One Woman’s World

Two year olds love yo-yos. They watch you working the magic, and when it’s their turn, they hold the end of the string, fling the little whirly ball to whack into the floor, and if they are my two-year-old… they yell, “I love it!” And then they grab the string and start again.

My two-year-old also has started saying sorry in odd moments. Like the other day when she crawled to the end of my sister’s couch and leaned over the edge just a little too far trying to reach an oh-so-tempting pile of Christmas presents. And then she toppled over the edge so that all we could see after the thud was her little toes sticking up and waving above the arm of the couch, and she called, “Saweeee. It’s okay.” We were so glad she saw fit to reassure us. Merry Christmas Beanie. Sawee!

I am a wicked procrastinator. It’ s amazing how much I can put off doing things that need doing, filling in the minutes with “minutiae” while ignoring the truly important stuff. Man, I’m a silly girl. Maybe I should evaluate that in my New Year’s Resolutions.

And smoked oysters. Oh how I love them. They taste like Christmas. I adore them. And nothing you can say will change that for me.

And that’s it. Because if I wait to blog until I’ve got something powerful and lovely to say… this post will be saved as a draft like all the others I’ve started and never finished. And that will never do.

My husband eats the whole apple. Yes, I know it seems weird to you if you’ve never done it. If you’re grossed out, try it sometime. It’s a little harder texture in the middle, and I still don’t routinely do it, but I have tried it, and it’s really not that strange.

Tonight I bought him kiwis. Delicious, flavorful kiwis. He grabbed one and started right in. He just ate right through it, fuzz and all. I was weirded out.

Me-You’re eating the fuzzy part.
Him- Yeah.
Me-What are you doing? You don’t eat the fuzzy part.
Him-I do.
Me- You eat the whole thing? That’s gross
Him- Yeah. Of course. It’s not gross. It’s just part of the kiwi.

And then it hit me. The way he eats fruit is so symbolic of his whole personality. He just rolls with the punches. He accepts the good with the not so delightful. He loves life with its ups and downs and doesn’t get caught up in the minor details.

He has never minded my “fuzz.” He has never seemed taken aback by my “core.” He has never stopped to wonder if most people would be bugged by some part of me. He just likes me. All of me. Because all the things–even the not-so-wonderful parts–are part of me.

And he loves me.

And I am the luckiest woman on earth.

I’m glad I married a man who eats the whole apple.

…are conspiring together to bring down someone in the Daring Young Mom’s geographical region. My sister, Kathryn, from Daring Young Mom (I’d put a link, but there’s no point today) would like the word out that she is out of electrical/internet commission as a result of being smitten by the third natural disaster in the course of the last month. Just a teaser of what you have to expect in blogging stories when she and her local server come back up online: She was concerned about a tree that might fall on her neighbor’s house, as it was leaning precariously. She stood on their doorstep to warn them, knocked twice, and crunch. The tree fell through their garage right next to where she was standing.

This and much more you may expect when power comes back on to her server. For now, know that besides being stuck without power and heat, the Daring Young Family is doing alright!

What to get for the husband? It’s SO not fair that his birthday falls the week of Christmas and I have to think of enough to fill both holidays all at once. I’m throwing out the question to the internet, hoping for help. Can you help me?! Christmas/birthday gift ideas for hubby that will be under $50.00 I only have $50.00 left, but what to get him in that range has me stumped. In addition, I may take back one of his other gifts. I’m still debating, so what do you suggest? Please people, I need some inspiration.