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Words cannot describe how fantastic this weekend was.
On Friday, Mira and I found her a ton of winter pants and called Bubba (my mother) around 4pm and she said, "Come over! I have a surprise!" so we did and Mira got a brand new winter coat (which she LOVES). It's silver, hooded, and goes to her knees and zips up from the bottom as well as the top. Then we called Tom and said, "Come over! We have frozen lasagna!" and we ate dinner with my mom and headed home about 9pm. It was exactly what I needed.
On Sat, we walked up to the store to get fixins for pumpkin suffins and egg-lemon soup. The path to the store is on a nature trail and halfway there is an elementary school palyground. We played, AND we took Miranda's training wheels off and although there was a bit of hesitation and bratty resistance (hands on her hips, nose in the air-- going to work on this one, I tell ya), she did it and she was so proud of herself. There were some mentally handicapped women at the plyaground who kept doing things like, "Do another cartwheel. Do it again! Do it again!..." and asking what all our names were, over and over. Tom and Mira talked at the store about their brains not being connected the same way ours were, so they didn't understand how to be polite (these exact words, no more, no less. This is important to remember)!
Then we came home and made lunch, muffins, and sat down to watch The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy,' which has a theme song sung by dolphins about humans. Miranda was enchated. One of the lyrics is, "Because of your lack of intellect, I can understand your disrespect..." and Mira sat bolt upright, looked at us and said, "That's like the women in the park." We just about fell out of bed.
So Sun, we went up to Mt. Baker. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! God, it was so nice to be "home". It's sunny and warm up there, the roads are clear, and we rented Mira some skis. Miranda did it all by herself like 5 times down the bunny hill. Proud, proud parents! At one point, she was being indignant and refusing to grab the tow bar herself, which she had been doing all morning already, "No daddy! I won't do it. I don't want to!" She put up her bratty resistance and when she was gesticulating at Tom all irritated, trying to push the bar away or smack it or something, she caught the underside at it smacked her in the face. (I couldn't help but think, "Well, that's kharma for ya...") Tom grabbed the next one with his arms under hers, and basically shoved her along screaming, screaming, screaming, all the way up... halfway there, she threw off her gloves and what I saw from the bottom of the tow was a tiny hand shove itself between her body and Tom's, dangling between his legs, picking at her butt. "I have a wedgie! I have a wedgie! You're not listening to me! I don't want to go because I have a wedgie!" Fucking HIL-AR-I-OUS.
Then she went down herself and was fine for about another hour before getting ready to lose it from sheer exhaustion. I asked Tom at one point, "Is your back hurting?" because he's all bent over at 90 degrees, holding up 50 pounds by the armpits... and he said, "No way. I've been waiting my whole life for this."
When we got home, Mira fell asleep on the couch for a while and TOm and I smooched in the corner of the kitchen where we fell in love. He said, "We should take a picture of this spot when we move." and we daydreamed about when we met, and how we would decorate the spot to correspond with the memory in our heads to take a picture of it. And I got to thining, 'hmmmm. This would be a nice spot to get proposed to... all decorated according to Tom's memory of that moment, suprised after some wonderful outing somewhere...' I don't need much, I tell ya. Just my mother's stone and Tom's concoction of a sentimental surprise. Even if it's in our kitchen.
We made roasted garlic/rosemary mashed potatoes, sesame-soy-ginger crusted salmon and asparagus with hollandaise for dinner. It wasn't as good as we expected (I think the salmon was farmed), but it was damn good. Natural vanilla ice cream and maple syrup for dessert. And then we all bathed and crawled into our beds bed with clean linens and we all got cuddled to sleep.
On Friday, Mira and I found her a ton of winter pants and called Bubba (my mother) around 4pm and she said, "Come over! I have a surprise!" so we did and Mira got a brand new winter coat (which she LOVES). It's silver, hooded, and goes to her knees and zips up from the bottom as well as the top. Then we called Tom and said, "Come over! We have frozen lasagna!" and we ate dinner with my mom and headed home about 9pm. It was exactly what I needed.
On Sat, we walked up to the store to get fixins for pumpkin suffins and egg-lemon soup. The path to the store is on a nature trail and halfway there is an elementary school palyground. We played, AND we took Miranda's training wheels off and although there was a bit of hesitation and bratty resistance (hands on her hips, nose in the air-- going to work on this one, I tell ya), she did it and she was so proud of herself. There were some mentally handicapped women at the plyaground who kept doing things like, "Do another cartwheel. Do it again! Do it again!..." and asking what all our names were, over and over. Tom and Mira talked at the store about their brains not being connected the same way ours were, so they didn't understand how to be polite (these exact words, no more, no less. This is important to remember)!
Then we came home and made lunch, muffins, and sat down to watch The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy,' which has a theme song sung by dolphins about humans. Miranda was enchated. One of the lyrics is, "Because of your lack of intellect, I can understand your disrespect..." and Mira sat bolt upright, looked at us and said, "That's like the women in the park." We just about fell out of bed.
So Sun, we went up to Mt. Baker. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! God, it was so nice to be "home". It's sunny and warm up there, the roads are clear, and we rented Mira some skis. Miranda did it all by herself like 5 times down the bunny hill. Proud, proud parents! At one point, she was being indignant and refusing to grab the tow bar herself, which she had been doing all morning already, "No daddy! I won't do it. I don't want to!" She put up her bratty resistance and when she was gesticulating at Tom all irritated, trying to push the bar away or smack it or something, she caught the underside at it smacked her in the face. (I couldn't help but think, "Well, that's kharma for ya...") Tom grabbed the next one with his arms under hers, and basically shoved her along screaming, screaming, screaming, all the way up... halfway there, she threw off her gloves and what I saw from the bottom of the tow was a tiny hand shove itself between her body and Tom's, dangling between his legs, picking at her butt. "I have a wedgie! I have a wedgie! You're not listening to me! I don't want to go because I have a wedgie!" Fucking HIL-AR-I-OUS.
Then she went down herself and was fine for about another hour before getting ready to lose it from sheer exhaustion. I asked Tom at one point, "Is your back hurting?" because he's all bent over at 90 degrees, holding up 50 pounds by the armpits... and he said, "No way. I've been waiting my whole life for this."
When we got home, Mira fell asleep on the couch for a while and TOm and I smooched in the corner of the kitchen where we fell in love. He said, "We should take a picture of this spot when we move." and we daydreamed about when we met, and how we would decorate the spot to correspond with the memory in our heads to take a picture of it. And I got to thining, 'hmmmm. This would be a nice spot to get proposed to... all decorated according to Tom's memory of that moment, suprised after some wonderful outing somewhere...' I don't need much, I tell ya. Just my mother's stone and Tom's concoction of a sentimental surprise. Even if it's in our kitchen.
We made roasted garlic/rosemary mashed potatoes, sesame-soy-ginger crusted salmon and asparagus with hollandaise for dinner. It wasn't as good as we expected (I think the salmon was farmed), but it was damn good. Natural vanilla ice cream and maple syrup for dessert. And then we all bathed and crawled into our beds bed with clean linens and we all got cuddled to sleep.