Friday, September 30, 2016

Photo Friday: Football Season!

Our neighbors have an annual kick-off party for the Ohio State football season, and members of the alumni band show up to play. Atticus was entranced.

Aug. 27, 2016

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Politics as Unusual

I went to a Democratic rally in my neighborhood on Sunday. The primary reason was because several members of the West Wing cast were going to be speaking, and how could I resist? It was my favorite TV show back in the day -- and still among the top of my all-time favorite shows -- so of course I had to see Josh, CJ, Toby and several others. IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD. And just in someone's backyard! I mean I HAD to! But I digress.

Bradley Whitford!

Allison Janney!

In a Clintonville backyard!

And Edith too!

My rally visit had an ulterior motive. I wanted to get a Hillary Clinton yard sign. If we are friends on Facebook, you probably know that my husband supports Gary Johnson and posted his own sign in our yard a few weeks ago. I'm OK with Johnson and support several of his ideals, but I'll be voting for Clinton. I was (and still am) totally fine with the Johnson sign in front of our house, but I began feeling uncomfortable that others would presume I was a Johnson supporter as well.

Honestly, if that Johnson sign wasn't there, I probably wouldn't have posted a Clinton one either. In fact, I think Paul supports Johnson more than I support Clinton. But the suffragette in me wants to make it clear that politics isn't exclusively the husband's domain. I don't want to be the quiet dormouse that sits by silently while others assume they know what's important to me.

Paul is understandably disappointed that his sign loses some of its potency with mine next to it. But I guess that's the point. Hooray democracy.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Listening to Language Develop

Our household is never quiet nowadays. Atticus is learning to talk, while Edith is perfecting it.

Atticus has only a few words -- among them: mama, dad, fan and this. The latter is pronounced "dis" and accompanied by an emphatic point. He's also a pretty good mimic. One of the kids' favorite games currently is to harmonize "ahh" as loud as they can, particularly when we are in the grocery store.

Edith's vocabulary and pronunciation is getting better and better each day. It's fascinating to watch her process language. Just this past weekend she brought an instrument down from her room, banging it all the way. She asked me what it was called. After I told her it was a tambourine, I heard her use it a couple of times in the next few minutes, surely trying to imprint the new word in her brain.

I also love the way she's connecting dots and having fun with the language. Watching her reflection in the mirror yesterday, she noticed her hair flying up as she jumped down from a step stool. Her hair was like an octopus, she told me.

The one word of her that baffles me is this: "dinter." She started using it not long after she began talking, as a cross between "other" and "different." Now it's firmly "different." No matter how often I use the correct word, she can't seem to shake it. But she's still young enough that I find it cute!

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Remembering 9/11

The articles and photos covered the newspaper on Sunday -- it was the 15th anniversary of the Sept. 11 terror attacks. I was surprised how the coverage moved me. The horror of the day will never really be gone.

I was in college when the attack occurred, on my way to a journalism workshop for Ohio State's student newspaper. Paul was studying abroad in Mexico. We had met earlier that summer. We would be married two years later.

Of course, we had no idea at the time that we would move to New York in 2007, just six years after the World Trade Center came down. When we relocated, it seemed like so much time had passed since 9/11. Looking back, it seems like our "new world" was just in its infancy.

I never truly felt in danger while we lived in New York, but the attacks were often on my mind. That's because I worked in Lower Manhattan just down the street from Ground Zero, and many of my co-workers had first-hand experiences of the towers toppling down. The feelings were raw. They probably always will be.

My oldest nephew was just one on that day, the others -- and our own kids, of course -- weren't even born. Strange to think that they'll look back on this day the same way my generation does Pearl Harbor Day -- with reverence but no personal connection. And hopefully the new generation will never experience a day even remotely equivalent.

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Happy Labor Day

The weekend got away from me since we spent it in Defiance with my family, so no post today. Hope you had a great holiday!


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