Monday, May 30, 2011

may 30th

It was a perfect day.

Although we legally did this a while ago, our wedding celebration was about as perfect as we could hope for - a small, intimate ceremony in the Japanese garden, followed by a pool party and barbecue at home.

It was humid and a little bit buggy, but Devin was there to give me away (probably would have booted me down the aisle if I'd given him the chance), Uncle Ken was there to perform the service, Kooka graced us with and acapella version of "Wherever The Trail May Lead", she and Leah baked two amazing wedding cakes, Punk put the finishing touches on the pool, Bob, Rachel and Alison took pictures (and Yoda)and so many of our friends and family showed up to help us celebrate.

We'll post more later, but for now - here are some of our favorite photos from the day . . . (thanks Bob) 

Uncle Ken leading the service

Devin's crew, Aunt Loretta, and Us . . .I don't even know what to say about this one.

Leah, Punk, Kooka and Yoda

Kooka reciting her vows.

Littlest flower girl

Saturday, May 21, 2011

lego expo

It's been a whirlwind week - but not so busy that Rico and Punk couldn't hit the LEGO expo in Minneapolis.  Punk was in heaven!

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

smarty pants

This is Yoda's new favorite toy. I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure she's looking for the word "prodigious."  Since I interrupted, the world may never know.

Then again, she's also the only one in the family who eats both Cheetos found under the couch, and her own bath soap, so maybe she's just looking up "pica".

the bucket list

Have you seen it?  It's the one where Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman take off on an extended adventure to cross off everything on life's "to-do" list.

Against my better sensibilities, Rico and I watched it last week.  Within two hours I was reduced to a puddle of emotional wreckage.

Most likely, it has something to do with my upbringing - or maybe everything to do with my upbringing, but movies like that - Steel Magnolias, Terms of Endearment, My Life - they all leave me with an overwhelming burden of desperate, urgency that lingers for days - sometimes weeks.  I start to wonder what was on my Mom's bucket list - she was only 28.  What was on my grandma's - she was barely 60.  And what was on my own. 

We talked about it as a family the other night - what we would do - how we would spend our time if we knew it was severely limited.

Rico would fly an ultralight plane.

Kooka would star in a movie or have a song on the radio.

Punk would want to ride in an old, abandoned mine like Indiana Jones.

And me?

Well, I sort of surprised myself.  Because, I only had two biggies - one already accomplished, and the other will be in a few weeks.

I've wanted to be a mom for as long as I can remember.  Even when MY mom asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would say to her - "Stop asking me that!  I just want to be a mommy OK!"  And here I am, 3 kids later with my only real wish already crossed off the list.  But Rico pushed the issue, until I finally realized the answer.

I would want to spend my time helping the four of them fill their buckets.  Nothing makes me happier.  So for now - here is my list:

- Watch Rico fly (and land) and ultralight plane
- Watch Kooka perform a song she's written (she's got quite a few)
- Hear Yoda say "mama" with some conviction
- Hold the Sunday paper with Punk's first comic published inside (as we plunged through an abandoned mine shaft)

I'm sure there will be more dreams, more wishes - but for now, my bucket's already pretty full.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

first words

I sort of hate to give him this one . . . especially since even he will admit that this child has been calling for me for a week (not by the right name - but by God, it's me she wants). 

Still, I concede defeat - here's his proof:

Sunday, May 8, 2011

game on

Somebody has a new pink tennis racket, and freshly opened can of pink tennis balls, which goes quite nicely with her freshly opened can of whoop-ass.

Kooka has a pretty killer swing for a little kid.

Looks like she takes after Grandma Terry in that department.

She's signed up for tennis camp this spring, and will no doubt improve. Since Rico is a wonderful player, and my game hasn't changed much since 9th grade,  it looks like I will be the first to get my butt handed to me.  I'm sure she can't wait.

Friday, May 6, 2011

best thing

Best thing this week:

Me - volunteering at Punk's school.

Other parent also volunteering.

She says, "Are you here to volunteer too?"

"Yes I am."

"Oh good.  I wasn't sure if you were a student or parent.  I thought you might be a little old for junior high, but just wasn't sure."

Sunday, May 1, 2011

good stuff

Since I was all too eager to share the mazzo pancake story, it is probably only fair that I give the guy his props as well.

Rico is a wonderful cook. There. I said it.
Much better than me. There. I said that too.

It's not that I am incapable of cooking.  I have a few great dishes up my sleeve, and am perfectly capable of following a recipe. I make the best popcorn, and am the only family member who doesn't burn the chocolate chip cookies.  But I have nothing on Rico.

He is making omlettes right now.  I don't know what's in them, and don't particularly care. I am pretty picky about breakfast food, but he's just that good. He can make something out of anything - like those bums in Stone Soup - which is quite possibly what we are eating.

Last week, when our cupboards could rival Old Mother Hubbard's he made some sort of breakfast quesadilla that Yoda and I both scarfed down in short order. I have no idea what was in that either. In hindsight, I realize that there was nothing to make them with except a potato, a bag of pixie sticks and a few fabric softener sheets.

Like I said - he's that good.