Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Happy Blogday

One year ago today, during the swelter of the summer I will forever remember as the one when I pottytrained a toddler while breastfeeding an infant--and did very little else--I started Double Duty Diary after reading an article about blogs in Time magazine.

At first, it was simply to provide photos and the occasional update about the kids to family and friends. Since then, it has become a wonderful outlet for me, both as a writer and as a mother. I now think about things that happen to me in the course of the day in terms of how I can best blog about them--how I can eke out the humor in the frustrating, the tender in the everyday.

I've even "met"--exchanged comments and the occasional e-mail with, really--other mothers around the world who are also making their way in the new years of motherhood. Many of them inspire me with their writing, photos, wit and insight. Mommybloggers certainly aren't the nitwits the name might imply.

I hope you're enjoying reading Double Duty Diary as much as I am creating it; hopefully my kids will someday enjoy reading it, too. Thanks for tuning in. Here's to another fun year of our crazy life captured online!

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

That's Easy For You To Say

At Eddie and Amy's wedding I, as Eddie's best (wo)man, delivered a toast/speech* while everyone finished eating their delicious buffet dinner. I had never given a wedding speech before so I was a little nervous about how my written words would translate to the spoken word. Eddie told me later he liked it so mission accomplished, I say.

*And I didn't even cry (although Amy's beautifully written marriage vows heard earlier in the evening made for a little northern mist).

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Hi there! For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Karin, the sister of the groom. The much, much younger sister of the groom.

Today I was honored to stand next to my only sibling as he took his vows of marriage. It was a privileged duty and a unique vantage point—and the same position he stood in nearly six years ago for me on my wedding day.

I’ve been lucky in my life to be able to call Eddie not only my brother, but one of my best friends, too. We like to tease one another about almost anything, but one of our longest-running jokes centers around the realization that, despite the fact that we came from the same parents and the same home, we couldn’t really be more different. He likes to call me the City Mouse and himself the Country Mouse, after the children’s story of the same name.

And he’s right. Where I seek lattes, bookstores and quick Internet connections, he’s happiest deep in the trees, hiking up a trail, or somewhere under water. My little brother—the one who gleefully jumped off the high dive on MY first day of swim class as I struggled to put my face in the water—has always harbored a spirit that seems to hearken back to the days of great adventurers and explorers, one that channels the energy and ethos of the Jack Londons, Jack Kerouacs and Jack Sparrows of the day. He’s truly in his element and happiest when he’s discovering nature’s bounty.

Just listen to some of the unique experiences the guy’s had:
  • He’s taught tourists from around the world how to surf the waves of Lahaina, Maui;
  • He broke his longboard while surfing in Hanalei Bay, Kauai, only to exclaim how it was one of the best rides of his life and was totally worth it;
  • He’s crossed the Sea of Cortez on a three-man boat;
  • He’s bummed an impromptu boat ride with local Fijian fishermen to escape an approaching school of jellyfish;
  • He’s ridden the world’s longest left at Raglan in New Zealand;
  • He’s seen many, many G’days in Australia;
  • And he’s traveled the four corners of this fair country and most places in between. In fact, his list of states still left to visit could probably fit onto a postage stamp—the one attached to the postcard he’ll mail you for your birthday from some far away, sun-drenched locale. It may come a few days late, but it’ll get there all the same.

Because of his adventurous wanderlust, Eddie has some colorful and exciting stories to share and, because of the remarkable array of experiences he’s had in his youth, has become the envy of most of the older, wiser men I know.

I realize that part of the tradition of serving as best man includes giving a speech that includes some embarrassing and/or compromising tales of “I knew the groom when….” And I hate to disappoint. But the one story that kept creeping into my head when I sat down to write this wasn’t about those crazy times jumping off the pier or getting lost together at Denmark’s Tivoli Gardens and giving Mom a heart attack. Instead, it was about the single moment when I realized that Eddie and Amy were cut from the same organic, batiked cloth—and were simply meant for one another.

After one of the many Christmas holidays they’d spent at Mom and Dad's, Eddie and Amy took off for a nearly week-long adventure down in Baja California, Mexico. When they returned, they showed us their stunning photos, told some great stories, and casually mentioned that they had BOTH forgotten to pack a hairbrush for the trip.

For me, the admitted comfort seeker, this oversight would have been a total deal breaker, one that would have sent me fleeing north for the border and tidier climes. Or at least to a farmacia or mercado to fill the loss. But it didn’t break their stride at all; in fact, they simply continued on, unfazed and fine all the same, focusing instead on the scent of the Mexican sagebrush, the tastes of the local panaderia, and the thrilling curves of the road to Cabo San Lucas. Today you can all see for yourselves how beautifully they both clean up as they sit at the head table, radiant visions. But in that moment I realized they were truly bookends—a matched set.

And so now their newest adventure includes traveling together through life—kindred spirits who share the same passion for finding the beauty and mystery life offers those who go out and seek it.

Please join me in raising your glasses in a toast to wish these two a hearty Bon Voyage of sorts, as they embark on their grand adventure together as husband and wife. May it be a journey filled with much love and laughter.

