White elephant gift exchanges and children don’t mix well.
Or rather they mix far too well.
You know what they say… one man’s trash is another little girl’s portal to hell.
I’m using the other bathroom from now on.
Tooks and I wrote about anxiety.
But we did it the Tooks and Jessie way – with bees.
And, of course those bees needed names…
Clara hid under her blanket, then she popped back out, jumped up, walked around and climbed up to lay across back of the couch behind me. We were in the last two chapters of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone and she was a nervous wreck. She gasped and she giggled and she stopped me with frantic questions about what was going to happen next that I refused to answer. When we reached the final page she laughed and laughed, then asked if we could start book two tomorrow.
Reading a great book for the first time is magical.
Re-reading a wonderful book is like visiting an old friend.
And re-reading a book with a child is like combining the two but with sprinkles and a cherry on top.
When I was about Clara’s age I visited one of my aunts, all by myself, and she read me Danny Champion of the World by Roald Dahl.
It was the best thing ever.
I was old enough to have read it on my own but she read the whole thing out loud, her own love of the book shining through the reading. Of all the things we did together and of all the books I read as a kid that memory and that book have always remained a favorite.
If you don’t have a kid of the proper age borrow one. Read them one of your favorite books. Take a decadent amount of time to do so and give yourselves an experience with sprinkles and a cherry on top.
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.
…And another year of NaBloPoMo ends.
Thanks to all my fellow Cheer Peppers for keeping me motivated!
I have a problem with the cats.
In general I rather like cats, which is good, we have three.
There is this one that is still young and cute and willing to be smothered in Jane’s love on a daily basis.
There is this one that is aloof and completely uninterested in me but causes minimal trouble and loves Ivy.
There is this one, my favorite one, that comes every night and crawls in bed with me and purrs for an hour while I read.
For all I like cats I’ll admit that they come with a pile of unsavory things. Litter boxes, food stealing, hair that sticks to everything, kittens that climb legs as though they were trees, tripping you as you walk down stairs and their continued insistence on seeing if Louie the Dove might taste as good as he looks.
I’ll forgive them for all those things because of the purrs and the snuggles and the way they love the kids.
But there is one thing, I’m just not sure I can get over. Sometimes, when they meow it sounds uncannily like “Mom.”
This is not okay.
Three girls calling, sighing, yelling, screaming, sobbing, demanding, pleading, and asking “Mom!” all day is plenty.
I’m quite sure the cats are smarter than they let on (for instance, I know that they know that they aren’t supposed to jump on the counter, they just don’t care that I know that they know. Got that?).
So when a cat meows, “Mom!” at me it shouldn’t act so surprised and affronted when I round on it with a giant, fed up, “WHAT?!?”
Yes, I have a problem with the cats.
I just haven’t decided if it’s because they are demanding me by name now too or that I’m demanding answers of them.
Either way, it’s a problem.
I’m so busy, people.
Today I did the mom thing and the hobby farm thing and the author thing and the athlete thing and the swim coach thing and the president of a capoeira group thing and the lets spend an inordinate amount of time taking slow motion videos of my own feet while I jump thing followed by the Instagram thing.
I’m so busy, people.
It was super time consuming to even find a spot with enough light. Did you know slow-mo videos need more light than regular videos? Took me ages to find the right spot. And then I had to take like 20 videos to get all the jumping figured out. I mean I had to check out all the videos in between shots. But it was super interesting because now I know that my right foot lands differently than my left. Every. Time. I had no idea. I also discovered that my toes help push me around in a circle. I thought that one was a fluke so I re-did it another couple times and yup, happens every time.
I’m so busy.
I gotta do the blogging thing now, I don’t even have time to do the folding laundry thing or the dishes thing or the picking up the rotten pumpkin thing.
I’m just so busy.
Moral of the story. We are all “busy” in our own way. #dontjudge #priorities
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