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December 29, 2004

Merry Christmas!

Filed under: General — Wayne @ 6:37 pm

I am writing this from a neighbors “borrowed” 802.11 airport. Quite a nice perk of staying at Karen’s parents house. (They got DSL for Christmas, but the modem did not arrive in time).

We spent the first half of the time at my parent’s house, where we had a wonderful time. We got to introduce Sara to my brother, sister, and her nephews and my mom had a delightful time dressing Sara up.


We all received wonderful gifts, and Sara loves her blue bunny.

The second half of the time (up to and past New Years) is being spent at Karen’s parent’s. The special gift for Karen was a new Canon digital camera (the super small elph). She loves it. We are looking forward to simply relaxing and doing nothing the rest of the week.

December 19, 2004

Sara notes

Filed under: General — Karen @ 4:29 pm

Sara’s sleeping. Wayne thinks he has the flu. I am well. The day is rainy and cold. We’re on the eve of Xmas festivities and time with family. Sara finally got her flu shot earlier this month. Though the supply of children’s vaccine was supposedly not low, our pediatrician was rationing the doses. She still hasn’t gotten her second dose.
Finally, after 2 weeks of a happy girl, but a runny nose, I took Sara to the doctor and she got diagnosed with a sinus infection. She’s enjoying the taste of Amoxicillin. Luckily not reactions. We’re enjoying the reclining feature of our highchair to help administer the medication.
Sara’s been very clingy this week (nickname Kling-on, get it?). I think it’s because of Cora’s disappearance from her life. The first day, Wayne stayed home. He was exhausted when I got home from work. For the rest of the time, I called Judi Julin, a nanny broker who finds emergency nanny care. We found someone who is very nice, but I had nightmares the night before we met her. We spent over a month finding Cora and suddenly I’m giving my daughter and the key to my house to a stranger. You just get whoever is assigned and have to hope it’s a fit. We visited Cora in the hospital and Sara immediately reached out to be with her. She’s a smart kid. I’m definitely mourning the loss of Cora from our life. She took care of our daughter and is a good friend.

Developmentally, Sara is walking only holding on to us w/one hand. She’s now able to almost stand just pulling up with one hand (use those hamstrings!). She loves making sing-song noises ahh-baa-dah-dee. Jon and Claire looked after her on Monday while Wayne got his tooth crown looked at. They said she looks like Wayne on the outside, but seems to have my personality on the inside. She likes to point to herself and go “eh”. Wayne will ask her “where’s my nose?” and she’ll point to his nose. I’ve added to the game by asking her to point to my ear and then I laugh uproariously when she does. It’s a great game and often distracts her from any fussing she’s doing.

Christmas Celebration

Filed under: General — Karen @ 1:20 pm

For us, Christmas is about waiting for Jesus’ coming, his birth and more importantly, his Resurrection. Despite the image of prayerful contemplation, our lives have been a little topsy-turvy. The main events have been Xmas parties of all different flavors.
The first was the VA Xmas party. It was a dark and rainy night full of traffic and brake lights. It took us over an our to wind our way down to Federal Way to the Dumas Bay Conference Center. There was a buffet reminescent of Thanksgiving and lots of good company. The highlight of the evening was Irina’s and Henrique (?) salsa dancing. I’ve seen plenty of dance movies, but there’s something about a show in person. Those folks could dance. The moves repeated, but I couldn’t peel my eyes away from the intricate motions.
Next came the Deacon’s party, twenty families who serve our church, gathered together for a potluck and white elephant gifts. Sara was invited to this and joined by 10 other young kids. It was certainly lively. We continued a tradition. Last year, we received a ceramic black lacquer panther with jem glowing eyes about a foot in length and on a black stand with 3 holes in the base designed to hold candles. Corny was not the word for it. Worse still, it was cracked and chipped in several places. During last years gift giving, every male whose turn it was (so had the right to steal any gift) examined the panther, agreed the it’s corniness made it cool, and declined to take it off our hands due to it’s poor condition. So this year, Wayne was determined to pass it on. The panther stayed in the car. There was a cheerful box, nicely wrap, with a devious note inside representing the panther. Not till the end did it get picked by our host. He took it with good humor and agreed it will reemerge next year. Ahhh, traditions.
The next day, tragedy struck. While preparing for an afternoon and evening of festivities, we got a call from our nanny, Cora. She fell in a store and was headed to the hospital. While we were able to find a replacement babysitter, we are still looking for a replacement nanny. Cora is recovering from multiple broken bones and out of commission for awhile. We found emergency care for 2 weeks and then Wayne’s Mom will watch Sara for a month while we look for permanent childcare.
We joined our neighbors for a wonderful holiday gathering and got the bonus of meeting 2 couples from the block we hadn’t met before. There will literally be a new kid on the block for Sara to play with in a year or so. Next we headed to the U district sans Sara to meet Mike and Edith. We got to meet Mike’s brother and sister (Russel is legendary for barely surviving a flooding during a backpacking trip and losing his car for several months till a new bridge could be built. We enjoyed Pakistani food (not much different from Indian) at Shalimar’s. And then for something completely different, we enjoyed the Medieval Women’s Choir Christmas performance in the Suzzallo reading room. I’ve never seen an audience to quiet. This “reading room” is tall and gothic and beautiful, filled with stain glass and bookshelves about Fish Hatcheries (what was closest to me).
Finally, we bade Jon and Claire good Xmas with a meal of butternut squash parmesan bread pudding, spinach salad, and Xmas cookies (via Claire) on Thursday. We exchanged gifts (I got a cool basket from Germany along with books-Dark Tower and Radical Reformission by mark driscoll-and Wayne got coffee things-frother and espresso maker). This Friday, I attended Kellie’s party with musicians and friends and a gaggle of girls and got to enjoy a friend from church’s company. I also learned I don’t like mulled wine.

