Saturday, December 26, 2009

And this is why I hate Christmas*

Brigit: My penis hurts.
Me: That would be a trick.
Brigit: It hurts.
Me: Do you want me to look?
Brigit: No.

(Time passes, passes mostly in a fog of cold medicine and napping, which I hate, the napping not the cold medicine. The cold medicine is pretty and has good hair.)

Brigit: My bum hurts.
Me: Ok, it's time to have a look.

Do you know what I found in her pull-up? A Christmas tree needle. A fake Christmas tree needle. This never happens in April. (Ok, so in April, we find real pine needles but whatever.)

*I don't really hate Christmas. I kind of hate Christmas away from family after having 2 Christmases in a row with the sisters and cousins and grandparents. This year, I have my children calling me the most boring mom ever. Because I was, you know napping. See above re: time passing.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

The State of Washington vs. Naveed Haq

On July 28, 2006, Naveed Haq held a loaded gun to the back of a 14-year old girl and forced his way into the Jewish Federation of Greater Seattle. Once inside, he shot 6 women, wounding 5, Carol Goldman, Layla Bush, Cheryl Stumbo, and Dayna Klein, and killing 1, Pamela Waechter.

Mr. Haq, then age 30, had a long history mental illness and has been diagnosed alternately with Bipolar Type I with Psychotic Features or Schizoaffective Disorder with Mood Components.

The facts of what happened on that summer day in Seattle are not in question. Mr. Haq surrendered to police within 12 minutes of entering the Jewish Federation. The question for the jury was whether or not Mr Haq was sane at the time of the shooting. If he had the psychological wherewithal to understand what he was doing. If he was, under the laws of the state of Washington, guilty of the crimes with which he was charged or if he was, instead, not guilty by reason of insanity.

On December 15, 2009, the jury found Mr. Haq guilty on all counts. I was on that jury.

In the days and weeks to come, I will have more to say about this, but on this day, today, this is enough.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Rory Story

When Rory was my only child, I used to save up his funny stories to share with family. This was well before my blog days, so sadly most of these stories are lost to the dark recesses of my brain. However, this kid, he gives good material.

Rory: Mom! Guess what!
Me: What?
Rory: I found the best chocolate!
Me: Where?
Rory: On the counter! It was great! And it had white inside it!
Me: Mint?
Rory: Yeah! Mint! It was great!
Me: I know, it was MINE.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Brigit on the subject of why she should take a bath

Brigit: Mooooommy, if I don't take a bath, my booboo is going to get extinct!
Tyler: Extinct or stinky?
Brigit: It's going to get dirty and then it's going to diiiiieeeee.