Tuesday, January 3, 2012

To-Do List of 2012

I love lists. I make all sorts of lists. Menus, grocery shopping lists, to-do lists for busy days, check boxes for work. Sometimes I make lists that include things I have already done, just so I can have the delicious satisfaction of crossing things off my list.

Much more ambitious than a list for a day or a trip to the grocery store is Project 52, the creation of Karen and Jennee. A list of goals for the year, Project 52 gives me the chance not only to make the list, but to have support as I go through the year, crossing things off.



I enjoyed this so much last year that I am participating again this year. I've been thinking of my list for over a month, and am so excited to finally make it real, to write it down, so that I can get on with the best part: crossing things off.

1. Find one drawer/closet/cupboard to clean out each month.
2. Get to know my neighbors.
3. Finally overcome my blogging insecurities, and submit posts for SITS (if you have any ideas for posts of mine that you have liked, let me know.)
4. Visit Chicago again.
5. Plan a great spring break vacation.
6. Get a rain barrel.
7. Start posting my menus on my blog.
8. Share some recipes.
9. Get a plant for inside my house.
10. Visit three new places.
11. Get serious about finding a job, meaning I actually have to submit my CV or talk to an actual person.
12. Break out the oil paints and put brush to canvas.
13. Cook with an ingredient I have never used before. Do this three times.
14. Do the Couch-to-5K program.
15. Make a bedtime and stick with it.
16. Make new chore charts for the boys.
17. Send a handwritten letter to 5 friends.
18. Do something special for turning 30.
19. Donate money to something.
20. Get through my anesthesia question book twice.
21. Introduce my boys to art.
22. Get my boys in the kitchen cooking with me.
23. Get a pedicure.
24. Make bread.
25. Go to a drive in movie theater.
26. Go ice skating.
27. Ride a train.
28. Read a parenting book.
29. Learn to take a compliment.
30. Do three home improvement projects.
31. Plant a garden.
32. Make maple syrup.
33. Visit two museums.
34. Volunteer at the school.
35. Start family sharing at the dinner table.
36. Get a better handle on our finances.
37. Write at least 10 blog posts a month.
38. Dance in the rain with my children.
39. Make a baking soda-vinegar volcano.
40. Work on the boys (not so) baby books.
41. Print some of my pictures.
42. Clean the garage.
43. Ride my bike to work at least 10 times.
44. Visit family.
45. Invite friends over for dinner.
46. Let go of the clothes that don't fit.
47. Buy myself flowers twice.
48. Surprise Hubster with a date night.
49. Sew something.
50. Sign the boys up for swimming lessons.
51. Go camping three times.
52. Actually, for all seriousness, get my passport.

52 items feels like a lot. But that's where Project 52 and all the support that comes with it is so wonderful. I can remember that I have an entire year to do all these things, working at them slowly a week, a month at a time. I may not get everything done. But the goal is to have something definitive to show for the year, to cross things off.

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Pictures for 2011

There are hours left of this year. This year has been busy, exhausting, amazing, surprising, and a hundred other adjectives. This year has seen a trip to Utah, the celebration of 10 years of marriage, the start of dental school for Hubster, Monkey head off to kindergarten, and Bug get glasses.

There are many ways to summarize a year, either in blog posts, numbers, or stories. But I'm going to do it in pictures, because too often my words fail to capture what I'm trying to say. There is not necessarily one picture for each month, but rather pictures of my favorite moments of the year.












This has been a year focusing mostly on family. It has been a good year, full of story times, small adventures, long call shifts, and family dinners. I expect nothing else from next year.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

The Books of 2011

At one point, when I had a lot of time (seriously, when was that?), when I read a book, I would instantly write a review of it. It allowed me to reflect on my thoughts about the book and share them with others.

It has been over a year since I have shared any book reviews. I kept thinking that I would catch up. But I found that months after reading a book, the details, both of the story and of my thoughts, have faded. There as no way to make an single post for each book. So, instead, I will review the books I remember reading in 2011 (and maybe 2010 as well).

