The things our girls have taught us this past year. Enjoy.
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A bit about “Nicholby” or No Child Left Behind, except those that really can be great students.
For my friends who are currently pregnant. Look what you’re doing!
In a 1943 conversation with William Hermanns recorded in Hermanns’ book Einstein and the Poet, Einstein said: “As I have said so many times, God doesn’t play dice with the world.” (p. 58)
Or, as my husband so delicately puts it, “When I see hot chicks, I see God.”
Moms are always telling me that they wish they had kept track of the adorable things their children said when they were just beginning to have real conversations. Sometimes we get so busy, we forget the most precious quotations of our little ones. I am glad I’ve kept track of ours.
The other thing moms always tell me is that even though my kids are little now, they will grow up and be gone before I know it. They say this as though I’m not enjoying the things the little boogers do, even when mothering gets irritating. I certainly get frustrated sometimes, but there isn’t a moment that goes by when I think “If I didn’t have kids, I would…” If I actually thought that, I wouldn’t be a stay at home mom. I’d outsource motherhood, call in the temps for the tantrums, and one day, be sad that I missed out on the precious events that happen every minute of every day.
There’s a Darius Rucker song making its way across the airwaves called “It Won’t Be Like This For Long”. I heard it on the country station today (yes, Hootie has remade himself Nashville-style) and I found myself tearing up in traffic. I love those little boogers- sometimes I wish I could re-do some things, but they’re still little and we have a ways to go.
listen for yourself
A few weeks ago, I tripped on Charles Krauthammer.
OK, I didn’t trip *on* him, but I definitely walked into his wheelchair and had to stop short while he sped out of the way. That’s what happens when I try to read and walk at the same time. Why can’t I trip on an O’s fan or something more poetic?
Mr. K is one of my favorite political commentators (I really don’t think that should be a word.) on Fox News and the Post. He also has Nationals season tickets two sections over from ours. I’ve seen him a few times and I’ve always wanted to say Hi. I’ve never wanted to trip on his wheelchair, but such are the oddities of my life, along with being clumsy. And socially awkward.
Speaking of socially awkward, I decided to chat Charlie K. up last week. I approached him (while trying to eat his dinner….strike two) and told him I was a big fan. After my impressive opening line, I asked him who, in his professional opinion, I should vote for. His reply: “Anyone but Obama.” Well, duh.
Back in our seats, we enjoyed the game with a family friend- one of a dozen known Republican Jews. He hates Obama. He rails against Obama. When asked who he’d vote for in 2012, his answer is Romney. If Perry or Bachmann wins the ticket? Obama.
WHAT?
So I realized we need to get it together. Don’t vote for your favorite candidate. My favorite candidate at this point is Santorum. It makes my father-in-law cry. I’m not going to vote for Santorum in the primaries. Or Bachmann. Or anyone that can’t get at least 270 electoral votes. See, I have to vote for the man (yes- I said it- man) who can beat Barack. Not the person with my preferred platform. Or best accent. Or coolest hair, though the last one is a toughie. Bachmann wins that one. Or maybe Kate Middleton…
I digress.
Jim Geraghty says it best:
“I walk into this decision knowing I have to balance how much I like [the candidate] against the criteria of whether enough voters in enough states to amount to 270 electoral votes like him. There’s no point in getting the GOP to nominate my ideal candidate — say, the mind of Friedrich Hayek in the body of Salma Hayek — if the country won’t elect him or her.”
As though he interviewed my husband, he’s got it right.