My Baby Boy Turned Five Today!!!
We made the cupcakes for his class yesterday afternoon with his best buddy Y, who we call Yo,
sprinkled ‘um with heart-shaped candies and brought them to class this morning where I stayed all morning playing with him and his buddies. After school, we went to the party store and bought a Spiderman pinata for his costume party this weekend and a ton of little cheapie toys like miniature snakes and bouncy balls to stuff inside. Now I’m being told it’s time to play Dora Golf, because on his birthday he can do whatever he wants…(which crazy pregnant Mama told her THAT this morning???)
00000000000000000Happy Birthday, Sweet E-man!
O’s courtesy of power0 0hu0ng0ry0 0e00m0a0n00
Publisher’s Marketplace List and What I Learned
For those of you who don’t have access janetgurtler graciously posts each month. This month is especially fun with a ton of lj’ers up there with new deals (including a spectacularly gasp-inducing one for melissa_writing. My first thought, “Wow that is so awesome!” My second thought: “Why aren’t I writing fantasy?” =9
And the Third Thought: people named Ginger must make excellent agents, because agents named Ginger are sprinkled all over that deal page.
Congratulations to all! Can’t wait to see all those fine premises in print.
my ideal TV guy…(borrowed from fashionista)
i’ve never seen gossip girls, but that pretty much does describe my perfect guy. =)
in other news: i’m so proud of myself! i started revisions on SEA today–and it actually felt great to get back in the saddle again. let’s just hope i can finish before my ever-growing self doesn’t fit in the saddle anymore.
great weekend, all!
quiz part 2! i did it again and got…
mcdreamy (but the link won’t paste…grrr…)
all i did was push medical drama for favorite TV show and a couple other meridethy like things. what a cheater, huh? i’m trying for jim next!
Born to Superhero!
This morning’s booster-seat carpool dialog between my son E and his best friend Y.
E: Why do you love basketball and I love superheroes?
Y: I was born to ball.
E: Well, I was born to superhero!
Then they rolled down their windows and screamed the Flash Gordon theme song the rest of the way to school with the bitter-cold wind whipping through the car. Gotta love QUEEN.
In other news: Remember yesterday’s me-the-procrastination-queen? Well after I finished that post, I finished my play! It turned out really cute. We cast it last evening. As usual, about 70% of the kids were happy, 20% mad, 10% indifferent.
Success!
Protected: Procrastination
I’m so sad about this.
brokeback mountain is one of my all time favorite movies; it just broke my heart. now my heart is breaking for that precious little girl of his who will never know her daddy.
from the NY Times:
In a recent interview with WJW-TV, a Fox affiliate in Cleveland, about “I’m Not There,” in which he was one of several actors playing the music legend Bob Dylan, Mr. Ledger struck a philosophical note. He responded to a question about how having a child had changed his life:
“You’re forced into, kind of, respecting yourself more,” he said. “You learn more about yourself through your child, I guess. I think you also look at death differently. It’s like a Catch-22: I feel good about dying now because I feel like I’m alive in her, you know, but at the same hand, you don’t want to die because you want to be around for the rest of her life.”
such a tragic loss.
Home from Africa!
amazing Cairo
I love airports. Seriously. Everyone is either going someplace or coming home; both things I love to do. We parked in short-term parking and waited in Internationals by the bamboo forest. E-man ran around, bouncing off the walls in his Spider suit, so excited about Daddy’s return.
It’s always such a rush when we see him come through the DO NOT ENTER gates. E runs under the security tape, gives him a huge hug and jumps onto the airport cart on top of the luggage. Then it’s my turn for a huge hug and kiss–he’s always gunky from the plane with a three day beard and never looks better. I LOVE the coming home.
Then it’s like Christmas morning and we are home and he busts open his black duffel bag pulling out amazing masks, wooden Nile crocodiles, Africa t-shirts, a marble sculpture, which he carried on his back so it wouldn’t break. And that sucker was heavy. My favorite gift was a brown and yellow ruffly dress for baby girl with I LOVE AFRICA on the front.
sculpture from zim
Can you tell I’m happy to have him home? I barely let him go to sleep last night at 10pm (even though it was 4 a.m. his “time”) The digital pictures are incredible and I’m already 10 pages into his journal, which is chockful of drawings, funny/touching stories and incredible landscapes. E’s at school until 2pm today so I’m going to dig into my revision, write more scenes for the play. Happy Tuesday, all!
children from a ‘family style’ orphanage in zim
Finally heard from MIA somewhere-in-Zimbabwe Husband…
…I was beginning to really flip out. It had been three days since we last talked and you know us writers, how are minds start wandering to all things horribly creative under the sun. Anyway, just as I was about to enter flip-out-how-can-i-be-a-single-mother-of-two-little-kids mode he calls my cell phone on the way to drop off e-man at school this morning!! It’s the 011–international code for Africa–he says the computer doesn’t work at the house he’s at and they can’t buy anything. Actually, he said, “you have to get out an Al Capone wad in order to get a cup of coffee.” So there entirely dependent on their gracious hosts. We lost the connection several times, but he kept calling back. E-man got to say, “I love you, Daddy” and Daddy went on to say something that sounded like the Peanuts teacher, “Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa” in between static. He said the trip is going really well and he’s coming home Sunday. Thank god.
children in Harare, Zim, the capital city where he is staying
Congratulations to all the winners! And to everyone else!
Because if you had a book published in ’07 and people are reading it, then you are Big Winners too!
Seriously. I do have to admit I’ve only heard of one of the Printz winners and a few of the others, but I suppose that’s the neat thing about awards. They get you interested in new reading material and honor books which may not have all the right marketing “buzz” but are really well-written or unique or whateverelse the committees deem sticker-worthy. I don’t really have a favorite book of the year, I read many and like a lot. This year wasn’t like the Looking for Alaska year when I put the book down with tear-filled eyes and said, “This is going to win the Printz.” (I also said other things like, “I really really want to meet John Green someday, but that’s a given at this point, right?) But that’s kind of the fun of it. The surprise.
Anyway, congrats to all of you who worked so hard and who wrote with such grace and beauty that someone believed in your book and published it. You’re all champs in my eyes!
xoxo,
Heidi
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