Dear friends, family and those people who will be offended if they don’t receive a holiday missive but from whom we’ve really grown apart:
This year been good to the short people, with both kids reaching major milestones: Madelena started preschool and Shawn Joaquin entered kindergarten. Gregg and I can claim no such accomplishments.
Shawn Joaquin has been described by his teacher as the “soul” of his class and is apparently very social and into film. He can describe in great detail plots from movies he’s never seen, and startles me with facts about places he’s never been. He recently told me all about Coney Island and how exciting it is; he garnered these Coney facts from his friend Nyeli in one of their many Deep Conversations in Small Chairs. At home he is the cuddler in the family, unable to see anyone else hug without launching himself at them to join in. He is constantly concerned with others’ feelings and goings on, which will either make him an exceptional husband or an equally exceptional stalker. Only time will tell.
Madelena is special in her own way. Thanks to her bilingualism, she’s able to tell me what’s what in BOTH languages, and is either called “Loquita” or “Miss Screamalot”, depending on how lovely she is that day. She is the boss of the household, and while her intelligence is sometimes used for evil (please give Mama back her keys and turn the engine off), it is more often used for good. While I am maddened by her defiance, I am equally impressed by her conviction. Since the world needs more smart, strong women I have decided not to squash her little soul like bug and instead to teach her how to use all that power in a more positive way. Until then she will get out of many close calls by being too cute for words.
Gregg and I continue to muddle along, doing boring but important things like working and bringing home the money to keep our children in bilingual schools and Gymboree clothing. In between we medicate our aging cat, rescue the new kitten from the window he fell out of, or chase down the dog that has once again run away thanks to her Pervasive Anxiety Disorder. We have both realized our mortality and work out religiously to stave off humped backs and atrophied muscles; one of us looks 20 years younger than reality and the other simply enjoys eating more to make up for the increased calorie needs. Every once in a while we have a Date Night, which often consists of going to a café to read in blessed silence and being back home and in bed by 10pm. To sleep. Ah, romance.
There were a few major events, with all of us but Gregg ending up in ER or the hospital for a few days. We had a couple of vacations with great pictures of children but with seemingly absent adults. Shawn Joaquin learned to cast at Packer Lake and left only one fishing pole at the bottom of the lake. Madelena learned how to tap dance and dance ballet, and delights in making everyone sit down to watch her dance in the predawn hours after we have been summoned there with a shriek.
All in all, we are glad to have each other and even more glad to have friends who have helped us get through, get over and to celebrate the many events of this year. So here’s a shout out to a few people who have helped us survive and celebrate: Kristel, who stayed up all night with me in ER and saw so much of me that we should just go ahead and get married. To Krista and Anna for their DVD deliveries for Shawn Joaquin during his recovery. To Jennifer, Marvella and Carrie for the delicious meals. To Rick and Christie for the poolside chats and afternoon champagne. To all the friends who I have not named and who will feel slighted and angry and think up ways to get back at me, but will put down that TP and shaving cream and forgive me long before they reach my house at midnight with evil in mind.
Happy holidays.