Hannah has broken her nose. There, I've said it. oh gosh it looks bad, but she's amazing, happy, calm, says it doesn't hurt anymore. We were coming in from the park yesterday, and she was indulging in her new passion, which is running. Very well, and very fast. She turned the corner on our front path and fell straight into the CONCRETE steps, no hands. Hit the bridge of her nose on the CONCRETE step. Screamed like you'd expect of such a nasty injury, none of this skinned-knee blubbering, this kid was hurting. Within an hour it was fat, and got fatter as the night wore on. A trip to emerg before bed confirmed that she was indeed safe to go to sleep and that there is nothing to be done but wait for the swelling to go down and then hope it healed straight. For now, she has the exact nose of the boy Rocky in that Cher movie Mask. And it's all purple and grey. It's hard to look at her sweet face, but she is her same old self. I just want it to heal and shrink. Now!
We had a lovely Christmas, and now have a great choice in games to play. The children got great games and I gave Kit a couple new ones, so between the 4 of us we're playing at the kitchen table alot. Both kit's parents and my Mom and Al were able to come to our house, and in a rare show of letting go of all control, I let Susan and Cheryl make everything for dinner. I bought ice cream for dessert. It felt pretty good, and I think I'm quickly going to get the hang of this whole 'letting go' thing. I made quick work of my remaining To Do list items, by simply crossing them off and deciding they weren't that important anyway. Yes!
But like all lessons, they aren't learned in a vacuum. Now I need to learn to NOT do things. As in relax, lie about, read for pleasure. So far it's not going well. The urge to go shopping is strong. I can only stop myself by remembering that I do not need anything, and that if I go look, I will go buy. So I'm staying put. Mom and Al are sticking around for a few days, and I hope to take advantage of Al's shared inability to relax/need to do things, and give him a few simple projects to work on for me. See how I can take my life learning and use it to help others? Gives me that warm fuzzy feeling.
I am listening to some great music these days. The new Be Good Tanyas, an Alberta band called Nathan and the newest Decemberists cd are all getting lots of play in our home. Kit is trying to devote more time to his own music playing. He has acquired a banjo and wants to get into some great banjo stylings, so he often plays along with the banjo parts in those cd's I've ben playing. Seems banjos are the new thing to play. I'm thinking I could try getting into the piano again. My Dad sent us an electric piano for Christmas, and I think if I can find the music for some artists I like online I could be motivated to plunk away at it a bit. We shall see if either of us actually stick to these whimsical ideas.
I have no pictures of Hannah's sadly inflated face, so don't ask.
Now that Christmas has somewhat 'passed', I feel I can no longer ignore or deny the fact that I'm due to have a baby in a few weeks. Whole thing is still just too 'far off', and I know it won't be real until I'm actually in pain. Then I'll click in and freak out. For now, I'm just staying in my bubble of denial. And still really want to eat snow or ice chips.
Sorry to end on a sad note, but I have some news. My friend Rachel passed away yesterday, after a nice Christmas dinner with her children and close family. She was at home in bed, with everyone there. She defied all odds by hanging on until Christmas, which was her goal. She'd been unable to digest any food after a tumour appeared in her stomach a few weeks ago, blocking her digestive tract entirely. She was a fantastic, loving woman who will be missed by many. If you'd like to see some gorgeous pictures of her you can visit the website her brother created for her: www.rachelslight.novatone.net/index.html I hope I can remember her each day, but I also know that as time passes, my own life will take over and she'll not come up as often. That is sad, and yet it is how life is. She leaves behind her dear husband Aaron, and two lovely children; Sumiko is 18 months and Cesar is 4.
I hope you've all had a lovely Christmas, wherever you are and whomever you're with. I hope to see each of you soon.
kisses
C
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