Six More, please!

If there were about six more hours in the day I would be in great shape. It's true that it's 2:00am and I am still up,(and for some reason on Blogger), doing a great many things. Finally getting caught up on dishes, finishing folding the laundry that's been hanging dry since Sunday. Actually updating my blog, making an exhaustive list of thank you's I still need to send for Christmas, (and yes even Katy's baby gifts), finding out info for the Murder Mystery I am hosting on Saturday....I could go on and on but really I should go to bed.

Do you ever find that you just need that extra day? I have recently discovered that the secret to a great day here is to have something out-of-the-house for Isabella and Brooklyn to do each morning. That doesn't always get accomplished right now because us girls only get the car once a week and it's been pretty poor weather for toddler walking. I am greatly looking forward to Spring, preferably non rainy mornings and rainy afternoons. (Did you hear that Big Guy, I placed my order...).

The thing about leaving the house in the morning is the inability to multi-task during that time. Being home I know where the girls are, and children learn so well from free play that it's easy to sneak in a few minutes here and there to do projects or cleaning. Not being at home takes away that opportunity. Being out and about is great, but it's a learning curve.

Luckily we've been going through some smooth transitions. Kathryn is now only eating 4 times a day, (around about the same time which she did all on her own, no schedules this time around-AHHHHHH), and sleeping through the night while sharing a room with Brooklyn. They all go to bed about 7:00 and Katy gets up for her "middle of the night" feeding around 9:30 and then sleeps until a blessed 8:00 with the other two! I was so afraid of moving her upstairs to share, but she's done remarkably well. It has only been three nights and I did just blog about it, but fingers crossed it continues anyway.

I should go finish up the last few things on my immediate to do list and head to bed, now that I've graced cyberspace with that adorable grin it's time to bid you adieu.

An Interesting Tag

I was tagged by Tara today with an interesting tag.



The Rules:

1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).

2. Open the book to page 123.

3. Find the fifth sentence.

4. Post the next three sentences.

5. Tag five people.



Here goes.



"The Gospel According to Tony Soprano" by Chris Seay



"His death is always imminent. Indictments that could ensure that his days would end behind bars are probable and the teenage boy he will leave in his stead has to be picked up from summer camp for wetting the bed. These fears lead to depression and anxiety."



I tag: Jen ; Jill ; Karen ; Elizabeth ; and if you'd like to be tagged consider yourself #5.

Oodles

I have oodles and oodles of pictures from the last bit and finally figured out how to access them. For now I'll tease you with just a few:

One of Isabella's many photo shoots at Ikea. She now runs to the bunk beds and poses until we stop and take pictures of her. Lucky for her Ikea is a cheap family date. We wander the showrooms, wear her and Brooklyn out, stop for $1 hot dogs and Nick and I get almost two hours of uninterrupted conversation while driving to and from.

Brooklyn giving us just a second out of her busy life. Tossing her baby blues over the shoulder as though to say, 'don't you wish you were important enough for me to stop my busy life'.

And Kathryn trying to focus on life. Which she's doing a great job of. I can't believe how big she is already. But that's another post, and who knows maybe I'll get to that one tomorrow!

Period Sweats

Throughout our lives we meet a million people. Well maybe not a million, but we meet a LOT of people. Each person we meet touches our life in a different way. Some hang on forever, some do not. Sometimes distance separates us, sometimes changes in hobbies, sometimes we separate for no reason at all.

In my particular life I have had the opportunity to meet a million great people. People who sink back into my sub-conscious thoughts throughout the days. Whether I'm glancing at pictures, watching an old movie, thinking about highschool classes or digging deep into my psyche to deal with a particular life circumstance.

One thing that saddens me about my life is that I can't gather up all those people I know and put them in the same place at the same time and we can all live there happily ever after. I miss people; and I'm sure people in my current life would love people from my past life if only I could get them together!

I like to pride myself on being good at keeping in touch. I am one of those people who returns emails quickly, I do return phone messages-(maybe not as quickly), I write annual Christmas letters, do this blog, am on Facebook each day to connect, and I don't shy away from trying to hook up with 'old' friends if we're in their city. If you don't return the favor I try not to push myself on you, but I'll never forget to remember you.

When we do hook up again it's great. I'm not one that needs to know what you've been doing for the last ten years. Tell me what you did yesterday and the conversation will flow, the back story will fill in as necessary. Let's just pick up like we never left off.

If you were writing my tombstone today, I would hope it would read; "Amanda-She was like a good pair of period sweats.".

You always know they're there in the drawer for the bloaty days. Waiting for you after a long day's work at the office. They give in all the right areas. They're worn in and fit like they were made just for you. No judgements, no opinions. Sure they have experience and they'll share it with you, but never ambush you with it. A soft place to fall, a warm hug when needed. When you don't need them you shove them in the drawer and even though you don't wear them everyday, you always know exactly where they are when you need them. Waiting for you to call on them and feeling like they've fulfilled their purpose when you do use them.

That's what I want to be. A good pair of period sweats.