I want to write better.
I want to start using my brain power again.
I want to cook dinner every night.
I want to learn Photoshop.
I want to refresh my photog skills.
I want to get a pedicure.
These things have been nagging at me the last few weeks. They have not been passing thoughts, whims, fancies or fleeting ideas. They have been in my head all. the. time. I have recently started following a handful of bloggers and in doing so I was reminded of my past where I was well-spoken, put together, accomplished, and interesting. I feel like I am none of these things right now. I am a Mommy. This is of course the most important thing I could do and it really is fulfilling.
But...
S-Monster is older now and I am starting to feel the pull of a non-infant centric life again.
I need to remind myself to take time for myself. And then do it.
This blog may never be read by more than me- but in publishing these wants in the concrete cyber arena maybe I can hold myself to working on my list. Maybe I will start to feel like myself again. Maybe, just maybe I can chip away at creating that Balance that I have heard so much about.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Finally the heat is here!
This winter baby loves the cold, crisp air that comes around and peaks during birthday time. I love going outside in super cute boots and seeing my breath while my eyebrows tingle from the chill. I don't like the rain and I don't like that in-between weather. You know the kind of weather that is gloomy, threatens to rain, hovers over Yippy-ville and stubbornly remains at 60 degrees. Who can do anything with that weather?
This year we have had WAY too much of that in-between weather. So much that I started to yearn for the warmth. That kind of warmth that makes my squash dominate the garden. The kind of warmth that makes it near impossible to go on a run after 9am without dying of heat stroke. Warmth that allows me to do this:

Now that Miss S is around this type of warmth means head to toe sunscreen and a spray bottle so she doesn't over heat. Warmth will mean Miss S will "wade" in her baby pool. She will learn what it is like to be a nekid baby on the prowl for naughty things to get into. Miss S will get to see what Mommy and Daddy look like a few beers deep making s'mores.
I made my last batch of "not-from-the-garden" marinara sauce the other day. Next time I make spaghetti this warmth will have brought me tomatoes redder than Snow White's apple and basil so fragrant that you don't even need to add it to the sauce to taste it.
Warmth has come. It is in full regalia today. I am sweating just sitting near a window with the sun beating down on me. It is heaven!
This year we have had WAY too much of that in-between weather. So much that I started to yearn for the warmth. That kind of warmth that makes my squash dominate the garden. The kind of warmth that makes it near impossible to go on a run after 9am without dying of heat stroke. Warmth that allows me to do this:
Now that Miss S is around this type of warmth means head to toe sunscreen and a spray bottle so she doesn't over heat. Warmth will mean Miss S will "wade" in her baby pool. She will learn what it is like to be a nekid baby on the prowl for naughty things to get into. Miss S will get to see what Mommy and Daddy look like a few beers deep making s'mores.
I made my last batch of "not-from-the-garden" marinara sauce the other day. Next time I make spaghetti this warmth will have brought me tomatoes redder than Snow White's apple and basil so fragrant that you don't even need to add it to the sauce to taste it.
Warmth has come. It is in full regalia today. I am sweating just sitting near a window with the sun beating down on me. It is heaven!
Friday, May 21, 2010
Testing #2
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