The Longest Night

What a banner evening: the Winter Solstice, the first night of Hannukah, and meanwhile (for we Christians) Advent marches on....

Advent is the season of preparation for observing Jesus's birth--at least I think that's the theological definition. Last year Advent had special meaning for me because I was preparing for the birth of my own child. And this Advent season she's here. This year I joined my church choir in rehearsals for our Lessons and Carols Service (it got snowed out). As usual, we worked on a number of lullabies. It's not hard for lullabies to tear at the proverbial heartstrings, but this year they have new meaning for me. I know what's in a lullaby, and it's not all sweetness and light. It's also fierce and tender, passionate and pleading (for the baby to go to sleep!), sad and fearful (that my baby will grow up and away, that hard things will happen to her). In short, this year I have a whole new perspective on the Nativity--that of a mother. No matter what you believe about Jesus, at one point he was just a baby, and his mother had no idea what he was headed for. This Advent season has reminded me of the opportunity I have every day to be present with Anneke and soak up our time together.

And, this afternoon, right before it got dark I was skiing around our neighborhood in the snow when I met on of my neighbors who said he wished he was out skiing, but was recovering from knee surgery. We got to talking and realized we lived down the street from one another. He said he and his son were stranded in town because of flight cancellations, and that his wife and his son's mother died the day after Christmas last year. All of his son's Christmas presents are back East, so he was walking to the store to scramble for something for his son to open on Christmas morning. He told me this in a sad-but-what-can-you-do way--it was hard not to be cheerful in the winter wonderland that was our neighborhood today, and he didn't seem like the kind of guy to unload on random strangers skiing down the sidewalk. We said our goodbyes, and then he started jogging way, stopping to scoop up a snowball and throw it at someone down the block.

This evening we listened to the Paul Winter Solstice concert on OPB--definitely a highlight of the season. I lit a bunch of candles for people I know--including my neighbor--whose holiday season is not all sweetness and light this year. And this year that list is longer than in past years. Not sure what the point of this post is, except that, for me, things are darker and richer this year. I'm so glad for family and community amidst the darkness in life, and more aware than ever of just how important they are.

Another Snow Day

Once again we torture our baby by making her come out to play with us in the snow.

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Snow Day!

Not quite ready for snow angels

Hounded by the paparazzi

Must...get...to...swings!

Chapped baby!

Sunday morning we woke to a winter wonderland! A blustery, blizzardy winter wonderland, but that didn't stop us from taking Anneke out for her first snow. Usually I love to get out the cross country skis and cruise around the neighborhood, but it was too nasty and icy for that. At one point I was ready to go inside, and I think Anneke was, too, but Dave looked so sad and said, "but it's my only snow day!" So we braved the weather for a bit longer. Anneke's lucky to have such a playful dad! The next day we took her out again for a walk to the grocery store, and look what happened to her poor little face! My sister said to use Eucerin on her chapped little cheeks--she's a pro at this since she lives in the midwest.

Christmas trees!

A couple of weeks ago we joined Dave's side of the family and their old friends, the Johnsons, at the Christmas tree farm! When Dave was growing up his family and the Johnsons celebrated Christmas together since their own extended families were back in the U.K. Meeting up with them to cut Christmas trees is an annual tradition, one I was invited to join when Dave and I first started dating. We all head over to Cornelius Pass Roadhouse afterwards for lunch. Notice Anneke and her cousin. I fear this is just the beginning of a bunch of shenanigans.

Now I know how Joan of Arc felt.

Ha ha! (Incidentally, technical difficulties prevent me from posting the Christmas tree photos--more on that later). Emily, this is especially pertinent to your life with a very dramatic four-year-old.

I can't tell you how many times The Smiths helped me through particularly absurd days in social services.

Santa

Tick off another "must do" for Anneke's first year.

Special thanks goes to Mary who pointed out not only that the Macy's line for Santa is very short during the weekdays, but that the crying baby with Santa pictures are often more interesting than the posed ones that we so often try for.