July 29, 2006
Arrington Apple Farm
Eureka, California

Thanks, Kris and Pete, for the photo.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Two Become One

Did you hear that my little brother got married?

No really, it's true. Oh, I see. You say you've read about the wedding plans here
a few times. About a thousand times, or so, you say? Gotcha. And you want some pictures already? All right, all right. Well, you're in luck. I've got them ready for you. And some of them are even kinda cute!

Let me just say first, though, that if you weren't there we certainly missed you. It was by far one of the best weddings I've ever been to and that's not just because I got to tell embarrasing stories about my brother--on a microphone, no less--after the ceremony. The weather was SPECTACULAR, considering every other time I've visited the Arcata/Eureka area of northern Northern California I've frozen my butt off, even during the peak of summer.

(Quick aside: I often think of that great old Mark Twain quote about the coldest winter he ever spent was the summer he spent in San Francisco. So true. Now go six hours further north up the rugged California coastline and you'll understand the typical weather patterns there. This place ain't no Sunkist commercial; it's a dynamic, breathtaking slice of topography where Redwoods meet the Pacific, it rains an average of 40 inches a year, and the people all seem to share the same strain of coastal cowboy DNA. But on Eddie and Amy's special weekend the clouds parted, the sun shook its mighty money maker, and none of that nippy/chilly stuff applied.)

The whole
wedding celebration went off without any major problems and with very little drama, even given the fact that so many slices of different cultures in Ed and Amy's worlds--everyone from pirates, priests, hippies and hipsters to vegans, vampires, toddlers and teetotalers--shared the same space and dining areas for three days straight.


Now the adorable honeymooners are swinging in a hammock somewhere on the beach in mainland Mexico, soaking up the sun and recovering from three straight days and nights of nuptial festivities.

I just realized that the only shot I have of Ed and Amy during the wedding ceremony so far is the shot below from Trudi. (Thanks, Trudi!) I will, however, have an entire roll of black & white images sometime soon; they were shot on my dear, old-school Canon AE1, which I reserve for capturing Events and Moments of Great Importance. I'll have to scan those in once they're developed and share them here.


Below is the photo link to my Befores and Afters. The Befores include the wedding rehearsal at Arrington Apple Farm; the subsequent rehearsal dinner at Cin Cin in Eureka; and the fun day spent on the grass of Arcata Plaza listening to the local musicians and eating locally grown fruit from Farmers' Market vendors. The Afters include a breakfast and visit to beautiful Trinidad State Beach; a breakneck, whirlwind drive through Ferndale, Petrolia and one of many Redwood forests lining Highway 101; playing and hiking at Arcata's Redwood Park; and the trip home.

Click
here for photos. Enjoy!

Thursday, August 03, 2006

All Washed Up

I haven't been able to write anything about the wedding weekend yet because I've been up to my eyeballs in laundry . . . laundry that had to be done at my parents' house for the last two days straight because our 23-year-old dryer decided to up and die the day before we left for the wedding.

The good news? This beauty will be delivered on Saturday afternoon. Ahhhhhhh.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

We're Back

We've safely returned from a splendid weekend away with family and friends for Eddie and Amy's gorrrrrrrrrrgeous wedding in Northern California.

I hope to have stories and photos posted up soon, but in the meantime I'll leave you with a couple teaser shots to whet the appetite.

P.S. If you were at the wedding and took digital photos, please e-mail your favorites to me--particularly those of the wedding ceremony since I was in it and, therefore, wasn't shooting it--so I can compile them all in a single digital album that I'll link to on this blog. (I'll be sure to give you credit for any shots I use, Ansel Adams...)




Thursday, July 27, 2006

And They're Off

We leave for Eddie's wedding tomorrow, bright and early, in the pre-coffee hours of dawn.

I still have to pack, clean the house, do four loads of laundry, write a best man speech (I will be the best (wo)man, standing next to my brother, just as he did at my wedding), and try not to melt from the heat or kill the kids in the process.

Stay tuned for fun posts next week.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Letting Our Hair Down

Last weekend I went to a girls' night out/birthday party in Laguna Beach for this sweet lady.









The evening started out innocently enough, what with the homemade birthday cake, girly presents, and all the dressing each other up in jewelry and new skirts and such.

But I soon found myself testing the construction and physics of Christine's homemade beer bong. And the birthday cake ended up taking the place of everyone's dinner.

So, you're pretty smart and I bet you can guess where the rest of this story goes. But just in case, let me fill you in on the highlights:

There was much frolicking and bar hopping throughout the night.

And my first taste of Red Bull. (Not bad, but not sure I'd go there again.)

And much laughter. Uproarious laughter. Eyes closed and tears coming out laughter.
And, oh my, the dancing.

And strange TV shows.

And many fruity drinks.


Which inevitably led to the women's bathroom "art" photos.

And drunken, moody self portraits, sometime after midnight, as I waited to use the bathroom.

And other acts of public embarrassment I'm not at liberty to disclose in this forum.

