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September 19, 2001
My 4-year-old son, Max usually asks the lion’s share of “why” questions but I’m asking a whole lot of questions myself after last week’s bombing and declaration of war. Why do people murder people? Why do such horrifying things happen? How can someone think up the sick idea to hijack an airplane and fly it into a building and then decide yeah, that’s a great plan and actually do it?
Why? Why? Why?
I’m glad the twinners are too young to understand what’s going on and as for Max, I wish he didn’t have to ask the questions about killing and death that he’s asking thanks to a lunatic and his cohorts.
It’s so awful thinking of all of the bombing victims and their families. My heart goes out to everyone that knows someone that was hurt. I’ve had a hard time resuming my daily life because things seem so inconsequential in relation to what’s happened to this nation but one good thing is the solidarity this has forged between Americans. It was impossible to buy a flag here last week. They were sold out in the whole state of Utah and it’s my hope that it was the same in every state in this nation. Somehow we have to harness this unity because peace is worth fighting for.
LIFE GOES ON…
Even though it’s hard to focus I’m not letting these fanatics control me so…here’s the latest on Mr. Tsunami and Jake the Earthquake. Hope it makes someone smile today.
Yesterday Max was having a snack at our kitchen bar and Jake climbed up on a barstool (Eeeek! I fear that child will someday give me a heart attack by announcing he wants to scale Mt. Everest) but anyway, Jake made it up okay and looked at me expectantly so I (reluctantly) handed him a few Oreos (the king of messy cookies) and a minute later Tommy came in. Tommy started at Max at Jake sitting at the bar, noticed there wasn’t another barstool and said perfectly clearly (and with much dismay), “Darn!” Max and I couldn’t help laughing.
The twinners have recently decided to call me “Ma-Ma-Mom!” And they love to try on my shoes and clomp around. (Hopefully not a sign of cross-dressing at this age, right?)
Over the weekend I took all of the guys for haircuts at a Kids Cuts, a very kid-friendly saloon. I was very afraid (and sweating with dread before even setting foot in the door) but it turned out great, because the saloon felt sorry for me and assigned three staff members to drop everything and cut Jake, Tommy and Max’s hair at the same time. (See picture).
So my week was going pretty well, but then Max was almost sent to the (Oh, dread!) principal’s office. Yes, he is only in pre-kindergarten. Allegedly one of the girls in his class was dragging him into “the tunnel of love” (No, I do not want to know exactly what this means.) at recess. She told him he was her boyfriend and he “did not use nice words” in reply. It’s kinda funny, I guess. But the principal’s office at age 4. Not good!
The twinners love taking Max to school. They grab their shoes every morning and bring them to me demanding, “Doo! (shoe) Go bye-bye!” In light of everything that’s happened in the news lately I hug them close several times a day and they always lean over to give me a kiss. It makes me feel a lot better.
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