Well, it's now 2010 and here we are. It's colder than hell this week so we have barely even left the house. Yesterday I got cabin fever and decided to take the kids to the library. I warmed up the van, forced clothes and a coat and hat on Grace, and we took our bag of books and went to the library. The temperature was around five degrees, and we trudged up to the door to find the goddamn place was closed. Grace was bawling all the way home, "I want books!" which I, of course, am thrilled to hear her say. It's sooooo much better than "I want pop! or "I want candy!" or "You're not my mom anymore!"
So that was that. Our adventure for the week.
It's a new year, and everyone around the world is blogging about their new year's resolutions right now. Blah. It's always the same old crap, at least for me. Obviously I am going to continue on the road to good health, happiness, and enjoying the world around me. What I really want to focus on right now is the little details of life that make it worth living. Those things that seem insignificant but are really what it's all about. Because, let's face it, we have no clue why we are here, how we got here, what we are supposed to do here, or what the meaning of it all is. But there are things that we have to open our eyes to see, or else the million other little things will totally drag us down.
The other night, Grace fell asleep on the chair at 8:30 p.m. I figured she was out for the night, but oh no, that would be too easy. She woke up around 9:30 ready to go. We had to drag her up to bed at midnight, and she cried, screamed, thrashed, and refused to stop kicking and lie still and go to sleep until WELL after 1 a.m. Despite all this, my memory seemed to completely fail me when, in the morning, Grace approached me all sleepy-headed and I squealed and picked her up in a big hug, and said, "Oh, you are just TOO cute!"
Mommy-memory will do that. I also ran across a picture of Drew when he was about two years old. I got all choked up and teary because he was so damn cute and I miss that little boy. I told everyone what a sweet little boy he was (and he still is). All I could remember was his chubby little hands pulling on my shirt when he wanted to nurse, and the first time he hugged me and told me he loved me. It took someone else to remind me of what a holy terror he was...only then did I start to remember the box of Rice Krispies all over the carpet, and how he stomped on them while I tried to clean them up...all the times I had to chase him into oncoming traffic...the biting phase he went through that was just for me...etc, etc.
I digress...a little.
I am focusing on the good things. Making my grandma laugh. Getting a text message from my dad. High-fiving Drew while we play "Super Mario Brothers" on the Wii. Making a vegan pizza for myself and having Garrett and Grace steal it all from me. Waiting for my new cookbook to come in the mail from Barnes and Noble. Hearing Grace sing a Cloud Cult song to herself while she plays with her babies. Drinking extra coffee and staying in my pajamas while we are on vacation. And so on....
Ah, the boys are fighting now. Hitting each other. Crying and yelling. But I just turned my music up. I'll forget about this soon enough.
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