Saturday, April 18, 2009

Easter


Well, it wasn't snowing this Easter, but it was still pretty cold and nasty out. That didn't prevent us from having our first ever Easter egg hunt for Kid H before heading to church. One of the gifts that was hidden was Domo-kun with rabbit ears. This was supposed to be a gag gift for Der Hausmeister himself, but Kid H appropriated it.

Our attempt at making the Easter service was also sort of a bust. We were suspicious that the schedule was different, but nothing was posted to the answering service message. We also didn't have internet access, so couldn't check the website. So, when we arrived, right on time for a usual Sunday, but right in the middle of the service, there was little to do besides shrug and take in what we could. With no Sunday school either, that was about all Kid H could handle anyway, thanks to the chocolate sloshing around in her system.



Later that day, we all started feeling iffy, and began coming down with colds that we're still all fighting and sharing. At that point, Domo-kun became the household sickie mascot. When everyone's sick and nobody's sleeping, anything that breaks the grumpiness is a good thing.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

The Party

Kid H turned 4 on Saturday. We partied!





Party Prep

Last weekend Baby H turned into Kid H at her 4th birthday party. Getting ready included help from Omo, and included a LOT of pink! Here are some highlights:

Thursday, January 15, 2009

40 Degrees

Winter is a good time for doing inside-work, both inside the house, and inside your own mind. Today, this was especially true, as we had a dose of cold-for-Boston weather, which kept people scurrying between buildings, cars, and the holes in the ground where the subway lives.

In spite of this, there wasn't too much time for self-pity, when my boss mentioned that it was -20 where we used to live. Our coldest weather here was still nearly 40 degrees warmer than there.

This made me think a lot about how we have no idea about some of the consequences of our decisions. We didn't know that by moving here when we did that we would avoid two very cold winters, or that it would be possible (almost) to avoid the cold altogether by virtue of having the subway right beneath our feet and other amenities so close by.

It's funny how the cold affects your outlook. It takes mental effort to gear up to run errands, to extend yourself, to relax. This is never the case in the summer. Your mind chills along with your body and they both go into hibernation during the winter.

So, to help ward off winter's mental squeeze, here are some Hausmeister-certified fixes for cold weather:
  • Sledding at the Sugar Bowl - 40+ kids sledding on a bowl-shaped hill
    Just bring an extra pair of gloves, a helmet for the little one, and some coffee so you can keep warm while you talk to the rest of the parents standing at the top of the hill while your kids cream each other at the bottom.

  • The Museum of Science - because the dinosaurs and "space-rocketships" never get old
    This works best if you can stagger your day by about 4 hours. When everyone else eats, you should hit the exhibits, and vice versa. Also, if your kid wets themselves badly, the hand dryers in the downstairs bathrooms are NOT warm enough to undo the damage. Mrs. H also finds the butterfly exhibit with 80 degree weather and 95% humidity to be like a cheap vacation. Mr. H thinks cheap is the name of the game.

  • Watching for "lebendigen Waschschlappen" and their owners - tiny dogs being walked by frozen people on cold days
    This is always good for a laugh. There's just something funny about very cold and uncomfortable people standing outside with their tiny dogs, their hand in a plastic bag, waiting to pick up hot, steaming poop first thing in the morning. The look on their faces is of a certain type of misery that has to be seen to be believed. By the way, a "lebendigen Waschschlappen" is a "living washcloth", my uncle's name for these dogs.

  • A Christmas cookies potluck with people and kids you don't know
    Everyone involved brings either cookies or decorating items. It's an epic amount of sugar in multiple forms, a lot of fun, and involved some great people and really good fried chicken (who knew that was part of the deal?). Just don't sneeze in the frosting!

  • Travel - just getting away is nice, too
    We spent Christmas with family, lots and lots of family, for my grandmother's memorial service, and had a wonderful time seeing relatives and getting caught up again. This will probably show up in its own post soon.
So, that's the Hausmeister way of dealing with the cold this winter. If you have any suggestions, feel free to add them to the comments. I've been lax in posting, but hope to get a few more up in the next few days. It's been bats-in-the-belfry crazy since returning from Christmas vacation.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Thanksgiving lobsters

This Thanksgiving we decided to go the lobster route instead of the turkey route.  We got started on this by hosting a Thanksgiving for the Mr. H clan a few years ago, so decided to do it again.  This year, we shared it with some neighbors, after picking up some lobsters the night before.  The food and company was great!  We also had some chocolate cake leftovers.  Baby H approved.



Sunday, November 23, 2008

Bye, Grandma. See you soon!

This past Tuesday, my grandmother passed away.  She was 98 years old.  We will miss her, but she had been having a very rough last few months.  It had been very hard to watch and hear of her slowly succumbing to old age, but still hanging on.  However, with confidence in her salvation, she went home this past Tuesday to be with the Lord.

Oddly, I had a dream about her and Grandpa the day before.  In the dream, both were happy and were glad to see each other again.  In the dream, they were back in their old mobile home, the irises were blooming, and my family was there greeting Grandpa as though he'd been gone on a long trip, but was safely back and very glad to see Grandma again.  

Knowing that heaven is a fact is such an assurance.  Grandma (and Grandpa as well) is without a doubt happy, whole, and rejoicing at having a new body that is free from the ailments she experienced here.  Truly, death has been swallowed up in life!

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Yoga-meisteress

So, here's what happens on crazy Sunday nights at the Hausmeister household when Mrs. H leaves out books of yoga poses, and Baby H is feeling spunky . . .

Just for the record, Baby H picked the shirt out for me.


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