Sunday, September 14, 2014

MY FAVORITE WORDS Inspired by Lindsey


These are my top ten favorite words (not in order of preference) (or any other order):

  1. Pickles
  2. Trigonometry
  3. Calculus
  4. Recalcitrant
  5. Carl
  6. Gubernatorial
  7. Disenfranchised
  8. Karate
  9. Gladiola
Oh, only one more until I reach my arbitrarily assigned word limit. This is so difficult! I feel I may languish from the effort of choosing. Such a didactic practice in self-discipline.
     10. Propitiation 

Blessings be

I'm feeling thankful for all the healthy, sleeping kids who are strewn all over my house right now.

For Sage who is recovering from her very first run in with germs (a cold).

For the chill in the air.

For a chance to watch football-opera with my husband tomorrow.

For having sisters.

For my daughters having sisters.

For a son who is a cooler version of me.

For programs that make it possible for our children to be involved in special activities like ballet, art appreciation, and cello.

For parents whose marriage is a revelation and model to look to.

That this life isn't it.

Friday, September 12, 2014

So happy to see you.

Back explanation: Solo goes to half day preschool. It's Montessori so half the kids are kindergartners who go the full day. So while a few leave at lunchtime, the rest of the kids are there till 3:30.

We went to pick up Marley at school and we walked into the building and waited for her class to get to the gym. Before her class got there, Solo's class went by. The first kid in line goes "There's Solomon!" Then every single kid in the line gets excited and greets Solomon. It made me so happy to see people happy to see my kid. I started crying. I'm such a baby!

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Love speaks, love acts.

Two things I don't want to be guilty of:

1. Waiting until someone is dead to show them I love them.
2. Waiting until my kid wins to cheer.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Bigger than the viola.

Yesterday, I picked Marley up from school and she set my parent heart aflutter.
"Can I take cello lessons?"

My first little dream for my baby 6 years ago, possibly coming to fruition. A cellist. Perhaps the next Zoe Keating, of whom I am such a fan.

#blessings #beauty

No man is an island.

I'm thankful that as I get older and grow closer with God that I become more at peace with man's terminal solitude. We cannot be fully loved or understood by anyone other than the one who created us. But that isn't something that we should try to console ourselves with. It's cause for celebration.

Mankind will let you down every time. It is pure joy that it isn't on humans that we are called to rely. It's on the one who made the moon and named the stars. The lover of our soul.

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Human emotions

Backstory: Solo caught a hard elbow to the nose during a game of peekaboo.
He reacted by running and hiding and crying and rejecting anyone who tried to soothe him. He seemed very angry.

Me: Why did you get so mad?
Solo: I was crying.
Me: But you seemed really mad too.
Solo: I wasn't mad. I was hurt and I was crying and that is just how I stop myself from crying.

He tried to keep himself from crying by acting angry and pushing people away. Is he human or what?

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Enjoy your soup

We've been trying to get creative with dealing with night terrors.
Nothing works every time. But some things work some of the time.

Never works:

Bright lights


Worked: (you always have to catch it right at the beginning).

Pick up boy and deliver him to the "secret" stash of chocolate in the laundry room and let him have one.

Fun game apps.