Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Is big hair cool again? Because it's a million percent humid.

Well it's our third week in Georgia and it's been won-der-ful. I don't have to use my gps anymore to find most things and I've [almost] forgotten how annoying it is to drive a stick in the land that isn't flat. Also, someone forgot to tell whoever build the roads here that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line but I'm getting used to that, too.

On my list of things that I am not used to is:

  • Everyone talking in "Exits." Ask someone where something is located and they will inevitably tell you "It's on Exit [insert number here]." If you ask them what road that is, they will probably look blankly at you, throw out a name, and consult the nearest person who also doesn't know what the road is actually called. Hilarious.
  • Humidity. It's 80 degrees and I'm sweating. At home I'd be willing to put a light scarf on in 80 degree weather if it was gonna look nice, but I just broke a sweat putting a load of laundry in. I feel like I'm in a sauna--which I'm told is good because it helps sweat toxins out. Trying to look on the bright side, you know?
  • Weezer. On the radio. All the time. Sup, 2005?
  • Pollen. I've never had allergies in my life and I haven't stopped blowing my nose for three days now. It is not fun.
Not that I'm complaining. The awesome is outweighing the bad. I love that when I take walks at night, I don't feel the need to constantly look behind me, the crickets are chirping, and it smells like trees. People don't look at me funny when I say 'yes ma'am' and of course, Southern hospitality is a real thing, and I find myself on the receiving end of it constantly.

And then there's the fact that Clemskidoodles and I get to see Thad on a weekly basis, which has been spirit-renewing in so many ways. It is sooooo nice to be able to have the three of us together! He will be done at NLB in about 7 weeks and I can hardly believe it. It seems unreal....we'll all get to LIVE together?! Amazing.

Here is what Clementine has been up to:
Falling asleep at the park

Learning how to grab things (other than my hair)

Making boyfriends
Getting smooches from Dad

Ignoring me because Hook is on TV

Clemskidoodles rolled over for the first time the other day. She did not like it. She rolled back onto her back before I could get my camera and she has not attempted to roll over since. I do not think she was a fan, and that's okay with me. After rolling comes crawling, and after crawling walking, and after walking, running away from me. I like getting to tickle her while she can't stop me. 

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

My New BFF

   Yesterday was National Autism Awareness day and in honor of that, I wanna tell you a little about my new best friend, Eddie.
   Eddie is the brother of the family I'm living with and he lives here too. I hate to use the stereotype but he's a little like Dustin Hoffman's character in Rain Man. He's incredibly smart and socially unaware. For the past three days, every morning he has come upstairs and we've chatted for a bit. I've learned lots of interesting things, like everything you've ever wanted to know about Haley's comet, what the weather is going to be like thru the weekend, what's going on in the case of a missing girl in Florida, what year it will be when Clementine is old enough to start school, what year it will be when she graduates, and what the jackpot at Bingo on Tuesday night was. He's really very interested in the mail, so when I was headed down to the mailbox to drop something off, he insisted on taking it for me.
   All this to say, I really enjoy our interactions. Every time we hang out I can't help but marvel at what a wonderful thing the human mind is. I'm sure some people would look at me sideways when I say this, but how can you talk to someone whose brain works like Eddie's does and not clearly see a Creator? It is so maddening to me to live in a society that would look down its nose at his quality of life--a society that approves of the murder of the unborn based on some wild-eyed assertion that those with disabilities  are unfit to live.
   Eddie has disabilities but his mind is capable of things my mind will never be. He's a blessing to be around. He helps me slow down. When I watch him enjoy waiting for the mailman, it reminds me to enjoy the little things. When he continues to talk to me about bingo for the rest of the week, it's going to encourage me to find joy in the mundane. Eddie is better at these things than I am, and I can learn from him.

Monday, April 1, 2013

Welcome To Atlanta

   I'm currently writing this from the den of a beautiful house owned by beautiful people in Cumming, Georgia because God is good.
   My stomach has been in knots for months over the space between Thad and I, and how awkward? difficult? seemingly impossible? it would be for us to meld our lives together when he finishes his program. We've both basically been on opposite ends of the country becoming different people--me, a mother and he, a new man. But we both had resigned ourselves to it because God has you where he has you--that is, until he moves you which is exactly what happened to me two weeks ago.
   I'm sitting here starting sentences and backspacing, and starting a new sentence and backspacking, maybe because I haven't processed it all yet. Or I don't really know how to put into words how quickly everything has changed for our little family in the last few weeks. But mostly I don't really know how to express my gratitude for all that has been and is continuing to happen in our lives. The long & short of it is that our brother and sister, Allan and Stacey, talked to their good friends who have a track record of being extremely giving of their home and time, about Clementine coming to live with them through the rest of Thad's program. Without ever having met me, they agreed to open up their home to me and my little Clemenbaby. I often have to pause to let that sink in. I hope that one day, when I have my own home, I will find ways to serve others like they do.
   Anyway, it all happened so quickly. One week I'm fretting over the future of my family and missing Thad horribly and the next I'm trying to sell Thad's car, and calling car shipping companies to ship mine across the States, and packing up my life into suitcases so that Clementine and I can move to Georgia and see her daddy more than once every 3 months.
   All of this started being put into motion when Thad was in a portion of the program without any outside contact. He was finally given privileges back the Saturday before the Thursday we were planning to fly out and I didn't feel like telling him about the move in a letter (I also didn't have time to write one) so not only was it a surprise when we showed up at NLB on Saturday, he didn't know that we moved here, either.
   It has been beyond strange driving around in Georgia. Running errands in Georgia. Having my car in Georgia. I've never lived in another state before but Georgia is prettttty sweeeeet. Of course, I'm totally thrown off by the fact that none of the roads are straight, and they're full of hills and curves and trees and what the heck I drive a manual, I wish these roads would chill out on the climbs. If it weren't for GPS I'd drive in a circle all day, although today I did make it to three destinations without needing directions so I guess in another few weeks or so it won't be so confusing.
   Today I was in Target and there were gaggles of women everywhere. It seems everyone in Georgia knows everyone in Georgia and even though they saw each other yesterday at church, they had more to talk about when they bumped into each other in the cracker aisle, like how this one chick was deciding to get married with a justice of the peace instead of in a church, how scandalous. This other lady "hugged the dickens" out of her friend? neighbor? and, throwing her hand on her hip and in a WINNING southern accent hollered, "Why weren't you at church yesterday?" and I think I had to quickly duck into another aisle to avoid conspicuously laughing at their exchange. Thank you, women of the South! Now I have even more reasons to waste time at Target!

  Anywho. Here we are. And so far, it's great!

 Nani came with us on Clementine's first ever plane ride and stayed for the weekend because she is the best Nani ever. We got a whole row to ourselves and got to bring Clemenbaby's carseat! She slept for most the flight and cried for 30 seconds!

 I look terrible but please note how tight Thad had to hold Clementine. He couldn't stop cheesin for awhile.

 We have the cutest baby ever.

She tries to eat my face but I win.