I love Michelle Obama. There are a lot of reasons, but the one that comes to mind right now is that, on the most recent cover of Newsweek, she appears taller than her husband. I am pretty tall myself, and I envy the fact that she is almost as tall as Barack, and yet she still wears heels, to an event where she will be photographed and put on the cover of magazines. Seriously, I love her. I wish I was that cool.
And as for our President, I love him too. Not because I think he is perfect, actually, his stumble during the oath of office made him seem almost human. I love him because he represents change. I love that there is a young family in the White House, and I love that they don't look like me. I love that Megan knows who Barack Obama is. I love that she was disappointed that he wasn't there when we went to vote in November. I love that when she saw the picture of Michelle Obama on the cover of Newsweek she didn't understand why she wasn't wearing the "yellow dress she was wearing earlier." But most of all, I love that she has never once mentioned that he looks a bit different than she does. I hope the thought never even crosses her mind.
In January of 2008 I was terrified, because I was desperate for a Democrat to be in the White House and I was concerned that we were being a little too, well, liberal, with Hillary and Barack as our top contenders. I should have had more faith. I am a little ashamed of myself for not believing in the people of this country. Despite the dire financial situation, I am so excited to have a man (someday it will be a woman) in the White House who I think really cares about the same things that I do.
Hooray America!
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Too little sleep
Dear Megan and Jack,
I want to preface this by saying that I really do love you, and I love spending time with you, but when the time that we spend together begins at 4:45am, I am a little less likely to be patient and kind for the rest of the day. I have no idea how to get you two kids to sleep when you keep waking each other up. This is the challenge we are facing today.
Megan, when you were little, I swore to myself that I was going to keep a journal so that I would be able to remember everything about your life. Here we are, 3 years later, and I am just getting around to it. I wish someone had told me that when I had a second baby, everything that I thought I knew about babies would either be forgotten or irrelevant. On second thought, maybe someone did tell me and I just forgot.
Jack, I know you want to eat regular food. I know that the baby food I keep trying to feed you is gross, but for the life of me, I cannot remember what foods are easy for babies to eat. I cannot believe that you are almost one year old. I cannot believe that you will be walking soon. What happened to my little itty bitty baby? I guess you were never really itty bitty, but you sure seemed small to me.
Megan, right now you are obsessed with Olivia, the Backyardigans, Fancy Nancy and all that is pink. You WILL NOT go out with anything on your body unless it is a dress, and you insist on choosing your dress and shoes. When we are in the house, you prefer to wear your birthday suit, but you leave the house in some pretty spectacular outfits these days. You sing and dance all the time. My favorite songs are the ones you make up, and I love watching you play. I hope that you are always as creative as you are now.
Jack, right now you are obsessed with ME. There are very few things in this world that make me happier than seeing your face when you see mine. You are such a sweet little baby. I hope you grow into a good and kind man. You are lucky to have a man like your Dad as a role model.
OK, I think that is it for now. I love you more than you will ever know,
Love,
(your very tired) Mom
I want to preface this by saying that I really do love you, and I love spending time with you, but when the time that we spend together begins at 4:45am, I am a little less likely to be patient and kind for the rest of the day. I have no idea how to get you two kids to sleep when you keep waking each other up. This is the challenge we are facing today.
Megan, when you were little, I swore to myself that I was going to keep a journal so that I would be able to remember everything about your life. Here we are, 3 years later, and I am just getting around to it. I wish someone had told me that when I had a second baby, everything that I thought I knew about babies would either be forgotten or irrelevant. On second thought, maybe someone did tell me and I just forgot.
Jack, I know you want to eat regular food. I know that the baby food I keep trying to feed you is gross, but for the life of me, I cannot remember what foods are easy for babies to eat. I cannot believe that you are almost one year old. I cannot believe that you will be walking soon. What happened to my little itty bitty baby? I guess you were never really itty bitty, but you sure seemed small to me.
Megan, right now you are obsessed with Olivia, the Backyardigans, Fancy Nancy and all that is pink. You WILL NOT go out with anything on your body unless it is a dress, and you insist on choosing your dress and shoes. When we are in the house, you prefer to wear your birthday suit, but you leave the house in some pretty spectacular outfits these days. You sing and dance all the time. My favorite songs are the ones you make up, and I love watching you play. I hope that you are always as creative as you are now.
Jack, right now you are obsessed with ME. There are very few things in this world that make me happier than seeing your face when you see mine. You are such a sweet little baby. I hope you grow into a good and kind man. You are lucky to have a man like your Dad as a role model.
OK, I think that is it for now. I love you more than you will ever know,
Love,
(your very tired) Mom
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