Jeff is reading bedtime stories to Leo while I write this. We divide the days up when we are in Santa Monica and today I got the AM and he got the PM. Sometimes the PM is the hardest shift because you're tired...(drunk) by the time it's bath time. I'M KIDDING. I've had all these pockets of free time this afternoon to go on a run and go shopping for Melatonin so I'm feeling guilty. Like I've stolen something.
We are back from New Mexico. It was fun and every thing was sort of brown and adobe and pinky. The show went really well. All of the Santa Fe spiritual folks told me things like "you know you are a SHAPE SHIFTER". Which I love. And for some reason I thought we were back to using the term Indian for Native American. But just so you know...WE AREN'T. Leo asks me what every thing is and so in New Mexico the answer to pretty much everything he sees is "oh that's a Native American pot/statue/dream catcher/feather/diner/etc". But I kept using the word "Indian". I was corrected by a white woman.
Leo was once again a great traveler. In the middle of the tour I had to come back for ONE DAY to test for this pilot (I DIDN'T GET IT) and I was bored flying without him. I've done so much traveling on my own that I'm still very happy to have a new partner next to me. Without having to divorce Jeff. Speaking of divorce--Jeff and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary! The first year is paper so I took out the recycling to celebrate. And we ate at Pasquals in Santa Fe. We took Leo and a DVD player which we had him watch half way thru the meal and I thought the staff got a bit chilly to us after we did that and then I mentioned it to a local and she said "oh you weren't imagining it. They were judging you." Of course she was the same woman who told me about using Native American.
The photo I'm posting is the only one I have with Leo wearing the adorable jacket that Sarah Parks gave us for Leo and IT KILLS ME that i missed my chance for him to wear it before he grew out of it. It's the cutest jacket ever. I shoved him in it and I couldn't get it off of him. Because he loved it and it because it was too tight.
I have a bunch more photos and more to TALK ABOUT...but I have to go. Jeff is almost done reading stories to Leo and I have to run out and look busy in the kitchen.
Happy anniversary, Lauren!
ReplyDeleteIn Canada we have the term "First Nations" to refer to indigenous peoples that aren't Inuit (Eskimo) or Metis (mixed parentage). My sister has spent years in the Arctic teaching, and one community she worked in still used the term "Eskimo" to describe the older, set-in-their-ways members.