Wednesday, March 31, 2010
A funny remembrance from this winter: At the dinner table one night, Nut Brown stood up on his chair and said, "May I have your attention please?" When he had our attention, he announced, "I would like to go to the beach."
Friday, March 26, 2010
I have PCS papers. We're moving to Detroit, Michigan, the first week in May. Farewell, Iowa! I guess I'll have to change the name of this blog. Rents in Michigan are twice what they are here, so Mr. Brown keeps trying to prepare himself and Rose Pink for the idea that we'll be living somewhere less spacious than our townhouse. "We'll probably be in a smaller place," he'll say. Rose Pink, without fail, always counters, "Or bigger! It could be bigger, or smaller, we don't know!" It started way back in December, when I was offered another job with the command if I would move in March. I accepted, but then changed my mind and decided to stay in my current job and go ahead and move. They put me on the calendar for July, and we were waiting for official papers before announcing anything. Then when I came back from the Leavenworth trip, I had a really bad week with my boss, and Mr. Brown told me that we should just go ahead and move in order to get away from her. (She's retiring and not moving to Detroit.) So I asked for my orders to be moved up to the beginning of May, and that was approved two weeks ago. I got my paperwork yesterday. I thought it would be good to have a short time before I moved - less time to mope, less time to be uncomfortable around people, less time to answer for the ka-jillionth time the same questions about whether or not we're excited and how much time left. I think it was the right choice. I didn't want to tell anyone at all at church, but Mr. Brown didn't let me make that decision. It's been so hard, this whole upset and the mixed feelings of excitement and loss, that I didn't really want to talk about it with anyone, and I didn't want people looking at it or prodding those feelings. Mr. Brown told one person the day the May move date was approved, and when we got to church on Sunday it seemed that most of the people we talked to there already knew. Word gets around, I guess. It was such a relief to me not to have to tell anyone, and Mr. Brown cleverly deduced that I didn't want to see the disappointed look on others' faces when we gave them our news. He very thoughtfully made sure to tell everyone that might possibly need to know, so that it wouldn't have to be me breaking it initially. My husband is so kind. In a lot of ways it seems an appropriate time to move. I was just telling Mr. Brown that it seemed like our group of townhouses is filled with ghosts. He quoted Counting Crows at me, "Memories are just films about ghosts" but it's true, when I look around all I see are the people who used to live here. Either the townhomes are empty now or they have grownups in them with no kids and so we never see them. There's a particular push/riding toy that has been handed around from family to family and has actually been part of this group of townhomes for longer than we've lived here. I wonder if the people who first bought it realized that it would stay here for so long. And at this point, nobody else realizes that it's been around here so long, except maybe the landlords. We are excited and interested to move to a new city and experience new things, a different ward, a different culture and different learning opportunities. But Davenport is a good place to live and we do like this city and will miss it very, very much. We'll be gone the next two weeks. I have a training class in Detroit, and then Mr. Brown and the kids are coming to join me for a few days to look for a place to live. Sigh. Here we go, another adventure!
Monday, March 22, 2010
We bought this movie the first day it was for sale, and we've watched it twice as a family since then, with popcorn. Nut Brown and Rose Pink quote it incessantly, and Nut Brown carries Ponyo around in a flowerpot. You have to be nice to her or she spits at you. Actually, she spits at me regardless.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
What a Sunday. Mr. Brown had an early meeting at church and Rose Pink was scheduled to be a reverence child, and so we all went to the church an hour early. (Mr. Brown says that when I'm left on my own to get to church with the kids I am always late! Shocking!) It is a good thing that we did, because it meant that we were on time for church since we'd forgotten about daylight savings time. Otherwise Mr. Brown would have been the only one to make it to sacrament meeting. After we sang the opening hymn and said the opening prayer, Nut Brown bounced off the pew and announced his intention of going to nursery. My Girl Scout cookie order was delivered at church, and Nut Brown was demanding one as we were leaving the building. I told him he could have one when we got home. Mr. Brown parked our car behind our house and announced, We're home! and Nut Brown said, "Now give me a cookie!" Nut Brown after hitting his head on the table: The table after Nut Brown hit it with his head.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Nut Brown has always liked to put things in his mouth. He didn't get to nurse for very long because he chewed on me, and he chews on his boppy and still, even at two and half, explores things with his mouth. The other day we were playing legos on the floor and something started pinching my toe. I looked over and Nut Brown was absentmindedly chewing on my slippered foot, which was in reasonable proximity to his mouth, as he concentrated on his legos. When we ask him to go put his boppy away, we used to invite him to give it a hug and a kiss before putting it down. But lately, he has very charmingly been asking for "one more chew" before he puts it away.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
I was so miserable during my first week at Ft. Leavenworth that Mr. Brown braved the troublesome miles and brought the family to stay with me for the second week. It was pretty boring for them, I have to say, although they did get to go to the zoo. Leavenworth is really too far from Kansas City to be a good place to launch sightseeing from. But I was awfully happy to have them.
Highlights of the trip:
-Mr. Brown passed a gigantic kidney stone, almost bigger than a pencil eraser. It went 'clink' in the toilet. He saved it and is taking it to the doctor for evaluation.
-Rose Pink told the guard as he was checking our vehicle for the umpteenth time to get back on post that we didn't have any bombs. -We pulled over for a fire engine to pass us, and as it raced by we watched the hose uncoil from the back and lay itself down the middle of the road.
-We ate at a dinosaur themed restaurant - T.Rex Cafe - and the premium we paid for the food was worth the total engagement of our children in their surroundings.
Returning, we found the snow had almost entirely melted and to my intense delight, the bulbs I planted last fall are starting to come up. Little green shoots never looked so good. Kids and parents have been ecstatic to be outside again. I think spring is actually going to come this year!