March 15, 2011

  • Madeleine is so fun.  Well, sometimes the screaming is a problem.  But there is lots of greatness going on there.  She was so upset that her birthday party wasn't going to be on her actual birthday.  I tried explaining about how Uncle Matt couldn't come on her actual birthday.  She seems to be resigned to it now, I think.  I think she's still a bit confused, as she says she's going to have just a little party on the day before her birthday, implying there would be something bigger on her actual birthday.  We'll do something for her, but not everyone in the extended family will be there. 

    The last few days she's been taking stickers, putting them onto colored construction paper, and then cutting them out.  She's been collecting a lot of them, and wants to give them to the guests on her birthday.  Today she told me that she'd give Uncle Matt his on the day before her birthday, since he couldn't come on her actual birthday.  Then she said she was going to make him a card, too.  It turns out she wants to give stickers and cards to everyone who comes to her birthday.  Of course, they might have to show up on the actual day if they want to get their cards and stickers.  I think only Matt gets a pass, since he works at night and couldn't come to an evening party. 

    Madeleine also keeps remembering that when we went to Seattle she got to eat some really yummy gummy snacks in the hotel.  She wants to write a book and put that in it.  I plan on writing a book about our Seattle trip with her today at my mom's.  If I'm not sleeping:  that Grant woke me up at 4 a.m. today, and I couldn't fall asleep till after midnight.  So, it's definitely nap time!

    I couldn't sleep well because I was thinking about the fragility of life and families ripped apart (note to my future self:  there was the earthquake in Japan which I've been following; it didn't bother me till just last night) and how my kids won't be cuddling with me forever, but will all die.  And if your faith is shaky there might be some doubt as to what happens after, and that's just a scary thing.  Oh, my poor kids.    Oh, poor humanity. 

    I guess for Lent suffering and death is an appropriate thing to meditate upon.  I'd really like Easter to come.