One morning last week, as we were walking into school, Lu fished around in her pocket for something. "Oh CRAB," she said. "What's wrong?" I said. "I can't find my chapstick." Oh crab, indeed.
Pardon Our Dust
We are in the process of transferring Planet Lu to a new place with a new name. Unfortunately, the new place wasn't qute ready to move into yet, but we'd already cut off the lights at the old joint. So hi. This will be cuter soon (nudge, nudge, Jason).
I Am Here
So, many of you know I've had been thinking about the issue of homelessness here and there for the past couple years, mostly because I've had to explain it to Lucy. Just this Thursday on the way to the airport, we passed a homeless man with a sign that said "Please help." Of course she wanted to know what kind of help he needed, what we should do, why we can't just help him right now.
Why can't we help him right now? Because we don't have cash. Because he might spend it on booze. Because he needs real help: a bed, a home, a community. The answers are so complicated, seeing homeless people is so uncomfortable, that we get overwhelmed. We look away. We pretend not to seem them: all these unfortunate souls, who for whatever complicated reasons have found themselves not only homeless, but also, identity-less. It's too much.
I am so happy to say (and forgive the plug), we can help right now. I have had the privilege of working on a project for Mobile Loaves and Fishes to raise awareness of homelessness and advertise mobile giving: help that homeless person you see right now by getting out your phone and texting a donation to Mobile Loaves and Fishes.
The theme of our campaign is "I Am Here." Imagine what it would be like if all those homeless ghosts we ignore everyday could be seen as human beings. And we could have an immediate way to help.
We're kicking off our campaign with an event where we're putting Danny, a courageous homeless man, and Alan, the fabulous founder of MLF, up onto a billboard for two days. Our goal is to raise the visibility of the cause and raise money to get Danny and his wife Maggie (who has had a stroke and is in a wheelchair) into a home through MLF's Habitat on Wheels program. Yes, it's a little crazy, but Alan's whole mission is to lift up the homeless. We're just doing that in a very dramatic way.
If you're driving down southbound I-35 April 27 or 28, look for our billboard. If you want to help Danny and Maggie get into their new home, send an instant $10 donation by texting "Danny" to 20222. To find out more about the project, visit our website. To keep up with the conversation on Twitter, follow the #iamhere hashtag (Mom, I will explain this later), and by all means, tweet and retweet. Or RSVP to the Facebook event to show your solidarity for the cause.
And to make a difference to another human being who's just saying, "I am here," a simple "hi" is a pretty good start.
Milostone: Teeth
Milo cut his first tooth last week, and another one is on the way.
This makes me strangely sad. There is something so tender about a big, gummy grin. Teeth are aggressive...especially when Mom is still the major food source.
Have I mentioned he is the cutest baby in the history of babies? Just wanted to make sure you knew that.
Lu at Kindergarten Rodeo
Milestone: Teenage Years Begin
The Disney princess shirt Lucy wanted to wear this morning was nowhere to be found. Jason told her she needed to pick another shirt. She refused, huffing, "Well, then I'm leaving." Jason said, "Yes, you are leaving. To go to school." Lucy: "NO, I MEAN I AM LEAVING THIS HOUSE AND NEVER COMING BACK."
Why Choose Violence?
Last night, Lucy was throwing an angry, kicking, screaming fit -- the kind she rarely has anymore, thankfully. The whole thing was so overacted she was practically chewing scenery. I hid in the bedroom trying not to laugh. Jason stood impassive in her room waiting for her to finish. Finally, she opened her arms and surrendered into a hug.
Super Dad Proof Point #42
I called Jason yesterday evening to check on him and the kids. "HORSES DON'T WEAR PURSES!" is how he answered the phone.
Horses don't wear purses? He was arguing with Lu. They were in Hobby Lobby, getting supplies to make her stick horse for the kindergarten rodeo, and she was plying him with other things to buy. Carting two children through Hobby Lobby before dinner is my idea of hell. I bid him goodnight and returned to the lovely wine and weather I was enjoying at the Hotel San Jose with some out-of-town coworkers. I mean, technically I was "working." But what Jason was doing sounded like a lot more work.
Did You Know...
...the Easter Bunny lives closer than Santa Claus? Because the Easter Bunny has to do something more complicated: you know, hide a bunch of eggs. And eggs are SUPER breakable. And Santa Claus just brings presents.
Ed. note: For those of you who haven't figured this out already, our Did You Know series is from Lucy herself. I can't make this stuff up.
School
Milo started daycare...I mean, uh, "school" on Monday. And guess what? I did not die. I did not cry. He did not cry.
This is clearly the right arrangement. He gets to spend every afternoon in the company of some nice people whose job it is to pay attention to him. We're doing a little juggling in the mornings, Jason, my mom and I, but so far so good.
They LOVE Milo at school. It is a sweet little church daycare with just a few babies, and I've spent a lot of time getting to know the place because Laney and Solly both go there. Every time I've come to get Milo they are holding him or playing with him and he is...happy. The only sad thing about the place is one baby, who's a little older than Milo and started school not long before Milo did, who always seems to be crying. The kid is having a hard time adjusting, but I am comforted by how hard the teachers are working to cheer him up (and also the fact that Milo is NOT crying all the time).
The stress of trying to do it all — all at the same time — has been lifted. I don't think I realized what a toll it was taking, but I am much better now.