(Did you know, though, that I have my very own guardian angel? He's an absolutely beautiful blonde gay man who, completely out of nowhere, appeared--right there on Pacific Coast Highway, somewhere in the dizzy distance between Woody's and the Boom Boom Room--to hand me a bottle of water in my, ahem, time of need. Thank you, guardian angel! I love you.)

It was more fun than should have been allowed or legal in a single night. My voice is still recovering from laughing so hard and howling at the summer moon with these great gals.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Slumber Party

Before I had children I used to think it was mean when parents would say their favorite time of day was after the kids went to bed.


I so understand that now.

Monday, July 24, 2006

Oma

Baby Shea met her great grandmother--my Oma, my Dad's mom--for the first time last week. Today I was able to take some cute pics as the two bonded over a pouch of cookies on our backyard glider.

Oma, still remarkably spry and attentive at 90, flew in from New Jersey as part of a nearly three-week trip that will include attending my brother's wedding in Northern California next weekend--a wedding will mark the last of her five grandchildren to get married.

Because the sound of her voice is such a source of comfort to me--and because I'm more than just a little nostalgic about some people and things--I've been unable to bring myself to erase any message Oma has left on our home answering machine over the last few years. As such, I now have more than a dozen old messages--everything from Happy Birthday! to How are you doing?--taking permanent residence on our answering machine. They've become little audial treasures that I rediscover every now and then, which always bring a smile.

While she's here visiting I plan to sit down and interview her about her life--and capture the whole thing on an hour-long cassette tape (or two). It will be a treasure to have as a piece of family history and a helpful way to string together the various stories I've heard over the course of my life into a single, narrative thread. And, I guess it will also allow me free up some much-needed space on the answering machine, too.

Friday, July 21, 2006

Things I Never Really Thought I'd Hear Myself Say

  • What do caterpillars smell like?
  • Please don't eat the plants.
  • How's my good pooper doing today?
  • But you won't have big boobies because only women get big boobies. [pause] Yes, they were full of milk. [pause] No, you can't have any because they're empty now. And, besides, they're only for babies. [pause] Yes, that's true. You are my baby, but the answer's still no.
  • Please don't eat his shoes.
  • No, honey, I don't think you understand. It's pajama day at school, so you don't HAVE to get dressed today.
  • I haven't read a book in more than a year.
  • Please don't eat the remote control.
  • Because I said so.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Only In Orange County...

...could someone use this headline without even the slightest trace of irony.


In fact, I guarantee that someone saw this little homemade ad in the window of one of the shops downtown and said to themself, "Yeah, you know, that really is a good price!"

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

For Those Of You Who Care About This Kinda Stuff

So, the potty training fluke I mentioned a while back continues in its astonishing regularity; Shea has been using the toilet for #2 for the last 10 days.

TEN.

I'm still thinking of it as a strange, prolonged fluke, but I'll let my hair down in a fit of whimsy and dare to call it a trend.

Considering the
torturous potty history we endured for nearly a year with Finney, I'd like to think the fates are trying to even out the score somehow.

I'll keep you posted. In the meantime, I'm not asking too many questions. I am, however, keeping my fingers crossed that maybe the trend will evolve into a movement.*

*(Sorry, it was too easy.)

Friday, July 14, 2006

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Simple Pleasures

I spent a lovely summer day in Laguna Beach recently with my girlfriends Chrissy and Christine.

WITHOUT THE KIDS.

We rode the trolley.

We ate ceviche and drank margaritas.

We got our toes done.




Time with just friends is a rare treat.

It was lovely.





Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Cool Places, Part 3

OK, so you're probably getting the point that it has been HOT, HOT, HOT here these last couple weeks. Sunburned scalps hot. Fans always spinning hot. And, best of all, water play hot.

The kids have been in the pool, the ocean, the sprinkler, the soda basin, and the Igloo cooler at one point or another, trying to beat the heat.

Shea's sweet baby scent has been completely masked with the odor of Babies' SPF 45 and Finn's gotten such a solid tan that his little butt shines ghost white in comparison to his browned torso, arms and legs. Both kids' hair has lightened noticeably. We've been eating copious amounts of frozen yogurt. We haven't worn shoes with backs or closed toes in months.

God, I love summer.

Monday, July 10, 2006

Friday, July 07, 2006

The Art Of Living

I love this photo for so many reasons.


The first is that, because I didn't use a flash, the image has a warm, Renoir-like, slightly blurry feeling to it that evokes a timeless quality; this could be any family at any time after the invention of toilets and potty seat rings.

The second part that warms my heart is that it presents an honest, intimate picture of what having very small children is often like: cramming many bodies into tiny spaces, trying to cheer each other on and usually sitting on the floor while doing so.

But the best part about this picture is that it commemorates Shea's first poop on the potty--at 14 months old. I realize this was probably a fluke, and that we'll be rockin' the Pampers for the next year or two, just like we did with Finn, but even the smallest glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, she'll be one of those early toilet trainers you hear about every so often just fills me with the kind of glee reserved for when baby fixes you her first martini.