. In my opinion, I'm treating it aggressively, but to the system I'm ignoring my doctor's advice and questioning their expertise. And for a rule follower, that's a hard cross to bear.
It's not an easy road to travel when you make a choice to live a more holistic lifestyle. Even when my own evidence is in front of me - the kids are sick less often, they get better faster, we hardly ever "share" illnesses, and there are no side effects to our remedies - it's still hard to have to constantly explain myself, question myself, and deal with the looks I get. And I know I'm one of the lucky ones. My mom, a nurse, supports me 110%, and brainstorms with me anytime I need her to, always at the ready to come over and see what I'm seeing and offer an opinion. Annie, my friend, my chiropractor, my mentor, among other things, is so generous with her time, her expertise, and her love. And Ahren, who I'm sure often wishes I would just listen to the pediatrician and stop worrying about everything, still supports every decision I make, and always lets me know that he knows I am doing the best thing for our family. I'm lucky, but it's still hard. I hope that when Lexi and Zachary have children of their own my "alternative" lifestyle will be mainstream, and they won't have to struggle with it as much as I have. But until then I will keep doing thing "the hard way" because, quite frankly, they are worth it.
Monday, March 28, 2011
March Accomplishments
Yesterday Lexi walked in and handed me a picture, with the following written on the back. If you look carefully I think you'll be able to tell what it says. If not, I wrote it below in light lettering so that you can highlight it to read it.
Not bad for a 5 1/2 year old!!
And not to be outdone by his sister's accomplishments - Zachary received a ribbon today for completing the winter session of gymnastics. We'll be back for the spring session, and then we'll take the summer off while we think about a new activity for the fall. Good job, Zachy!!
I'm a very proud Mama.
Twinkle Twinkle
Little Star How I
wonder what you
are up above the
world so high
like a diamond
in the sky
Mom Love Lexi
Not bad for a 5 1/2 year old!!
And not to be outdone by his sister's accomplishments - Zachary received a ribbon today for completing the winter session of gymnastics. We'll be back for the spring session, and then we'll take the summer off while we think about a new activity for the fall. Good job, Zachy!!
I'm a very proud Mama.Twinkle Twinkle
Little Star How I
wonder what you
are up above the
world so high
like a diamond
in the sky
Mom Love Lexi
Kid Funnies
Maybe I'm still in a fun mood from vacation, but the kids have been cracking me up today.
After I picked her up, I was asking Lexi how school was. She told me that Katie went on a "secret vacation" - that she went on vacation, but didn't tell the teachers she was going to be away. I said, "Oh, that's odd...where did she go?" Lexi said she didn't know. I said, "You were on vacation at the same time, and you didn't ask her where she went??" She replied, "Yea.......maybe it wasn't Katie..."
On our way to Whole Foods stuck in some slow moving traffic, I hear Zach exclaim from behind me, "MOM!! This car is NOT moving. It doesn't work! You need to change the batteries!!"
Later, while I was shopping in the vitamin aisle, Zach is pointing and saying, "Look at the bum. Look at the Daddy kissing the bum." Then I hear Lexi say, "That's not a bum Zachy, that's a baby inside a belly!" At this point I feel like I should look at what they're looking at. It is, in fact, a poster of a Daddy kissing a pregnant belly, but only the belly is showing. I explain to Zach that Lexi is correct, and it is a Daddy kissing a pregnant belly. He looks at me like I have ten heads and says, "Noooooo! That's a BUM!!" Sometimes there is just no arguing with the boy.
And speaking of cracks - Zach has a bad little diaper rash right now. Apparently it feels better for him if his diaper is pulled down below his bum. So I keep catching him walking around with his little tushy sticking out. It's cracking me up.
It's not easy coming home from vacation, but at least I have my kiddos to amuse me.
After I picked her up, I was asking Lexi how school was. She told me that Katie went on a "secret vacation" - that she went on vacation, but didn't tell the teachers she was going to be away. I said, "Oh, that's odd...where did she go?" Lexi said she didn't know. I said, "You were on vacation at the same time, and you didn't ask her where she went??" She replied, "Yea....
