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Late For School

November 18, 2008 by Kathryn

Thank you so much for all of your kindness as I’ve been going through this rough time. It’s not hard to be open about my struggles when I get such a gracious and loving response.

It’s amazing how fast the hard times come and how quickly they begin to recede with faith, prayers, friends, good medical care and prescriptions, and a weekend spent sitting on an island watching the sunset with your main schmoop and zero small people.

Dan and I had planned a getaway for this past weekend months before my brain glitch last month happened. It’s the first time we’ve gone away for a weekend without the kids in the nearly six years since Laylee was born and I feel sure that all the planning and timing were no accident. Someone knew I’d need some extra relaxation to help get over the worst of my panic and anxiety.

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Now we’re getting back into our routine and it seems strange that just days ago I was swallowed up in so much fear and panic. I’ve been sleeping in, grateful to be sleeping well again and we were a bit tardy getting Laylee to kindergarten this morning. I apologized and she sensed the stress in my voice.

“It doesn’t matter if I’m late for school Mom. It just matters that I’m alive. Come on, man!”

Yeah, yeah. Peace, love and all that jazz. I’d still like to avoid excessive and habitual late slips. But I enjoyed the sentiment. There is wisdom in our young ones. Upon arriving back home, Laylee’s favorite song “I Know Karate” (see embed below) was playing on the cd player and Magoo begged me not to go inside until it had finished.

So we stayed in the car as I unleashed the artistic fury of my funky greatness. Rolling fists, flashing jazz hands and bobbing my head like a skanking Rastafarian. Hey. My car dancing moves are limited because my mobility is restricted but I can still bust a move in a manner pleasing to children under the age of six. Magoo parroted my every motion and when the song finished he exclaimed, “I did it. I could do all of it!”

And his moves were passable. I hope they serve him well in his life. Maybe he’ll report back to me about how they’re working for him. Perhaps in junior high sometime. Maybe his peers will report back even more emphatically.

Filed Under: Love and Marriage

My Favorite Husband — Mother’s Day Edition

May 11, 2008 by Kathryn

And the award for My Favorite Husband Mother’s Day 2008 goes to… SLASH THOMPSON!!!!
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This is a picture of us dressed up to play Rock Band this weekend with some crazy friends. Dan went all out with the nose ring and wig this time. He even painted on a gold tooth. No one can ever say that man’s not fly because he is.

Not only is he fly but he’s also the recipient of the MFHMD2008 award and I will tell you why. This year for Mother’s Day Dan asked me for a few gift ideas. I typed out a wish list, complete with links to websites, and then gave it to him way too late for him to order anything on the list in time for Mother’s Day. So he improvised.

I’m trying to consume less after following one of my reader’s advice to watch this video. When I do need something, I’ve been trying to buy more things second hand or from companies that follow fair trade practices.

On my wish list I’d asked for a fairly-made recycled glass pitcher, glass because it’s free of the toxins commonly found in plastic. (Yes I’m being assimilated by the granola-ites.)

Pitcher PerfectSo Dan took the kids to a giant antique shop where he spent over an hour walking them through the entire maze of breakable treasures looking for the exact right pitcher for me. He said he passed up several along the way, wanting to make sure he found one he knew I’d like. Be still my heart, it’s perfect! “Recycled” in the truest sense of the word, BPA-free and lovely. He couldn’t get me exactly what I wanted in time for Mother’s Day so he paid attention to the REASONS behind what I was asking for and got me something better.

At the store he let Laylee pick through every piece of jewelry she could find, advising her on my tastes. “Yes that IS pretty, but mom doesn’t really like to wear heart-shaped jewelry.” Heaven bless him for guiding her to a pretty bracelet I will actually WEAR! On the way home from the antique shop, they stopped for flowers.

I slept in late this morning and woke to find Laylee had created an avalanche of drawings for me, all on the theme of love, moms, mudders and LOVE. Dan made scrambled eggs with extra cheese.