The Help by Kathryn Stockett

Set in 1960 Jackson County, Mississippi, this amazing book follows a young white woman who decides to tell the stories of black maids. These amazing women are at first hesitant to share their stories. Stories that have to do with the shame of having to use separate bathrooms, of leaving their own families to work for wealthy white women, of the abuse and death of their loved ones. Slowly, Skeeter, the free-thinking, spirited white girl, gains their trust and their stories. As she does so, she comes to realize that these women see every thing, they know every thing about the families they serve, but they are not granted any respect. How can they raise white children, only to have those children grow up and treat them the same way their parents did?

This book was absolutely amazing, the best book I read all year. I always feel proud of myself for reading books before they were made into movies. This book, I just felt proud to have read.

Water For Elephants by Sara Gruen

Ready to start a successful career, Jacob Jankowski suddenly finds himself struck by tragedy. In his desperation to escape, he jumps aboard a train. Chance would have it that is a circus train. Jacob slowly become a member of the circus as the keeper of the animals. However, he also becomes involved in the lives of the circus members themselves. There is brutality, selfishness, and greed, anything necessary to put on a good show. Jacob, the only character who tries to remain good, is often the victim in this story that is so much more than just a circus novel. This book was full of beautiful details about post-Depression circuses, alive with color and sound and activity. Although at times it was a little overly explicit, it was still a fun read.




Wicked by Gregory Maguire
What does it mean to be wicked? Is good and evil just like history, dependent on who writes the story? That theme is at the heart of this amazing novel, set in the land of Oz, well before Dorothy ever arrived. Told from the view point of Elphaba, a green skinned girl, who, because of her obvious differences, is an outsider from the very beginning. Through her eyes and through her life, we are given a very different Oz, one where the Wizard of Oz is politically corrupt and attempting to create inequalities for talking animals and Munchinlanders. Elphaba does her best to combat the inequalities. And we cheer her on, because she is not the Wicked Witch of the West, but a brave, independent woman. However, she finds herself on the wrong side of history and is destroyed by a little girl with red shoes. Dark and serious, full of commentary on religion, politics, and concepts of fate and free will, this book is worth the read.




The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams

Just before the Earth is destroyed, Arthur Dent is saved by his friend Ford Prefect, someone he assumed was human, but is actually a researcher from another planet. Faced with being planetless, Arthur travels along since Ford throughout the galaxy, from one strange adventure to the next, along side characters such as Zaphod Beeblebrox, the eccentric President of the Galaxy, Trillian, a human like Arthur, and Marvin, a depressed robot. I adored this book, full of wry humor and commentary on the search for the meaning of life. After all, how many books will give you the answer to the meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything?




The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

Set in World War II Germany, The Book Thief is the story of Liesel, a young foster daughter of poor parents. With no money and little happiness, Liesel attempts to improve her life by stealing, not money or food, but books. Reading these books, along with listening to her father's accordion's music, Liesel is able create some joy, a sense of normalcy. But the narrator of the book belies any joy that might be found in the story. For the narrator of the story is Death. When Hilter is taking over the world, and there is a Jew hidden in the basement, and a girl is stealing books, Death is an appropriate narrator. This book is heart-wrenching, beautiful, and worth reading.




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Those were my top five books this year. I know I read more great books, but I just can't remember.

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Other books I read but didn't enjoy that much:

The Rule of Four by Ian Caldwell: This book attempted to be what Dan Brown's The DaVinci Code and Angels and Demons were, but fell well short. Based on an interesting premise of an ancient writing holding valuable secrets, this book made several mistakes. First, the ancient writing was obscure and not one that any casual reader would have heard of or be interested in. Second, the book failed to make any point as to how the hidden secrets might have any relevance to modern life.

The Maze Runner Trilogy by James Daschner: I read this in an attempt to fill the void left by finishing The Hunger Games. And I think the author also desperately wanted to do this. While the first book starts out just fine, the entire series based in a futuristic world plagued by a horrible virus falls flats. It attempts to examine themes of human experimentation, the concept of the greater good, and effects of biological warfare, but comes off disconnected. Many parts of the story never come together, are never explained, and the greatest mysteries remain just that.

The Forest of Hands and Teeth by Carrie Ryan: A post-zombie apocalyptic novel, literally, this story follows Mary, a girl growing up in an isolated village surrounded by a zombie filled forest. This book, and the other two in the series, are everything a zombie novel should be. A little scary, a little gory, and a little romantic. But they never jumped from being those little things to being big anything.