On our way to Whole Foods stuck in some slow moving traffic, I hear Zach exclaim from behind me, "MOM!! This car is NOT moving. It doesn't work! You need to change the batteries!!"
Later, while I was shopping in the vitamin aisle, Zach is pointing and saying, "Look at the bum. Look at the Daddy kissing the bum." Then I hear Lexi say, "That's not a bum Zachy, that's a baby inside a belly!" At this point I feel like I should look at what they're looking at. It is, in fact, a poster of a Daddy kissing a pregnant belly, but only the belly is showing. I explain to Zach that Lexi is correct, and it is a Daddy kissing a pregnant belly. He looks at me like I have ten heads and says, "Noooooo! That's a BUM!!" Sometimes there is just no arguing with the boy.
And speaking of cracks - Zach has a bad little diaper rash right now. Apparently it feels better for him if his diaper is pulled down below his bum. So I keep catching him walking around with his little tushy sticking out. It's cracking me up.
It's not easy coming home from vacation, but at least I have my kiddos to amuse me.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Lippmania 2011
The Lippman Family – the entire Lippman Family – spent the last week soaking up the sun in Venice Beach, Florida. Grammy and Grampy rented a house large enough to accommodate the four of us, Auntie Jen, Uncle Devan and Baby Eva, Auntie Kae, the two of them, and even a special guest appearance by Uncle Keith. The house sat right on the beach, with only a heated swimming pool, a lush lawn, and some beautiful dunes between our living room and the gorgeous, warm, blue water. Here’s my personal “Top Ten” (in no particular order) from the vacation.10. Gorgeous weather on vacation, while it was snowing at home. I think March is the perfect time for a tropical vacation. It’s the time of year that everyone in New England is so sick of the cold and snow, and getting away from it for a week, while still knowing the nice weather is coming to NE soon, is just priceless.
9) Getting to choose between the beach and pool. Actually, we rarely had to choose. If we wanted to go to the beach for a little while, take a nap, and then a dip in the pool, we could do that. And we did do that. And it was wonderful.
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5. The house. We stayed in a palatial house with wings for each family. We all had our own bathroom, own bedroom, and plenty of space to spread out and have fun. Grammy even made the kids their own "condo" in the second or "formal" living room. While the house was huge and great, it wasn't so overdone that we were worried about tracking in sand, or sitting in wet bathing suits. It was clear that children were frequent visitors, and it was a worry-free home for our three age ranges. I can't think of a more perfect place for all of us to have stayed.
2. The drum circle. One of the few excursions we did take was on Wednesday night to the Nokomis Beach Sunset Drum Circle. It was two hours of drumming and dancing until the sun went down. I was admittedly almost moved to tears by the beauty of it. There were probably a couple hundred people sitting or standing in a circle watching about twenty people drum away. As time went on, people got up and danced around in the circle, some had hula hoops, other instruments, etc. and some just danced. It was great fun, extremely lively, and inspiring. A celebration of sunset - it should be done every day.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Name Confusion
Probably like most parents, when I am unhappy with something that one of my children is doing, I will give them that disappointed look and call them by their first and middle name - " Zachary Thomas" or " Alexandra Lyn".
Last night I was preparing to take the kids upstairs to get ready for bed. Zach was in my arms and Lexi was in the bathroom. Zach and I were outside the door trying to figure out if she was actually using the bathroom, or just playing around. I asked her if she had gone and she replied, "I don't remember." I said, "You don't remember???" and looked at Zachary with a confused expression on my face. He shook his head at me and said, "Lexi Thomas." Well, at least he has the right idea.
Last night I was preparing to take the kids upstairs to get ready for bed. Zach was in my arms and Lexi was in the bathroom. Zach and I were outside the door trying to figure out if she was actually using the bathroom, or just playing around. I asked her if she had gone and she replied, "I don't remember." I said, "You don't remember???" and looked at Zachary with a confused expression on my face. He shook his head at me and said, "Lexi Thomas." Well, at least he has the right idea.
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