From Magoo I got new non-slip potholders that match my KitchenAid perfectly and to top it off, I was presented with the final season of the West Wing so I can discover again whether Matt Santos, Latino for President, beats Allen Alda to become the next leader of these United States in Imaginary Political World Where I’m a Staunch Democrat.

And they were nice to me all day. And they made me breakfast. And I got to eat off the special plate. And Magoo magically fell asleep in the car on the way home from church and let me carry him inside and rock him like a baby for the better part of an hour, something he hasn’t let me do for months. It was a great day to be a mom and a great day to be married to Dan. How was your Mother’s Day? Was it a great day to be married to Dan for you too?

Holy Cherubic Pudge!

Filed Under: Holidays, Love and Marriage, Poser in Granolaville

Who’s Your Daddy

March 12, 2008 by Kathryn

Ah, what a lovely day I had today. I tricked the kids into cleaning the house, ate Cadbury Mini-Eggs and lounged in my bed for several minutes while looking at clouds that I could tell were clouds because they stood out against the most amazing thing, patches of nearly blue Seattle sky.

It was also a good day because I got a full sleep last night, there were no time outs, no one wiped poop in their eyeball, and no produce fell out of my shopping bag and rolled under my car at the grocery store. Those are just a few highlights from yesterday. But yesterday’s over so we shan’t talk about it any further.

The only sad thing about my day was that I didn’t get to spend much time with Dan although the word is he wrote some wicked good ninja-worthy code at work today. The kids didn’t get to see him much either and that worries me a little. I think Magoo’s forgetting who his father is.

I went through a serious Guitar Hero phase a while back and whenever the be-wifebeatered computer-animated male lead singer with the greasy long hair would get up to belt his hard rock solos into the mic, Magoo would yell, “That’s MY DAD! LOOK MOM! IT’S M’DAD!”

“Yeah, he looks just like your dad. With more hair, less muscle on his arms, tighter pants, fewer sleeves, 10 quarts more oil in his hair, more rage and a face transplant. They could be twins!”

Then today in the car we were listening to a little Shaggy on the radio. Now I enjoy Shaggy as much as any mid-90s high school graduate but there came a point in the song where I didn’t much care anymore how fantastic or bombastic he was. As I changed the station, Magoo yelled, “Turn it back. I want the daddy one song.”

“Did you think that guy sounded like your daddy?”

“Yeah. I want to hear my daddy singing ”˜at song!”

So I switched the station back and he grinned, “That’s my daddy.”

I’m sure Shaggy would be happy to take credit for fathering half of the children in the known world but Magoo actually owes his existence to me and someone I like to refer to as my personal “lova lova,” Daniel P. Aloysius Berherkamer Thompson.

Filed Under: Love and Marriage

So You Think You Can Date…date…date…date? – Updated

November 29, 2007 by Kathryn

***Update – Eve has posted some awesome pictures and description of SYTYCD Live over at Seattle Mom Blogs. If you’re like me, the pictures will make you SCREAM!!! But then, you may be normal.***

Dan and I are on a dating spree. We dine. We movie-go. We hold hands. We send the babysitters of our town to college while draining our own children’s inheritances.

It started a couple of weeks ago with an 8-hour datestravaganza to a marriage seminar in Tacoma. The event was a little creepy and commercial but looking on the bright side, Dan says, “At least we have the memory to laugh about.” When the speaker feels the need to provide his own continuous repetitive soundtrack on a grand piano, you know you should have stayed home and rented Home Alone 3 again, instead of driving for an hour to listen to a guy sing-talk about marital bliss.

Alas, we’ll always have that memory emblazoned in our minds.

Then last weekend we snuck in dinner and a movie with Dan’s brother and his wife. Dan in Real Life was a big fat step up from personal soundtrack guy. I’d highly recommend it to anyone who loves Steve Carrell and can see the romance in bad dancing and burnt pancakes. Seriously. It was one of the most entertaining movies I’ve seen in months.

