Wednesday, July 6, 2011

I Left My Heart in San Francisco


I woke intermittently from midnight till 5am, a dull ache behind my eyes and in my chest.  I would lay there and think, 'this is the last night.  the last night sleeping in this bed, in this house, hearing these sounds'.  Finally at 5:30am I checked to make sure Hazel was asleep and then silently slipped out to the family room to say my goodbyes.

I sat on the green leather couch, memories swirling over and through me: after dinner conversations, family home evenings, "what not to wear" marathons, Christmas mornings, get togethers with friends, perhaps even a first kiss while not watching the Breakfast Club (only one Kate).

Next I sat on the front porch and filled myself up with California air -- breathing in until I thought my lungs would burst.  Hoping not to forget a sound, smell or feeling from this last morning at 325 Marks Road. 

I walked out to the back deck to wish the sun a good morning and bid farewell to the backyard I've played in since I was 4 years old.  Jasmine's familiar scent enveloped me and Mt. Diablo became blurry as the roosters crowing reminded me what I would be missing.  This raw heart pounded with longing and nostalgia, assaulted by memories of mustard flowers transformed into a pool, morphed into a patio and entertaining area not to be rivaled.


The trampoline kindly absorbed my tears as I bounced higher and higher saying goodbye to Mr. Morgan's, Mrs. Stewart's and a view of our neighborhood etched onto my soul.

Snapshots of our last evening at the Coons came unbidden, as did the tears.  The realization that I would never again walk the 100 yards to their door and ask for butter or walk by at 2:00am to find Teresa up late making pie and willing to talk, almost too much to bear.


The memories of this last trip home are accompanied by an ache so deep I can only write about it in an emtpy house where no one might find me weeping over my keyboard.  Ask about my weekend home and you are likely to get a clipped response -- lest I cry while discussing the butternut squash ravioli from Il Fornio or Alamo Hay and Grain, the store from whence a multitude of animals were purchased and smuggled home.  I might also spontaneously start crying while describing Thrifty's chocolate malted crunch ice cream, Bagel Street, the iron horse trail, Coons, the Jacksons, the Gustafsons, Great Donuts, Dominico's, Lords, Oak Hill Park, Katrina Rozelle's, The Tomaci's green eggs, suicide hill or a host of other Alamo related subjects.

Perhaps leaving the garden of Eden was hard.  I think leaving Alamo was harder.


Monday, June 27, 2011

Motab at Wolftrap

Steve and I couldn't find any takers for our extra tickets to Wolftrap, so we took the boys.  Hindsight suggests that perhaps going ourselves would have been the better and more relaxing route.  Hindsight is also 20/10 and we're going to chalk one up for exposing the boys to good music.



 **The kiddo on the left MIGHT have tooted really loudly right on the poor gentlemen trying to have a date with his wife (on the right).  And it MIGHT have been between songs and super quite when that happened.  And it MIGHT have made me think that one of my friends would never have done that.  And it MIGHT have made everyone in earshot laugh.**

Friday, May 13, 2011

Rapunzel Rapunzel, someday you'll have hair

It was pure delight to watch a cousin dance party starring Jasmine and Rapunzel (before she had those long locks). 
Child number three (on the right) defaults to intense so you better believe this is pure happiness in the next picture.  

Niko Turns 6!!

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Dear Nikolai-
It seems like just yesterday they handed you to me, wrapped up in a blanket with your little round face peeping out from under a white hospital hat.  You had lots of dark hair and the longest most perfect fingers and toes.  Your face was red, round and cherubic.  The legacy of apple cheeks was visible even then.  

I look at you today, long, tall and skinny and wonder where that little round baby went.  You've grown 2 inches since school started and are now a whopping 49" tall -- 2 inches taller than the next tallest child in your class.  You are probably only in about the 30 percentile for weight however.  Kind of amazing when you consider the massive amounts of food you are capable of eating.  

For your 6th birthday today, you requested pancakes with whipped cream and penang chicken.  You ate both with gusto.  Food is definitely an important way to your heart - especially junk food.  We had the kitchen all decorated when you woke up in the morning and the look of pure happiness on your face when you saw it was priceless.  You told me today was the best birthday you'd ever had.  My heart melted. 

You've grown up a lot in the last month.  You seem more able to control your emotions and disappointments.  You help out a lot more and I can see you stepping more comfortably into the role of oldest child.  You can also buckle your seat belt all by yourself and that is one of my favorite developments.

You are interested in superheroes, planets, Ghengis Khan, growing seeds and money.  Earning money by washing windows or picking up pricker balls in the backyard is one of your favorite past times.

You still love to cuddle in bed at night and talk about all the many thoughts bouncing around your head.  And there are many many thoughts in there.  You will sit staring out the window for a long time and then you will ask a big question.  You are a thoughtful young man. 

You are so patient with your little sister Hazel and she adores you.  Sometimes you are patient with Luke too - he loves you when you are and when you aren't.  He thinks you are the coolest person on the planet and imitates you at every turn which sometimes drives you crazy.  

I sure do love you Nikolai.  I'm so glad you are a part of our little family.  Happy Happy 6th Birthday to you!
-Mommers     


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Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Monkey Bars and Such

The allure of these humidity free days more often than not ends us up at the park within walking distance of our home.  The park's siren song somehow seems to call most often around bedtime.  It would be foolish if not impossible to resist.  And so we go, 2 strollers, 5 people, memory-making as we stroll.  

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"I get a stroller all to myself.  Sassy curls like these need a little space.  Where are we going anyway?"


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#1 so proud of his newfound ability to go all the way across the monkey bars.  Well, as long as you only watch him through "covered eyes" so he doesn't laugh and fall off.  

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Victory!

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This and this turns to. . .

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this and this.  This simplest explanation is, "He's three." 

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Oh I love his wicked little grin.

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The whole family joins in the soccer action.  But watch out when Hazel finally gets the ball.  Game Over.

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Thanks for coming along.  Goodnight now.  Mwahhh!

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

I flip for Coco Penny!

So the flip books were hands down one of my favorite parts of the launch. . well along with the flowers, the food and the company. . hmmm.  Here are a couple of my faves:







Monday, March 28, 2011

Coco Penny Launch Party

Food, friends, flowers and flip books . . oh and did I mention food?  Our Coco Penny launch party was the perfect evening.  Here is some eye candy for you:

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