Better start saving up...

After looking at one of our wedding pictures, Katy and I had this conversation:

K: Mommy, why did you have curly hair when you were old?

M: You mean when I got married? I fixed my hair to be curly because it was a special day. That's why I was wearing a fancy dress.

K: What is that you're sitting in?

M: A horse carriage. Mommy and Daddy rode in a horse carriage after we got married.

K: I want to ride in a helicopter when I get married!!

Then we were at a garage sale and she picked up a play tiara with a veil and started proclaiming that she was getting married. I dropped 50 cents so she could take the veil home with her, and then asked if she wanted to watch the video where Mommy and Daddy get married. She got wide eyed and said YES.

It didn't occur to me that this would be very entertaining for her to watch, because she knows a lot of the people who are in the video, and how funny! To see people that you know on TV! In fancy clothes, dancing, and eating cake! Every time she wakes up now, she asks, "Can I watch the video where Mommy and Daddy get married?!?!"

I have to admit, I like this video run better than...say...Wiggles or Barney. I find myself sitting down with her for parts of it, feeling sentimental about how amazing the whole thing is, that all of those people who we love so much came together that day, to celebrate the beginning of our new family. And it was a good time, at least I thought so.

Nosy vs. Interested

Please forgive me while I go a little introspective on you.

Ever since we moved, I've been thinking about neighbor relationships, wondering and noticing how people interact with their neighbors in various locations. As we traveled around to visit our family this summer, I noticed how the neighbors in their area interacted, and even asked them about it. Part of the reason is that meeting all of our new neighbors this summer has been a little different than I expected. It's been good, and we've met some really great and interesting people. But I've noticed that some people just aren't interested in having any relaionship with their neighbors. Then a friend of mine, who has a really busy schedule, mentioned that she sometimes avoids interacting with her neighbors, just because she doesn't have time. That got me thinking: that perhaps some people, who are still kind and friendly people, just aren't interested in being neighborly for whatever reason. (What are you like with your neighbors, btw?)

Brian and I sit in the other camp, where we really like to be friendly with the people around us. I enjoy having people close by so we can chat and do favors for one another. Ask for a cup of sugar, that kind of thing.

In fact, I've realized, I'm just interested in people in general. I love meeting a new person and going through all the usual questions: what do you do? where does your family live? how did you decide to move here? how did you meet your husband? etc, etc. I find it fascinating to talk to people about their lives, what their experience has been so far, why they've made the decisions that they have made, and what do they hope for the future. I even like reading those little magazine articles which spotlight a person's life in 5 paragraphs, like, "Meet Jen! And read how she lost 90 pounds!" Love that stuff. I want to know all about Jen.

So does this make me nosy?

I looked up the definition of nosy. It said:

nosy: unduly curious about the affairs of others; prying; meddlesome.

I am curious, sincerely so. But I don't pry. I think I can tell when someone doesn't want to share something and I quickly back off. And meddling? I don't think I'm a meddler, at least I hope not.

Also, in return for sharing, I'm an open book. There really aren't very many questions that you could ask me that I wouldn't answer. I just like to share, as much as I like you to share with me. That's why blogging fits me well. I like to put it out there, then if you are interested, you can read it, and if not, no big deal. And I like to read your blog, too, if you have one.

So maybe I'm just a talker. Even an extrovert? No, I can't go that far. I hope I'm not nosy, please let me know if you think that I am. Otherwise I think I'll call it "interested" and leave it at that.

Unusual, except for the sick part...

Our week has been defined by a fever of Katy's. It started out on Sunday, and has been high and consistent ever since. I took her to the doctor today and they didn't find anything. But here's the weird part: it's been a pretty good week.

Of course I feel terribly that Katy feels bad and I'm hoping every hour that it's over, but other parts have been ok. If I had to schedule this illness, I would've picked this week. The summer busyness is over, but we haven't started our fall schedule yet. We had nothing - Sweet Nothing - planned for this week, so we've just stayed home.

Katy's been tired and cuddly. She's fallen asleep in my arms several times, something that's unheard of when she's well. I've been feeling less guilty about letting her watch Noggin and eat crackers for lunch. I'm just enjoying the chance to chill with her and David at home, snuggling with my girl who usually doesn't snuggle.

Yesterday she called for me after nap and asked me to "come and sleep with her for a little bit." So I laid down in her bed with her and she promptly fell back asleep. And I just laid there and watched her sleep, noticing that her Blankie needs to be washed and that her cheeks are especially chubby up close. It only lasted for a few minutes before I needed to go get David, but it was sweet.

David, so far, has been spared on this one. He's just been running around, chunky and happy and cute as he can be. He's at a stage where he gets lots of compliments when we are out. He's just so cute. He's so active, I find it hard to keep him from hurting himself. He climbs on everything and tries to do things he can't safely do, and I can't take me eyes off of him for one second. I'm worried that he'll fall and hurt himself again, with more than a wrist fracture this time.

So I'm praying that this fever breaks and leaves our house until our next turn. But it hasn't been so bad, this week.