But tonight. Tonight was the big show, the date to remember, the 3 hours when Dan earned King Shuggy-Puddin Husband status for life. Tonight he took me to SOYOUTHINKYOUCANDANCE — LIVE!!!!! And he clapped and cheered and remembered the routines from last summer when I made him watch it with me every week until he was hooked and then he’d ask me to tape it for him when he had to work late and analyze the choreography and either really enjoy it or pretend to in a way that makes me want to just squidge him really hard and then learn a romantical Shane Sparks hip hop routine with him.

So we thought we could park… park…park…park?

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So we thought we could wait… wait… wait…wait?
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So the women thought they could take over the men’s restrooms… restrooms… restrooms… restrooms?
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Dan had to walk all around the building to find one that hadn’t been commandeered by the ladyfolk, but being the only male in Everett Events Center tonight, he had no trouble finding a free stall immediately. Okay, he wasn’t the ONLY male. There was one extremely happy young man sitting behind us squealing, “OhMyGosh, OhMyGosh, OhMyGosh!!!!” and one other husband who was carrying a large beer and appeared to be heavily sedated.

So we thought we could use binoculars… binoculars… binoculars… binoculars?

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So I thought I could squeeze Dan’s arm harder than I ever have during child birth… child birth… child birth… child birth? While screaming like a tween… tween… tween… tween.
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It was an amazing show, amazing. I cannot explain how amazing it was and I got to see it with my shmoop who knows the names of all the dancers and didn’t think I was nuts… nuts… nuts… nuts when I cried tears of joy through the first half and then was the only person on the balcony to give a standing ovation when the show was over. I really thought they deserved to be ovated. I still do. In fact. I’m standing as I type this. Squee!!!!!!

So this weekend we will explore Dan’s higher taste for the arts with a trip to Jazz Alley for the company Christmas party and a performance by the legendary Chick Corea and a chance to wear my high-heeled black leather boots and some red lipstick without raising questions about my career choices or hours of employment.

DAN!! I enjoy dating my husband!

Filed Under: Around Town, Love and Marriage

Don’t Put the Grocery Money in Your Bra

September 11, 2007 by Kathryn

At times, I have been known to spend money in a fashion similar to that of an imbibing mariner. This combined with my hatred of budgets and our need to put a new roof on the house has me and Dan taking drastic measures to save money. Each week we withdraw a small amount of cash from the bank to spend on groceries and other non-bill expenses. We spend the money carefully and when it runs out, we’re done. Period.

We’ve been doing it for a few weeks now and it’s amazing how much more aware I am of my usual spending habits when I run out of cash partway through the week and have to stay home to avoid buying the books, pomegranate drinks and “sale items” that seem to leap into my hands whenever I step out my front door.

The second week of our cash diet, Dan came home with a small stack of money. Since I do most of the family shopping, I get most of the cash and it came time for Dan to hand it over. He placed the twenties where any good husband would put several bills he was giving to his main lady friend. I giggled and forgot about it.

At Trader Joes that afternoon, I got up to the register to pay for my groceries and noticed that all my cash was missing from my wallet! Ack. I had just enough left from the first week to pay for my things and then I began to search frantically for the missing money. Up and down every aisle I dragged the kids, combing the ground with my eyes for a flash of non-edible green. NOTHING.

Sadly, I headed out to the car, loaded the kids and groceries and buckled my own seatbelt. Ouch. What was that? My shirt was so itchy. I pulled it away from my chest and looked down. Bingo!

It was a huge relief. I was relieved to have found the week’s money and relieved that Laylee was too young to ask me why I had lost it in such a strange place. I can only imagine the scene at the store if I’d discovered my lost allowance while at the register and dived in to retrieve it. From now on, I think I’ll use a wallet like a normal person.

Filed Under: Around Town, Love and Marriage, wardrobe malfunctions

Real Men Watch Victorian Romance Movies

August 15, 2007 by Kathryn

And they LIKE them!

