Jon Stewart’s coverage of George W. Bush’s presidency is among my favorite modern media contributions- specifically, Jon Stewart’s impression of Bush’s laugh. It is great. Around 2008 I started mimicking Stewart’s impression of said laugh. We recently realized Alice’s play laugh sounds an awful lot like my impression of Stewart’s impression of Bush’s laugh. Jake and I both think this is hilarious. She does it and we exclaim “she laughs like George Bush!” both knowing full well that she sounds nothing like George Bush. She sounds like her mother imitating a comedian. Which is better. And funnier. And much more layered.
Last Saturday night we spent a couple hours in a circle of new friends, huddled around a small fire pit, set down into a shoveled out snow den. Alice blinked snow out of her eyes and barely made a peep, taking in the view of the flames and the conversation floating above her. She was cuddled in layers upon layers, a snow suit atop them all, and bound up in a carrier on my chest. There was a photographer visiting from Costa Rica and a beautiful mom with two spunky kids. My friend Meg- the birthday girl- had set up a spread of drinks and cookies and marshmallows already speared for toasting. Our pups wrestled and played, swimming through layers of snow all around us.
We've turned off the television in our home and I've cut out social media [in large part]. It is Lent- a good excuse to peel down layers of distraction and reclaim quiet. Our evenings are brief. If we’re not careful we turn out the last light having barely made eye contact that day. Between work, hugging Alice, dishes and laundry and feeding the dogs- gosh, days are brief, never mind just evenings. Our one saving grace as a couple may be that we cook together- chopping vegetables and mixing batter side by side. So, more accurately, we are peeling these layers of distraction in order to deepen layers of connection. May there always be a fresh baked good on our counter and leftovers in the fridge.
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Last Saturday night we spent a couple hours in a circle of new friends, huddled around a small fire pit, set down into a shoveled out snow den. Alice blinked snow out of her eyes and barely made a peep, taking in the view of the flames and the conversation floating above her. She was cuddled in layers upon layers, a snow suit atop them all, and bound up in a carrier on my chest. There was a photographer visiting from Costa Rica and a beautiful mom with two spunky kids. My friend Meg- the birthday girl- had set up a spread of drinks and cookies and marshmallows already speared for toasting. Our pups wrestled and played, swimming through layers of snow all around us.
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We've turned off the television in our home and I've cut out social media [in large part]. It is Lent- a good excuse to peel down layers of distraction and reclaim quiet. Our evenings are brief. If we’re not careful we turn out the last light having barely made eye contact that day. Between work, hugging Alice, dishes and laundry and feeding the dogs- gosh, days are brief, never mind just evenings. Our one saving grace as a couple may be that we cook together- chopping vegetables and mixing batter side by side. So, more accurately, we are peeling these layers of distraction in order to deepen layers of connection. May there always be a fresh baked good on our counter and leftovers in the fridge.
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