Alison Hodgson

Expert on the etiquette of perilous times.

Archives for January 2008

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OK, I might be getting oh so slightly nutty…ish regarding the sun or lack there of, here in the great state of Michigan.  This morning I might have run outside in my orthopedic Adidas sandals to catch what I thought was a ray of sun.

False alarm.  It was only a slightly lighter grey, but was exciting still.  Later, while responding to some comments from friends who had tried to soak up sun for me, my head spun around as I caught a hint of brightness in my peripheral.  Again, I charged outside and there, just above the tree line, was the real and true sun shining on me.  I lifted my face and tried to soak it in.  In about the time it would have taken me to pull on a coat and boots it was covered by clouds again.
Moral of the story: sieze the day/sun/whatever, even if people pulling up to the stop sign stare.

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Health Watch

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“Do you know what Catchy Petunia is?” Eden asked.

“No,” I said, “I don’t.”
“It’s a kind of sickness you can get when it rains and you can die.”  She said.
“Catchy Petunia?”  I said it myself and then something shifted and clicked and I remembered Lydia warning the Legumes about catching pneumonia just the day before.
Mystery solved.
“I don’t want to die.”  Eden said.
Nobody wants that, Sweet Bean.

An Adjustment

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Torey’s due date has been changed.  It was the 19th, but at 20 weeks they moved it to January 7. Some of us who are not nine months pregnant have been wondering if the original due date was correct, but kept silent, because how can you suggest to someone who is so ready to be done, that maybe…perhaps… she or, at the very least her baby, isn’t?  The new due date is now January 18, this Friday.  

Torey took the news well.  She found out several hours after she had a root canal and the Tylenol had finally kicked in.  Yes, I did just say that.  She had a root canal today.   We check in just about every morning and she was almost weeping in pain.  David was at work and her car was in the shop and I think she was in so much pain and so tired from weeks of cruddy sleep, she just couldn’t think.  I told her to call the dentist and that if they could get her in, the homeschoolers and I would come and get her and Ren.   And that’s exactly what we did.
I want to riff a little about pregnancy, but must get the results of my own into bed.  So you’ve either been denied or reprieved depending on your perspective.
Hope everyone is happy and well.
And if the sun is shining on you would you please turn your face up and soak in a few rays for me?  Please?  I’m totally cool…sooooo not Jack Nicholsonish from The Shining.  Never.  However a wee bit of sun would be great, fantastic, just what the doctor ordered.

First Birthday

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Sadly the birthday boy made a mad dash for the kitchen while we were lighting his candle.

We’ll try that again. The black blur is the guest of honor. He was in an absolute lather since his “cake” was a shin bone stuffed with peanut butter.

Once given the bone, he immediately ran off to the bedroom to chew it. I just kept taking pictures. The kids went about their business. Eden has just knocked over Christopher who had assumed some sort of pose and yes, that is Lydia in the background in a High School Musically inspired stance.

I have accidentally deleted two pictures and don’t have the strength to upload them again. For real, I am going to get a camera before Eden’s birthday, which is January 25th.

A Little Legumage

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No baby yet, at least out here. She’s warm inside. I can’t blame her, I mean we’re talking January in Michigan…tough sell.

Torey and Ren have been coming over the last couple days. This afternoon almost everyone was in the kitchen while I made dinner. I was chopping an onion rather vigorously and a big hunk of it went flying off the island. Normally, anything that hits the floor is fair game for Jack and he knows this; within a second of the onion hitting the floor I heard the scuttling of his nails. Before he was able to swoop I grabbed the onion. Allowing Jack to it, just didn’t seem prudent. Torey read my mind.

“Can you imagine his gas if he ate that!” She asked.

“Ren, Jack’s farts are revolting.” Eden said.

“Oh, what do the smell like?” Ren asked with the convivial tone of a gossiping matron.

“Like dog poop.” Eden said.

For which no one can fault him.