There are certain dates that are etched in people's minds forever. December 25th brings thoughts of joy, celebration, peace, love and goodwill. February 14th, conjures images of romance, love, flowers and most importantly chocolate. Then there are other dates that we remember. One such date is today's. Sept. 11. I can't believe it has been 8 years since it happened. I, like most, can remember it vividly.
It was a day like any other. Kristin was in preschool 5 days a week for 3 hours a day. It was great. Emily was just barely 1. Every morning we would sit at our little table and eat breakfast. We had a little TV on that table that I would watch in the morning to be up to date on current events. We sat eating our breakfast, and there was the first tower smoldering and ready to crumble. At first, I thought it was simply a demolition of a building. But then it hit me what it was. And I heard the reporter say, "Oh my God...." Reporter's don't talk like that during a report. The first tower was falling. I stared at that little TV unable to move. It wasn't until I heard Kristin asking, "What's wrong, Mommy?" that I realized I needed to pull it together.
I called my husband who was already at work. He knew of course. The base was on tight lock down. No in or out without military ID. I called my mom next. I wanted comfort. I had never known or seen anything like that. Then the Pentagon. And the the 4th one that never made it to its final destination. Everything was shut down in the air and on the ground. You could feel the emptiness and tension in the air you breathed. It was a horrible day. But we licked our wounds and moved forward.
September 11, 2001 brought about the beginning of Homeland Security and our move to DC. In that part of the country and for the first 4 years we lived there, our army base home life was heavily guarded by MP's with big weapons night and day. No one got on that base without some form of ID. And if it wasn't military ID, you had to say where you were going, and where you lived and what your phone number was. That was fine with me. I felt safer.
I hate going through security at the airports now. It is such a pain. And your party can no longer come and meet you or say good bye at the gate. It's sad. But I feel safe that way.
I know we will never forget. How could we? I still get a lump in my throat when I talk about those poor souls leaping out of the towers knowing they were going to die, but it was on their terms. And those men and women on that last flight. Cops, servicemen and women. A smaller flight. It needed to be them. They fought courageously. No, we will never forget. So take a moment of silence. Think of all those who perished. Then to honor them, promise that you will go on. That those attacks won't stop us. That those who died on that horrible day will not have died in vein. Where were you?
Emmy has challenged her reader's again. Where's the funniest place and or position you(or someone you love) has fallen asleep? Well when Emmy first posted this challenge the very first image to pop in my head was a cute little blond girl about 4 years old. She was tired you see. So she did what any four year old would do...she grabbed a blanket, a pillow and...A BOX. Notice how the box is the length of my arm. How did I fit in there? Who knows? How was it even comfortable enough to go to sleep??? Again I am baffled!
Emily has a security blanket. It is part blanket, part stuffed animal. It's a pink bunny. The head and arms are plush and the rest of it is the blanket. She has had it since she was born. Somehow this child managed to break through the trim at the bottom and then she would stick her arms inside the the bunny. I have many pictures of Emily sleeping, but this one always makes me laugh.
Kristin is more like me, in that she has to be really tired to be able to fall asleep any place other than her bed. Even as a baby and toddler she wanted her bed. This was just last year as we were driving home from Disneyland. She was pooped, but she had fun!
Now this one may be a little hard to see. This was during our move across the country. We made many stops along the way to visit family and friends. On this particular stop, we were in Arizona to visit my aunt. We had cranked the AC up high because the room was sweltering hot. When we got back after dinner and visiting, it was like a meat locker! It was 55 degrees! Yes, 55. So needless to say we changed the thermo back to about 70. Poor Ryan, not even two yet, was sooo cold. No winter jammies, just summer ones. He curled up on his belly and was almost completely face down. He still does this if he gets too cold.
I have one more of Ryan...from when we got him his Junior bed. He had a very hard time adjusting to this. We still keep a gate at his door in order to keep him out of trouble and harm's way. One night before I went to bed, I did my usual nightly check. I found Ryan had gone to sleep....on the floor...by his gate.
It was my party and I didn't cry! I had a blast in fact. My cousin and his family came. Which meant our sons would get to play together. My mom, sister and niece were also there. A special bonus was my friend from high school came to join the festivities. We had my favorite dinner growing up sloppy joes and macaroni salad. My cake was a sinfully delicious chocolate cake with chocolate pudding, chocolate chips, and sour cream. The (killer) chocolate frosting was homemade. My sister rocks the chocolate cake makin' world!
I made out like a bandit. My husband bought me Rebecca Talley's new book, Altared Plans. My sis made me a scrapbook of the one and only beach trip we managed this year. My in laws gave me a gift card to Bath & Body works--which I already used! My mom gave me a gift card for Target and a box of my favorite candies! My high school gal pal gave me a gift card for DQ. Now I can be a piggy poo or I can share....hmmmm...must think this one through. My cousin's wife--Emmy--has offered to do a family photo shoot. Too cool. I can hardly wait.
It was a lot of fun and a lot of noise. I didn't have to cook or clean. Talk about pampering!
My scrapbook The kids played outside and got good and dirty! Lucas goes in head first! Alex is ready to go. My high school pal.
Tonight we celebrated my birthday. Counting children, we had a total of 13 people in the house. Thankfully the adults out numbered the kids. It was a noisy but fun evening. My mom made one of my favorite dinners--per my request--Sloppy Joes. It's a variation of two recipes. One of my aunt's made the beef barbecue recipe with chuck roast. My Grandma used hamburger instead since it was cheaper. I am sure it good either way. Here it is with hamburger.
2 pounds ground beef 1 small onion, chopped 1 (8 ounce) can of tomato sauce 3 Tablespoons of brown sugar 1/2 cup of ketchup 3 Tablespoons of flour 1 teaspoon of dry mustard 2 tablespoons of vinegar 1 Tablespoon of Worcestershire sauce
Brown ground beef with onion until crumbly. Add remaining ingredients and mix well. Bake at 350* for one hour, uncovered, stirring every 15 minutes. Serve hot in or over hamburger buns.
Pictures of the party will be posted later. I let my daughter take the pictures.