Today I turn 35. I am officially "grown-up". I know I've been an adult for quite some time now, but 35 has always stood out to me as being significant. I think a woman in her 30's is so much more confident and sure of herself. I've always looked forward to being 35 and now that I'm there, I'm happy to say that I love my life.
My day is only half over, but already I've had my share of grown up things. Poopy diapers, cat vomit, rain, no plans.
Because I didn't have any plans this morning, I decided to go to the Nordstrom Cafe for lunch with Josiah and Samuel. They were darling little lunch companions and I feel so priviledged to be their mommy. Josiah wanted a turkey sandwich that came with fries. He thoroughly enjoyed his fries and ate only one piece of bread. When he was nearly done with his fries, he decided to try to cut them with the very large fork and knife they provided. He stabbed and sawed, but was unsuccesful. Then he started spearing his fries with the fork and jamming them into his wide open knife. He got one of the fries stuck in his mouth, lodged from top to bottom and I cracked up with laughter as he tried to get his mouth to shut so he could chew it up. He's such a little cartoon character sometimes.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
Journaling
Samuel laughed for the first time two nights ago. Josiah peed in the potty for the first time tonight. Silas had the stinkiest feet EVER today. These are things that I think I'll never forget, but I know that if I don't write them down somewhere, the memory will fade.
Life is full and so busy that I'm not taking so many moments to reflect. And yet, I'm barely able to keep the house in order, keep the family fed, and make time for relationships. The extrovert in me needs to spend time with others and share my life in person and so I tell my stories to someone (often my mom) and then the urgent need to record them fades and I just don't get around to it. I guess that's okay.
My best friend, Faith, gave me a special journal in which you record a brief sentence every day for 5 years. Even that has been hard for me to do. But I have found that Facebook updates make great entries in said journal, and so I copy them in when I have time.
Maybe I should cut myself some slack. I did just have my third child. I'm a little busy. I just don't want to forget.
Life is full and so busy that I'm not taking so many moments to reflect. And yet, I'm barely able to keep the house in order, keep the family fed, and make time for relationships. The extrovert in me needs to spend time with others and share my life in person and so I tell my stories to someone (often my mom) and then the urgent need to record them fades and I just don't get around to it. I guess that's okay.
My best friend, Faith, gave me a special journal in which you record a brief sentence every day for 5 years. Even that has been hard for me to do. But I have found that Facebook updates make great entries in said journal, and so I copy them in when I have time.
Maybe I should cut myself some slack. I did just have my third child. I'm a little busy. I just don't want to forget.
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