We were able to have two photo sessions in order to get this picture, and of all of the pics where our little girl was bawling her head off, we chose this one for the wonderful look of displeasure she gave the camera. Zoom in to see it better.

Family shelter

Crikey. I am a social worker, and I still end up surprised when I read stuff like this--I'm still naive about family poverty and homelessness in my community. I guess it might be in part because I have always worked with families who, although they definitely were living below the poverty level, still had some kind of home or shelter, whether it was a Section 8 apartment or a relative's couch. I'm embarrassed to say it's hard for me to believe there are families living in their cars, but here you go.

Well, to quote 80s GI Joe: "Knowing is half the battle." See, all that after school TV made me a better person.

Emergency shelters

MULTNOMAH COUNTY

Warming Center for Families: 1435 N.E. 81st Ave., Portland, 503-253-0148
To donate: The center needs pillows, blankets, sheets and pillow cases. Drop them off at the center or at Human Solutions, 12350 S.E. Powell Blvd., or at these three Key Bank branches -- Gateway branch, 1205 N.E. 102nd Ave.; Lloyd Center branch, 825 N.E. Multnomah St., Suite 175; Gresham Mall branch, 390 W. Burnside St., Gresham. Drop off food (snacks that require no preparation such as fruit, nutrition bars and juice boxes), dishes, eating utensils, paper towels and cleaning supplies at the warming center or Human Solutions.
Volunteers: The center needs people to staff it. To help, go to
www.humansolutions.org
or call Becky Mullins at 503-256-2280.
For other shelters: Call 2-1-1

Our Little Deer is Nine Months Old!

And it's a Festivus miracle that I was able to take these photos, between the tricky lighting and the ever-so-curious baby.

This photo was attempt no. 238....

How do you baby-proof a Christmas tree?

Ready for my close-up, Mommy!

And here's my daughter next to the most worrisome non-lethal baby hazard of them all.

Public Service Announcement

Sigh.
My friends over at The Lorpi Files have a friend whose baby is in the hospital after having swallowed a button battery (about the size of a nickel) that leaked acid into her esophagus for days. That's the short version of the story--where's the emoticon for "absolutely horrified"?

While her situation is extreme and a perfect storm of somewhat-rare-occurence and apparent incompetence at the ER, I learned that battery-swallowing is on the rise because of all of our gadgets, plus because of musical greeting cards (don't send those to friends with rugrats).

It sounds like baby Hazel is through the worst of it but not "out of the woods," so I will be praying for her and her family and invite y'all to think good thoughts/send loving-kindness/light a candle/say a prayer--whatever you tend to do in situations like this.

And I'm going to be roaming the house with a roll of duct tape, hunting for little gadgets.

Goodbye, Miss Know-it-All

The above photo is a naked re-enactment of the look Anneke gave me today after I sternly told her "no!" when she tried to chew the computer wires. And I realized I'm in BIG trouble. She knows what "no" means, but my behavior management skills are no match for her cuteness! Is it possible to set appropriate limits and smother a child with kisses at the same time?

I have a lot of past clients who would probably be all, yeah, now where's your Love and Logic?

Thanksgiving and special bonus features

Anneke's first Thanksgiving was lovely. The only thing missing were publishable photos of the event--I will save them for family viewing only, as we are all pretty much sacked out unattractively on comfortable furniture apres delicious meal. I really wish we had taken one or two family shots around the table, but that would have involved timers and maybe even a tripod. Next time I'll go to the trouble now that I have realized it would have been worth it. Said meal was at Grandma and Grandpa's house with Uncle Kevin, Aunt Stephanie, and Claire. I can't tell you how grateful I am not only to have my inlaws in town, but that I married into a truly, truly wonderful family. The above photo is Anneke and Ms. E. in their Thanksgiving best. This dress will probably get a lot of wear between now and Christmas because I absolutely love it. We got to stop by Ms. E's house to have hors d'oeuvres and champagne cocktails before heading over to G&G's.

Anyway, I'm making up for lack of Thanksgiving photos by including bonus baby photos. Aren't you thankful?