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May 09 2010 ·
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motherhood I tried to write an entry on Saturday honoring Mother’s Day and what it means to me. I wanted it to be sweet and sentimental, full of positive emotion and light. I wanted to share tender moments of the past 6 and a half years with these bright little souls. How different my life might be if they weren’t in it. Because of them, my life is full. My kids are the best, kind of thing.
Except my kids were not the best. They were monsters that day. They screamed, they yelled, they cried. My son hid in the bathtub, after sticking his foot in urine-filled toilet water, while my daughter tried to empty all the q-tips out of the drawer. This after everyone made so much noise that she woke from her nap early. It was this sequence of events multiplied by a hundred all day long.
It was nonstop.
Isn’t it always?
I couldn’t wait for bedtime.
Then, at the end of the day, I looked in on my peaceful children sleeping blissfully against their pillows. And I smiled. Partly because the day was finally over and it was quiet at last and I actually made it through without throwing myself off a bridge, but mostly because these moments. This is it, in a nutshell. This is motherhood. Loud and crazy and chaotic. Up, down, and everywhere in between. It’s not all sunshine and rainbows or how I thought it would be.
But it’s beautiful.
Especially when they’re sleeping.
April 05 2010 ·
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February 15 2010 ·
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photos He bought me flowers…
Which were lovely and beautiful and make my house smell like a spring garden. Even better, though…
He bought me ice cream.
January 04 2010 ·
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life They say that the way you ring in the new year is an indication of how you’ll spend the rest of your year.
This New Year’s was mostly just like any other. I put Buzz and Abby to bed at their normal time. J, Jedi, and myself stayed up until a little after 11. The only beverage I drank was of the caffeinated variety, non-alcoholic. We didn’t have a party to attend or a reason to slip on a fancy dress. We munched on snacks and watched Ryan Seacrest. The New Year was ushered in an hour early, as the ball fell on Times Square, because midnight in the midwest timezone can be anticlimatic. We hold out hope that one of these years we’ll make it to New York to celebrate in style.
I buried my head in the covers shortly after, my eyes heavy and tired. I remember falling asleep just minutes before our official start of 2010.
If it really is any indication, this year will be a lot like last.
We are, by most accounts, very boring. Most days blend into one another, spent in our pajamas. However, I wouldn’t trade these boring days, these months, these years, with this family, for anything. Life isn’t stationary, but free of drama. It goes with the flow. Boring is healthy and relatively happy, save for a few minor frustrations. While it doesn’t make for very exciting blog fodder, boring can be very good.
If this is how I spend the rest of the year, it could be a lot worse.
November 27 2009 ·
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We even managed to keep our good humor in check. For the most part. Strangely, our one argument throughout the day involved the cranberries. Not a recipe regarding fresh cranberries, because that might make a little more sense. No, my family is the simple sort who prefers the canned variety. We weren’t even adding anything extra to it. In fact, I don’t even like cranberries.
No, we argued on how to present the cranberries. And it wasn’t really an argument, it was a “this is my way” “well, I don’t like your way”, kind of thing.
Maturity, people. We own it in abundance.
J believes that once free from the can, the cylindrical cranberry gelatin should be sliced into wobbly circles. I didn’t realize this. My mom never sliced hers; she simply opened a can, put it in a bowl, smushed it up. Voila! Thanksgiving side dish staple at it’s finest. I was even laughing at how ridiculously lazy the whole thing was. That’s when I began to smush. And J began to wrinkle his nose.
You’re kidding me, right? I’m storming out of the room over cranberries? I DON’T EVEN LIKE CRANBERRIES. Stupid cranberries.
Other than that, dinner went off without a hitch. I wish we had a bigger table, but we managed. Our pleasantries returned, the food was good, conversations were loud, and the bowl of smushed cranberries was heartily devoured.
