Whoa Mama

Sunday, July 26, 2009


Some of my favorite people are geeks. I am in fact the mother of at least one junior geek. I don't mean the pocket protector kind. I mean really smart, hard-working, really smart and maybe just a little socially awkward, if only for a period, folks. My nerd herd is heavily represented by guys, with homage to Debbie and Marsha, who are and always have been fabulous women in a male dominant sub-sect. I don't mind saying that this focused, principled, kind, assiduous crowd that I have been privileged to know would run into traffic for a friend and are some of the best parents, especially in the face of unimaginable challenges. We have been recipients of amazing support, love and generosity throughout this unpredictable year. As a side note, we had three separate families, to whom we are unrelated, offer us a place to live. Something that even today moves me to tears and for which I will be grateful for the rest of my life. You know who you are. Think about that. We are a family of 5 humans, a cat and a dog. This circus doesn't travel lightly! Saying thank you then and now seems so small. So T&E, A&B and H&C, truly there are no words.

This post was initially headed towards how I victoriously conquered my iPhone and all of its mysterious technology. Yet as I typed I realized that was not going to happen. It seems so silly now and I'm not funny enough to stick the landing with any good humor. So I will say this, Scott and the boys and I are so blessed to have the people in our lives that we do. In no way do I mean to diminish all of our family, who been unwavering and enduring in their love and support, but I want to say thank you.

Thank you to our friends who have offered to help in ways that I didn't even know I needed. Food, child care, commiserating and turning me around to dive back into the chaos to get it all done.

Thank you.

For your time, insight, sympathy, boxes, texts, humor, meals, energy, booze, hugs, references, phone calls, strong backs, emails, reason, unannounced visits, compliments, tape, balance. Thank you to friends coast-to-coast, new and old, who bless our lives. We are happy and whole and better for having gotten roughed up a little and lived to tell about it.

And now let the inane banter resume aided by the 24/7 access of my fully operational iPhone.

Friday, July 03, 2009

The Month in Pictures

As promised, loads of pics from recent weeks. Sorry for the delay, Pop Wilks!

yep, that's a toe.

side-by-each in the tub.

boys love the beach

shined up for End Of Year Celebration

Soccer Ready

Nothing says casual like a Santa hat in June

at the Publishers Party

We couldn't use a flash during the performance. :-(

But I couldn't resist the Chicken Dance

And soccer, no explanation necessary.

Still loving the beach, even if it's not Misquamicut

My Menagerie

We are a pound dog family. I feel like there are enough animals out there that really need homes. Not to mention we got the world’s greatest dog from the pound. Rocky was picked up as a stray. He was not neutered and had stage four heartworm. He was malnourished and had ribs sticking out. Scott went and picked him up, without telling me. In his defense, we’d been shopping for a dog at every pound, rescue society and web site in New England for a few months. I was about 4 months pregnant and we’d just moved in to our first home. Nonetheless, without telling me. He showed up at my office with the aforementioned malnourished dog, who was big! And ours. I never owned a dog. I really didn’t know how to have a dog. He was slobbery, big, didn’t tell me what he needed and made stinky poop from which I was not convinced that your average grocery bag was enough of a barrier.

This Rocky letting the twins read a mountain of books in his bed.

Rocky went on to show me that he could get along with Isabelle, the first pet, a cow-like cat, loved people, knew the sound of the school bus, would chase a ball as long as I threw it and would protect my his boys. He let little boys learn how to walk while balancing on him, patiently waited for little boys to use him as a step stool to get to the couch and dutifully ate anything they gave him, but never never never ate off the table or chewed things he shouldn’t. He barked only when he really really meant it. He only got on the furniture when (rarely) invited. I don’t count that he would go upstairs and sleep in the spare bed, unbeknownst to me, but not Scott.
Now I don’t mean to talk about him like he’s gone, because he is dutifully retired from full-contact kid life with my father-in-law. They are good for each other and lead similar lifestyles. We miss them both terribly! They both miss the boys terribly, but living with high energy 24/7 is too much. Not to mention, Rocky’s hips got pretty bad and John has a ramp. Life without a dog is pretty lonely after life with a dog.

This was news to me, since in my life dog=Rocky=greatest dog EV-ER

Enter Violet.
Not a pound dog, who chews, barks and lays on my furniture. She’s a puppy and I quote Molly, the animal whisperer, “puppies chew stuff and they have a knack for finding the things that you really love and chewing them”, like Noah’s “Toad” (of Frog and Toad) on which he drew a squiggly mouth because “he didn’t want anyone to see him in his new bathing suit” (full story and visual for another time). It almost drew tears from Noah and me. She nips at the boys…not at them really at something they are holding that she wants to play with or when Sammy is wearing one of Scott’s shirts as a nightshirt…because she is a puppy and is playing with her boys. She barks. She gets on the furniture. She is a puppy.

he is a puppy who went to get spayed this week.

The house was deadly quiet. I didn’t run. I had no company while plodding around first thing in the morning. Noah, Sam and Aidan separately then together talked about missing her. Noah sat in her crate.
Scott brought her home today and if the surgery didn’t slow her down or change her demeanor at all. She was so happy to see the boys showed them and life with a puppy is back to normal. Having a puppy is an awful lot like having a baby with all the patience and trials that come along with it. When we ran tonight, yes she wanted to run, she got some energy out that she needed to then came home and hung around in the kitchen with us without jumping, barking or eating off the table. Tomorrow we’ll run again, reward the good behavior, redirect the bad behavior, run off the excess energy, love her lots, wash, rinse and repeat.

Oh yes and we also have a second cat, guppies and snails.