December 2, 2004

Turkey travel

Filed under: General — Karen @ 9:31 pm

I’m slowly recovering from Thanksgiving. My work week is finished and we’re launching into holiday chaos. The travel to Milwaukee was probably the most heinous I’ve experienced. Canceled flights, full security searches, 5 hr lay over, horrible airport food, airline mistakes, sardine can like chairs, and an exhausted fussy one yr old. For me the visiting made the pain of travel worthwhile. I got to see Heidi, Davi, Kailey, Kendra, and Keegan (my college roommate and family). I read Kailey Bunnicula every night, I wrestled w/ Kendra, and played peek-a-boo w/ Keegan. Luckily, all the K’s are ticklish which made play even more delightful.

Friday, we walked in marshlands around GE where Davi works. It felt very adventurous and cold. Then we visited the Elegant Farmer, a local farm that supplies everything homemade and yummy. We sampled the chocolate cheese, squeeky cheese curds, cider ham dip w/sesame crackers, and apple raspberry pie (we were forced to have this for breakfast). Then I saw a Culver’s (home of the butterburger) and that’s where we had dinner, complete w/ custard sundaes for desert. Sara loved crawling around the restaurant.

Saturday was our Thanksgiving Day. Gayle and Roger came with dishes made from the fresh vegetables of their thriving farm. I made sangria jello from last Thanksgiving (Mom made it) which was a hit. Everything was good and the company was excellent. Afterwards, we played Cadoo, a kid’s version of Cranium. Heidi and Davi got us hooked on Enterprise.

Sunday, after worshipping at the Mega (Elmbrook church, home of 1000s), we sadly rushed off to the airport after learning our reservations had been canceled. The high point of the ensuing 12 hrs of travel (5 hrs in Chicago O’Hare) was the Children’s Museum, a indoor playground with an airplane theme. If you’re going to be stuck in an airport, chose one that other people get stuck in often. Sara played for 1.5 hr, climbing stairs, sliding (her favorite), trying to get the model airplanes that were flying from the ceiling. Wayne had to save the seats.

Netflix has been increasing our movie watching. I’ve seen Pieces of April (poignant and worth the rental), Day After Tomorrow (mindless, interesting weather graphics, not as bad as I imagined), and Paycheck (not as good as Minority Report, but once you get beyond that, an entertaining sci fi flick). The service makes it much more convenient than getting dvds from our local Rain City Video (like the name?), even though it only 7 blocks away.

We continue to see Jon and Claire. It’s so nice having them around. The weekend before Thanksgiving, we wandered to the Nordic Heritage Museum and enjoyed Yulefest. The funest part was eating Aebleskiver (a pancake ball cooked over a flame in a special griddle and moved w/ skewers). Delicious when served w/ powdered sugar and jam. Check out ultissimo.com for photos. I’ve also gone for walks with them toward the end of the week.

Sara notes: she seems to be more verbal this week. This morning, she pointed her finger at me and scolded me after I did something she didn’t like. It so resembled an upset Italian, I made me laugh out loud. Walking has picked up. She doesn’t actually walk, but her balance is improving and she’s more comfortable walking with just one hand. She’s still in love w/ balloons. Her favorite game is “I’m going to get you”. She just goes crazy w/anticipation, flinging herself from side to side, sometimes throwing unintentional punches at the one holding her.

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