Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Mawwage

Sorry I took a couple extra days to post. I drove back from Utah on Sunday and have basically been on campus ever since. I think I stopped by the apartment to sleep last night - I can't quite remember anything existing before the library this morning. 

"Why were you in Utah?" you may be asking. There are about 4 main reasons people go to Utah: (1) to ski, (2) to see what's on the other side of the Rockies, (3) to get away from alcohol and dive into meth, and (4) to attend weddings. I was over there for the latter. Kira's brother got hitched, so we were over there for a couple of days (my brother also graduated, but Kira assures me that is not why we went). Kira decided to take advantage of the free, later ride back and so I'm home alone. I use the term "home" loosely; it means I'm on campus all day.

The timing worked out pretty nicely because I don't really have time to be lonely. I've been way too busy writing papers, preparing presentations, calculating partial eta squared, and so on. Kira sounds like she's having fun too, and Avey is usually happy regardless of where she is or what's going on. 

I apologize for having no pictures or videos for this post. Kira has the camcorder and the camera with her, so I'll post some when she gets back. 

Okay, now I've forgotten everything I studied before this post. I'd better get back to it. 

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Knowing Life

This week in my social psychology class we had a long discussion about humans' awareness of their mortality and the things they do to deal with it. Trust me, if you want a depressing discussion, that's a great one to have.

It seemed particularly potent to me at the time because just the week prior my mother and two youngest siblings had to put their dog down. I wasn't particularly attached to the dog personally, but perhaps by proxy through Avey. Avey loved Penny! She talked about her all the time, and anytime we told her we were going to Nanna's house, she would get excited about seeing Penny too. While there, Avey would watch her with a curious hesitancy, but never ceased to light up when she trotted through the room. 

So how do you explain to an 18-month-old who is just beginning to get some grasp of language what death is? How do we explain to her that Penny is gone and will not be coming back?

The afternoon after my class, Avey and I went to play in the sandbox for a while. She could sit for hours in the sand, picking up little fistfuls and letting it run out through her fingers. Every now and then, she'd want to share her experience with me and handed me a little fistful of sand too. "Nankoo" (thank you), she'd say as I accepted the gracious gift. 

And I got to thinking about the whole death thing. How nice it must be to be so small and unaware. My little angel has no concept of death. No clue that the magic of playing in the sand, feeling the breeze through her hair, feeling the warmth of the sunshine on her cheeks has any possibility of ending. She knows only life. And she relishes everything she is capable of experiencing at her age: chasing bubbles through the grass, listening to the birds chirping, watching squirrels jump through the tree branches, hearing music, wiggling her little arms to "dance", giving hugs to anyone and anything that will accept them, and reading Green Eggs and Ham in Daddy's lap. She is the embodiment of life. How I wish I had a little more of her deep love of everything that is life! 
And so sometimes I wonder; who's learning from whom?

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Bunny Attack

Avey's first Easter egg hunt was yesterday...

It's a tradition in Kira's family to get all of the cousins together and hunt eggs. For Avey's purposes, we probably should have called it an Easter egg "find". It took her a couple of minutes to see the point of the whole thing, but once she got it, she was in the zone. She found all the eggs we had "hidden" in plain sight and then I had to toss some where she wasn't looking so that she could keep up the search.

We're a little nervous now that Avey is going to think this is a regular, every-day occurrence and start dragging us out into the neighborhood, making us "hide" eggs in the grass so that she can put them in a bucket and clap. I have to admit though, it was quite a lot of fun for us adults too.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

If We Were Natives...

I've been thinking lately about what might make a good American Indian name for Avey. You know: something that would say something about her personality in a nutshell. Here are a few that I've come up with:

1. Munchkin Walks About
2. Hair Waves in the Breeze
3. Folds of Fat Down the Legs
4. Little Blue Eyes
5. Belly Fat Walking
6. Screams for Music
7. Never Stops Eating Hot Dogs
8. Stuck at Water's Edge (see post Narcissus for explanation)
9. Refuses to Nap
10. Lady Poops-a-lot (sounds a little more Medieval to me)
11. Little Eight Teeth
12. Demands it Now
13. Teeny Princess
14. Dances With Anything
15. Animals on the Brain
16. Messy Stinky Diaper
17. Makes a Mess of Anything
18. Nose in a Book
19. Chasing Squirrels
20. Gibberish Pours Out

Of course, I could go on and on, but those are some pretty good starters. Any other suggestions? I figure, with the way the economy is going, the people of the United States will probably all have to start living on the plains and hunting buffalo pretty soon, so we'd might as well all be thinking about spiffy names - just to be prepared. 

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

New Interesting Post

April Fools! Ha ha! You thought there was a new and interesting post! You should see your face right now!