Over It

What does it say about my state of mind that I am ready to call in a huge construction dumpster and tip the house up on it’s side?  I’ve avoided Target now for about 4 weeks and I’m beginning to come out of the haze.  I can’t really remember now why I HAD TO HAVE the cheap art and ill fitting pants (just two lame examples of overspending).  Only a week ago I would have told you that the hallway was begging for ornamentation and that I would rather have ill fitting pants than no pants at all.  My new rational self is saying, O-kay, and that makes sense how?

Plodding Along

There are so many things I want to examine here.  I never know where to begin.  I never know how to start.  Everything seems so easy until I actually try it.  This is hard.  I’m hoping to eventually write complete essays here.  I’m not interested in fragments (hello, I’ve barely even written fragments).  I want to explore the writing process.  Maybe if I say it enough times, I will make the time and bring forth the effort to make it happen.  Maybe.

Second Breakfast

My boy likes to eat. My boy likes to eat green things and saucy things. And breakfasty things. It’s only a big deal because the OTHERS do not like to eat and it is not fun to cook for people who do not like to eat, people who could care less about what they are eating as long as it is not green or saucy. Or tasty.

My boy likes to try new things, and when he does, he almost always wants more. When I make dinner, he almost always says “This is the best dinner ever, Mommy!” When I was a kid and mom would make something new for dinner my dad would always tell her, “You should open a restaurant!” I loved it when he said that because she would get all smiley. A kid likes it when mom is smiley. Remember that.

Timelapse….

As if I needed proof that she’s growing up too fast.

So Funny it Hurts

Little Things

Wixie and I have a bedtime ritual.

I say, I love you.

He says, I love you very much too.

He says, I love the whole family VERY much much much much.

I say, that’s a lot of muches.  We love you very much too.

He says, I love you guys more than (this part varies, but last night it was…) rainbows, kisses, and all my toys in the whole world.

I say, I know you do bud.  And we love you more than anything too.

Then.  Only then, do I go ahead with my life.

Lord help us.

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6 year-old: “I will be on American Idol.”
Me: “Really, what makes you think that?”
6 year-old: “I was BORN to be on American Idol. It’s my destiny.”

Catching up

Been wondering lately if I’ll ever catch up to all the things I really really want to do.  At least I always have something to look forward to, right?  So why do my dreams feel like a fifty pound weight on my shoulders?  That’s not right.

A Few Flurries

Christmas 2007

Christmas 2007

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