Wives and Daughters finally came up in my Netflix queue last week and the first disc in the BBC miniseries arrived by mail much to my girlish glee and delight.

Dan got home from work when I was about halfway through the first disc and after a brief rundown of the major characters and their likeliness to make advantageous matches with each other, he was hooked. WHAT would happen to Miss Molly? What, indeed!

The disc ended at the most cliffhangerish of cliffhangers and we were left wondering whether a girl of nearly twenty would be doomed to remain a spinster, or more importantly, whether the 10 pounds her father provided for ribbons and gowns would be enough to make her quite suitable for the many balls she would attend in the meantime.

I sent the disc back and waited anxiously for the conclusion to arrive in my mailbox. Yesterday it DID! I asked Dan semi-sarcastically if he’d like me to wait so he could watch it with me. He said he really wanted to see what happened and we cuddled up to view the enchanting finale.

As the movie started, Stephanie’s husband who’s staying with us this week got home from work and asked what we were watching. When we told him he said, “Those shows can really hook you in, where you just have to know what happens next.” He decided to keep his distance.

10 minutes later I heard him sigh from the kitchen where he had been eavesdropping, “Oh FINE!” He headed over to the couch, dinner plate in hand, and plunked himself down next to Dan.

They commentated throughout the movie with me and hazarded guesses about what would happen next. They referred to the characters by their names and asked questions like, “Why does he get called ”˜Mr. Osbourne’ when they just call his brother ”˜Roger’?” and, “Wouldn’t that be hard to do in a corset?” They clapped their hands and laughed out loud at the funny parts and they cringed at the DRAMA OF IT ALL.

Dan held me like a baby during the moments of repressed passion and romance, the parts that left me clasping my hands to my tender bosom, whilst tears welled up in my eyes.

It was the best movie-watching experience of my married life. And when it was over and our house guest was safely out of earshot, I turned to Dan and said, “Oh, Mr. Roger. Would you take me upstairs?”

“Nothing could please me more,” he exclaimed and my heart grew three sizes.

Filed Under: Love and Marriage

The Promises We Make

April 15, 2007 by Kathryn

When we get married, we make a bunch of promises. Some we make in front of God, legal authorities and our Aunt Bertha. Some are lovingly whispered in a car late at night in front of your apartment. There are even some politely demanded before any sort of engagement takes place….

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Filed Under: Love and Marriage

Wishing You

February 14, 2007 by Kathryn

Pleasure

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Romance

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and Love

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Thank you Dan for the clean kitchen, the flowers and not raising your eyebrows as I drown myself slowly in chocolate.

Happy Decadent Holiday of Catholic Origin everyone!

If you’ve written about love today, leave a link in the comments. For now, go check out Jeana’s awesome post.

Filed Under: Love and Marriage

Tip Tuesday — Not Meant to Be

January 16, 2007 by Kathryn

Tips are now back on Tuesdays because, hey, I’m the boss of this blog.

My sister-in-law and her roommates used to always ask me for romance advice because I’m totally married so I know pretty much all there is to know about dating and romance. The advice was so good that a couple of months ago she set off on an 18 month adventure as the Mormon equivalent of a nun.

Good times.

Today please give me signs that a relationship is just not meant to be. Here are mine.

It’s just not meant to be if:

-You excitedly take the big step of going home with your true love to meet the fam, only to have him introduce you by saying, “This is Kathryn. She lives in my apartment complex and she didn’t have anywhere to go for Thanksgiving.”

-You have to call Delilah to find out what “your song” is.

Now you go…

Filed Under: Love and Marriage

Tip Tuesday — Summer Lovin’

August 29, 2006 by Kathryn

More than friends?Dan and I are rounding out 5 years of wedded bliss, and wedded bliss it has been, lassies. I love him dearly. Every once in a while I like to look back and remember our first kiss, a kiss which I will describe for you now….

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Filed Under: Love and Marriage

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