<<     November 2008    

The (sort of) end.

thesuperheavy will be going through some major changes. Stay tuned.




In the meantime, I'm going to go be a mama...


Khoda Hafez.

Truly, Madly, Deeply

Nou says...

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!

Nekkid

Nou, like most babies I'd guess, loves being naked and I, like most mothers, revel in the soft perfection of her little wiggly body.

First friends

I've known and loved Sophia since she was eighteen months old, now she's eleven and the most amazing first friend Nou could ever have. We were lucky enough to get a visit from Soph and her mom, Emily recently. Their family is one of the few things I truly miss about Seattle.

'Cause that's the way I like it...

Don't hold her all the time. Teach her to sleep on her own. She needs to learn to be independent. You'll spoil her...
Whatever.

Nou and I have a nice symbiosis going on. I hold her 23 hours a day and she's happy and content pretty much all the time. Yes, I hold her every moment I possibly can. The truth is, I like it this way. I feel naked without her. I miss her on those very rare occaisions when I actually put her down once she falls asleep. I sleep with her in my arms. I eat with her in my arms. I even work with her in my arms (I've had enough practice now that I've been able to move beyond the crippled one-handed typing of six weeks ago.)

Does this make me an over-indulgent parent? Do I risk spoiling her tiny little ego into thinking the world will always work this way? You know, I strongly doubt it. And soon enough she'll be her own little person, out in society, ripe for getting her feelings hurt, ready for disappointments galore. Why on earth would I prime her for all that real-life-muck when she's just barely three and a half months old? As if in some bizarre campaign towards fortification against future hurts. Nope, I'm going to hold this baby and carry this baby and continue to wear this baby until my arms give out and my back says 'No.'

Those eyes...

I love this picture... she looks like she's so sweetly begging for something (maybe a matching outfit??)

It's about time.

Feels like we can breathe again, only three months until we get to see some real change around here... Honestly, it was starting to feel like it was just too late.

I coud not believe it when they called the election at 9:01. We'd been watching the states come in, one at a time for about an hour - Obama winning just about everything and then some; turning states that had been red for decades upside down with his campaign. With his difference. With his blackness, I suppose... It is utterly amazing, and wonderful. Never in my life have I been more excited about a presidential election. And from the looks of things on the streaming CNN coverage we picked up last night online, millions of other people feel the same way.

Finally.

Congratulations Obama!!!

So glad to have you...

You think my smile is cute?

Check out my Uggs!

Nou's first pair of 'shoes'...

The East Wenatchee School for Wayward Girls

We had a really fun Halloween evening, hanging out together with Nou dressed as a big orange Jack O' Lantern and passing out treats to all the local little ghouls. Hamid, still new to the concept, had a blast and was so much fun. It's my first real Halloween since being back in the States and Hamid's first altogether (last year simply doesn't count... we kind of forgot about it after carving pumpkins at my parents' house and ended up handing out our stash of Clif Bars to the very few local kids who came around) but it seems our new temporary home of East Wenatchee, Washington takes the event very seriously. Tons and tons of kids showed up dressed in the usual range of make believe: military men, race car drivers, cheerleaders, vampires, teddy bears, cartoon characters and super heroes... I think we saw the entire Justice League come through last night.

There was actually quite a lot of creativity in some of the costumes - one kid was a two headed monster, another was half angel/half devil. One tiny little thing was dressed as Gwendolyn and had the most exquisite eye makeup applied to her teeny tiny face. Her dad and I chatted in knowing voices about that difficult moment when you realize your daughter is a beauty. She was four. I marveled, literally in awe, at the way some of the older little girls were dressed and wondered if they had parents or if there was a School for Wayward Girls nearby that had let out for the evening. And then, a St. Pauli Girl who must've been about 16, complete with cleavage and belt-masquerading-as-mini-skirt (a la Milla Jovovich, who I love, but who is also like, 32...) showed up at our door with her equally scandalous friends, and I started to notice that even in the freezing cold Eastside autumn night were so many of these little, LITTLE, girls barely dressed at all.

I know, I'm aging myself here -and it probably wasn't all that long ago I was a schoolgirl for Halloween myself with plenty of leg and a Burberry tie (as yet, one of my favorite costumes!) but STILL!

I'm noticing little girls more and more lately, as it dawns on me that Nou will one day, fairly soon, be her own fashion victim (rather than mine...).

What does it feel like to have a teenage daughter? We're already anticipating these things and while emailing back and forth with a client last night (who has two teenage daughters all her own, both very pretty, very sophisticated New York kids) I asked her, point blank: "Is it simply terrifying to have beautiful teenage daughters?" Her reply both disarmed me with yet another dose of 'what's in store' - and made me laugh out loud:

"... You take what you can get... And you work with what you have... And you hope that they tell you most things because they are not going to tell you everything. At least now they are bundled up in fleece and flannel watching horror movies and texting the Canadian boyfriend (who is great because he is Canadian and therefore practically imaginary)."