Accident Prone

I fell down the steps outside of the Shedd Aquarium this weekend. Wanna know the real reason? There was a little boy crying and then I noticed he was with a youngish guy and he was saying use your words and then the little boy started to use sign language to communicate and then I was thinking I wonder if he's non-verbal and whoah!!! That step came out of no where! Down I tumbled in front of hundreds of people, including my kids, husband and dad. Yes, I'm pretty much fine, just a little sore and sorely embarrassed.

Being clumsy is nothing new. I still have memories of being in Bermuda at age 5 ?(help me here, mom), looking around and bam! I walked into a pole. Oh, and there was that other time in 6th grade where I'm on a bike ride with friends. I'm gazing at the beautiful suburban landscape and man! Where did that parked car come from?? Why is this funny? People always laugh when others injure themselves in a somewhat stupid way, but I take this personally. It's not my fault I was born with the spacing out gene!

Don't worry, I'm a very good driver and have only gotten in a few minor collisions. My kids have never been to the hospital on my watch, although I have been twice since Nina was born, both for accidents that could have been avoided had I been paying attention or being more careful. Let's just hope the aquarium incident was the last and my luck will change. Sadly though, Nina is showing signs of the same disorder and has almost been run down by shopping carts several time. Maybe we do need to start believing in Jesus.

Silence is Golden

If this isn't cute and evil, I'll eat this blog

Tunes from the past

My former bandmate and longtime friend, Ilhan, recently started putting up old photos and music from my former band, Yusakuta. I was the lead singer from 1995-1999 (?). I'm a little fuzzy on the dates but it was a wonderful time of my life and listening to the music, however strange you may find it, takes me back to a warm and fuzzy place.

Here's one of my favorites: You Don't Do Me. Try and listen hard to the incredibly deep and emotional lyrics.

Well That Was That

A dreary Saturday afternoon. Rain and thunder outside the window, Niko asleep in his bed, Nina and I cuddled together in my bed- she watching Power Rangers, me on the computer. Kaveh managed to get a day off to go see The Watchmen - all 3 hours of it. I see this as an opportune time to take a hot bath and read my trash gossip magazine.

I'm in the tub, it not even full yet, and in walks Niko, with bright red cheeks and hair sticking up. "Turn the water off, Mom", he says. "I want you to get out of there". "No Niko, Mommy needs a bath", I explain. "Well I need to go potty", he blurts out. He climbs on the pot, a mere 2 feet away from the bathtub and a few minutes later my fresh-scented bath starts smelling a little stinky. Great, he pooped. I have to get out of the tub to wipe him. Then I need the spray. I settle back into the tub, then in walks Nina. "I want to get in", she announces. "It's really hot," I explain, "like a hot tub". "Ooh, I love hot tubs!" and a few seconds later her little naked body is climbing in the bath. Niko shortly follows her lead, then starts crying that it's too hot. That's it, I'm out. The kids stay in, I turn on some "cold trickles" and they entertain themselves in my bath for a while.

But I'm not really mad - I know the day will one day come when my kids don't want to watch me take a bath or cuddle in bed with me or have me wipes their butts. Well, the latter I could definitely do without, but the point is that I should savor these times. At least that's what everyone with grown children tells me.