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Trying to remember all the books, let alone the details of the books, was difficult. Next year, I'm going to do a better job. Or just read fewer books.

What did you read this year? What books did you love and what books did you hate? What should I read next year?

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Project 52: The 2011 Finale, Part 2

I'm just going to jump in with items #27-52. If you're interested in my success with goals #1-26, check it out here.



27. Read 5 non-work related books. Done. In fact, my goal next year should actually be to limit my non-work related reading.

28. Work on my kids' baby books at least once. No. Not once.

29. Figure out this baby planning thing. I have no news in this category.

30. Start looking at jobs. I've done a lot of casual talking about jobs. I'm going to start getting a little more serious about it later this winter.

31. Try to go visit family in Utah. We did this. The trip was wonderful. The boys' first time on an airplane was less wonderful.

32. Visit the farmer's market 5 times during the summer. Done. This is almost weekly during the summer. I miss the farmer's market.

33. Inner tube down a river. Done. This is one of my best summer memories.

34. Go skiing. Done.

35. Take my children to 3 different museums. I think we only made it to two different museums. So mostly done.

36. Host a dinner/barbecue at my house. No. I kept trying to do this, but schedules and weather just didn't cooperate.

37. Go antique shopping. Yes. We got Hubster's parents great gifts from a small, local antique shop.

38. Schedule date night with Hubster at least once a month. I need to stop making this a goal. It's not that Hubster and I don't like each other and wouldn't like to have a monthly date. But this is just never going to happen. We went on dates four times this year. When we realized that actually getting out of the house was going to be too much work, we decided to have home dates, where we would get take-out, rent a good movie, and put the kids to bed early. Both of those attempts ended up with me asleep on the couch in less than 20 minutes. I know that we need to make ourselves and our relationship a priority, but this will have to happen outside the constructs of a "date night."

39. Get a better sleep schedule. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Ha. Ha.

40. Scan my wedding pictures into my computer. Nope. I didn't even look at my wedding pictures once this year.

41. Take a multivitamin daily. I should never make a goal with the word "daily" in it.

42. Look into getting a pet with fur. I think that the boys are starting to break Hubster down. I can see little cracks in his anti-dog resolve. I think we should be ready for a dog in the next five years.

43. Get a rough draft of my research project. Done. Although I have come to hate the research project with a passion normally reserved for spring snow storms and texting divers.

44. Go ice skating. No. Although the boys ask to go all the time. Maybe we will go this week.

45. Make jam. No. I'm not really sure why this ever was put on the list.

46. Study 1 hour a day, 5 days a week for at four weeks in a row. Yes. But I haven't really done much studying since accomplishing this goal.

47. Calculate my monthly grocery budget. Yes.

48. Start my blogging project for my boys. Yes, such as seen here and here. I had wanted to do it every month. But nothing is ever going to happen that frequently.

49. Get our home videos transferred to DVD. No. But I think I have just found a good winter break activity for Hubster.

50. Organize my children's boxes of art work. Kind of. I moved all the artwork from several small boxes to one big box. I'm not sure if that is progress or not.

51. Volunteer for something at my kid's school. Yes. I volunteered at the school carnival. It was fun and I would love to be more involved.

52. Get my hair done. I actually did, but it was so long ago that it almost doesn't count. I am ending the year just as much in need of a haircut as I started it with.

My subtotal here is 14/26 (including partially, mostly-finished goals). And in grand total (I feel the need for a drum roll), I completed 31/52 goals, or 60% (if we are rounding, and the rules of mathematics are in my favor here.)
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This was a busy year. This would have been a busy year even without Project 52. But Project 52 let me make a list of things I wanted to get out of this year. This was a good year. This would have been a good year even without Project 52. But Project 52 let me makes dreams for the year and actually see some of those dreams come true. This was a successful year. And yes, it would have been a successful year even without Project 52. But Project 52 allowed me the chance to make a list, check it off, and celebrate each goal along the way.

Thank you, Karen and Jennee for putting this together. I'm so excited to do this all again next year. (And I need you to come up with really great lists yourself, because I'm about 10 items short.)

