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Tuesday August 3rd

August 5, 2010

I t was a rough day–weird. Tired, not feeling great, totally off. Bits of happiness to remember, a killer headache to forget, a $17 oil change that became a $118 oil change/power-steering fluid change/radiator flush to expunge from my memory notwithstanding my ever-increasing credit card balance, an argument that has to be dismissed for now because nothing was resolved. Never is. And I figured out that the date on my camera is a day off…so the properties on my pics for TAB is wrong. Hmph. So here are a couple of pics I took yesterday* (*because I’m posting today for yesterday. I’ll post again today…for today, but it might be after midnight before I actually publish…which will technically be tomorrow…for today. Ahhhh…).

Here’s Joe.

And here’s a favorite t-shirt. It’s a favorite because 1.) I wanted so badly to move there before Ray & I even started dating seriously, so that would be about 14 or 15 years ago, but I chickened out. It’s still in my mind. And 2.) I recently lost 30 pounds so now I can wear it nicely, thankyouverymuch!


August Second

August 3, 2010

Here are my two photos for The August Break. Lemme tell ya there are some beautiful photos in this group. By the time I posted there were 500+ submissions. I started looking at them, commenting on some. I got to the third page, saw that Jessica Hibbard had updated her initial submission and got lost in the internet reading about moleskine notebooks, bookbinding, making your own little notebooks, cool notebooks on etsy…and I find myself at 2:04 in the a.m. Yep.

My photos were going to initially be about what things in my day are “theirs” (= the boys’), “mine”, and “ours.” But things change. What started out as a sleepy, forced day turned out pretty well as far as the boys and I were concerned. TV…yeah. A lot of playing with toys, though, too. They dumped the wooden blocks, which made me very happy, btw, that they chose them over electronic guitars, tools that make authentic noises, and the billions of colorful plastic parts and pieces. Jamison was so thoughtful about his projects. After he finished building this particular structure he said, “Am I an awesome builder, Mama?” And he really wanted to know! He is such a sweet, sensitive, overloaded, emotional, intelligent boy.

We role-played animals (their favorite, my not-so-favorite but it makes them happy!), read a couple of books, role-played their favorite of them, ate, they napped.

Later in the day at Books A Million after reading several books and playing with the Thomas the Train setup I announced that it was time to go. It was almost 7 p.m., we hadn’t eaten (we were having such a good time I had no idea it was that late!), and Curtis had pooped in his diap (diaper bag was in the car). For s-o-m-e reason it threw Jamison. He burst into a rage, kicked, cried (real tears), hit, rammed into me as I calmly walked away, screamed that we were going back to play some more… Whew. I tried calmly & quietly gently restraining him. That never works because he has a claustrophobia-thing. I decided to just slowly and silently walk away. After the ramming he returned to the train set, played a few more minutes and returned as…the Jamison in the photo above. (Heavy sigh…)

A few groceries and a pizza later we were home and eating. I intended to get them in bed early (for them) in case Jamison’s thing was made worse because of being too tired. Looking at a hornet’s nest in the tree, taking the garbage out and a variety of I-can’t-quite-remembers they got into bed at around 9. Sleep didn’t come for Curtis until after 10 and for Jamison until almost 11…which is why I am willing to stay up until after 2 a.m. just to get a little bit of oh so desperately needed time to myself.

I enjoyed it. Ask me tomorrow if my answer is the same! Maybe I should get the espresso machine ready tonight.

I told Curtis that I was going to dream about going for a ride down a dirt path in a forest on the back of a tortoise. The tortoise family would walk so slowly we could reach out and grab berries off the bushes we passed. We’d look at the butterflies drinking nectar from the beautiful flowers, and we’d lounge on our backs catching glimpses of the fluffy clouds through the trees. He added that an alligator would be on the path and would chase us so he could eat us. Nice.

(Note to self: please get your thoughts together and write about the pieces of your life, and also write honestly about the words left unsaid tonight.)

The August Break

August 1, 2010

Not too sure how to do this…post in Flickr? Post here? Post…somewhere else?? I’ll have to ask my mentor, M!

August Break

August 1, 2010

Or “Thanks Christina.”

So I’m going to (try to/intend to/plan to/start to) participate in The August Break.
Gotta get to bed because pictures start…tomorrow!


Meaningful Conversation With My Oldest Son #139

July 31, 2010

Setting: Cuddling in his bed before he goes to sleep for the night.

Lighting: The soft glow of a nightlight.

Background: He is 4 years, 9 months old. The room is quiet save for our gentle breathing.

Him: “Mama, do you eat your boogers?”

Me: “No, Peanut, do you?”

Him: “Yeah, I like ’em.”

Me: “Sounds kinda gross to me, Buddy.”

Him: (excitedly) “No! You should try ’em! They’re good!”

Me: (silent for a moment) “Well, Bud, I don’t think I will because they do have germs in them. I think you should think about germs and maybe not eat your boogs any more.”

Him: “Okay, Mama, I’ll think about it.”

(a quiet moment passes)

Him: “Mama?”

Me: “Yes, Babe?”

Him: “I love you, Mama.”

Me: “I love you, too, Peanut.”

Him: “Sweet dreams.”

Me: “Sweet dreams, Peanut.”

Conclusion: Being a parent is sometimes so weird.

A.M. Mantra

July 19, 2010

I’m participating in Dream Lab. (It really didn’t sound like “my thing” but I had such a tremendous experience with Mondo Beyondo so I really couldn’t say no to another opportunity that unexpectedly presented itself. I modified on of the repeating themes “You Are Enough” for my A.M. Mantra. I’m trying to set the tone for my day rather than try to get BACK on track after something derails me or the kids to one extent or another. Now…If I can remember to go back to my mantra as the day develops, I’ll be happy! Here it is:

Do you start your day with a particular routine?

Happy day to all 🙂

{this moment}

July 19, 2010

{this moment} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. Inspired by Soulemama

(** Sorry–didn’t get this posted until SUNDAY!! So much for Friday!! XOXO**)