Monday, December 26, 2011

Snapshots of Christmas

There is no picture (at least one that I can take) that would ever capture the pure magic that was in the air when Bug and Monkey woke us up at 6 am to open presents. They had already pillaged their stockings. In the still pitch black of the early winter morning, they were dancing around our room, attempting to stifle giggles that were spontaneously erupting from both of them.

When asked who woke up first, they both shouted, "Me!" Bug has woken up and scurried down off the top bunk to wake up Monkey, only to discover that he was already awake. I still have no idea what time they work up, since by the time they were not-so-quietly whispering "Merry Christmas" into our sleep heavy ears, all the stocking gifts were opened, played with, and the treats were consumed.

There is no picture to capture the undiluted happiness gleaming from their faces, but there are also no good works to capture Christmas day.

Even with a picture being worth a 1000 words, I still feel that these barely tell the story.

Here are snapshots of "the happiest day of the year."








What the pictures fail to capture is all the laughter, the frantic roaring noises Monkey made as he opened each present, the countless times the boys paused from their gifts to run over to Hubster and me to hug us and say "Merry Christmas." There are no pictures capturing us eating our fancy Christmas dinner in our pajamas. There are no pictures capturing my expression when Hubster surprised me with this...


There may not be pictures to perfectly capture the day, but there are wonderful memories tucked away.


I hope every one of you had a wonderful day, a day where words and pictures are not enough.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve is my favorite day of the entire year. I love it even more than Christmas Day. There is something so magical in the anticipation. The planning and dreaming and waiting are never anticlimactic.

During daylight hours, caramel popcorn was made and paper snowflakes were cut (to make up for the complete lack of snow outside).

Latkes have been eaten for Christmas Eve dinner.

There is only one door left to open on the Advent Calendar. All the carols that I tucked in each box, along with the chocolate, have all learned and sung.


Christmas Eve presents have been opened.


Christmas stories have been read (My Penguin Osbert, The Grinch Who Stole Christmas, The Night Before Christmas, The Polar Express, and the New Testament Christmas story), while wearing new pajamas.


Now, the boys are finally tucked in and asleep (hopefully with visions of sugar plums).


The stockings are filled and hanging from the mantle.


The presents are all tucked under the tree.


Tomorrow is Christmas. I know that it will be wonderful. And it's the anticipation of how wonderful tomorrow will be that makes me happy. Tomorrow, it will be a loud jumble of boxes and paper and laughter. Tonight, it is quiet, beautiful, and full of wonder. Tonight, it is my favorite time of the year.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

(Semi)Traditional

I think of us as a young family. I still like to think of Hubster and I as very young parents and our boys as very young boys.

However, this will be the 10th Christmas Hubster and I have spent as a family. Along the way, we have collected a few traditions. There have also been things that we have done that I thought would be traditions. However, when we moved halfway across the country, or when my busy schedule overtook family like, some things got lost along the way. I've spent time mourning the traditions that are no longer. But what I'm starting to realize is that they didn't matter so much. The things that really mattered are the things that we still do, no matter where we live, or how crowded the schedule.

So despite us being a "young" family, ten years is plenty of time to have traditions, the things we "always" do.

There has always been an outing to pick a Christmas tree. Yes, it's taken place at different venues, from small tree lots to national hardware stores to local tree farms. But there is always an outing and there is always a real tree.

There has always been It's A Wonderful Life. I don't think I've gone a single Christmas without watching this movie. Last year, I hesitantly watched it with the boys, worrying that they would be put off by the length, the seriousness, or the black-and-white. But they loved it and we are excited to watch it again this year.

There are always paper snowflakes. Some of my earliest childhood memories involve making paper snowflakes. Each year, we still cut them out and tape them to the windows and hang them from the ceiling. This year, it may be the only snow we get.

There are always cookies with the cookie press. I always feel too busy to make cookies, but without fail, there is time for butter cookies, pressed into wreath and tree and star shapes and covered with sprinkles.

There has always been Christmas Eve story time, where we read The Polar Express, The Night Before Christmas, The Grinch Who Stole Christmas, and the Bible Story. I get choked up and cry without fail.

There will always be latkes for Christmas Eve dinner, a reminder that there was Judaism before there was Christianity.

There will always be early Christmas mornings, with stockings and presents and monkey bread.

And even if many of these traditions fall away as time goes on and we stop being a young family and start being a grown family, there will always be the memories.