I’m going to write for ten minutes then hit POST.
Today I noticed that little she-who-is has actually learned to play Go Fish strategically—will actually pay attention to who asks for what. She also likes playing “tic tac taco” on the Magnadoodle.
Took the metro today and walked the three blocks to Crankypants, which was considerably less cranky today. It seems hip to dislike presbytery, but I actually like it most of the time.
Today I noticed that the walk from metro to Big Church was blinding bright with a blue cloudless sky and white crunchy crust still on everything, but dripping quickly away.
Today I noticed that I’ve been feeling sad because Dad’s death anniversary is coming on Sunday.
Today I noticed that PBS is broadcasting in high-def because that pink praying mantis is HUGE! And crystal clear!
Today I noticed that the mac and cheese made with velveeta failed to entice C to eat it, so we might as well use real cheese. (Only Kraft will do for her—thanks MaDear!)
Today I noticed that the divine miss m will eat anything, and copious amounts of it.
Today I noticed that after being in a huge meeting all day, then coming right home and wrangling kids, I was very tired of people talking, talking, talking, all around me, so I asked C to go off and play by herself for five minutes while I finished the dishes, and I promised to play Go Fish with her afterward.
And I noticed that I did not yell or fly off the handle, I just calmly asked her to do this for mommy and she complied.
And I noticed that this felt good.
Today I noticed on the side of a bus stop a poster for a Cinderella III movie coming out that asks, “What if the shoe had not fit?” I noticed that I was rather intrigued by that question.
I noticed that M’s day-care provider still has some of her Christmas decorations up and it makes me feel better about the level of clutter in my house.
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» There are no unsacred places; there are only sacred places and desecrated places. -Wendell Berry
» “The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope.” -Barbara Kingsolver
» It’s National Procrastination Week (who comes up with these things?), and in honor of people like me who like to celebrate NPW all year long, here’s a good article.

Christmas tree still up, ornaments off.
I just took down my door swag on Sunday.
The dead rosemary tree and the table-top live tree are still outside my door waiting to be removed.
Congrats on the parenting triumph!
And I can’t believe you admitted to liking Presbytery. I think that makes you a church dork. Sorry.

Thanks for this post. I really liked it. Like picking your brain somehow
and way-hay for the go-fisher - eija’s daughter (6) is so good at it she keeps me on my toes. Scary!
when our kids were little we all had a bit of non-electronic quiet time in our own space (alone time) on an almost daily basis.
the kids seemed to intuit that life was better for all of us if mom had a bit of time by herself. (perhaps i also mentioned this from time to time, but only because it was true.) i think it was one of the best things i gave our kids when they were young—the capacity to entertain themselves and enjoy being w/ themselves.
you gave c a similar experience today.
and on another note. sometimes when i try to leave a reply i can’t find the submit button so i have to “copy” what i’ve written and come again to the page where the submit button seems to be there so i can paste my comments and submit. what am i doing wrong the first time and right the second time. inquiring minds want to know…
church dorks unite! and i like the cinderalla question
Thinking of you with the memory of your Dad so close to heart.
C is a bright, bright little girl. No surprise that she is doing a little strategic planning for “Go Fish”.
We still have our Christmas tree up (real & dead)! Ugh!
Kelley
You’re welcome! (Guilty pleasure comfort food admission-Kraft Mac & Cheese, but I make it with real butter, does that earn me some extra points for gourmet cooking?)
I’m with ya–I usually do like Presbytery, and the outside lights are still up, along with assorted non-Christmas clutter in the house. Other things seem more important…
I yelled at two-year-olds yesterday, and noticed that it felt bad.
Though they did stop having a fight on top of two plastic bowls of Cheerios.
When I say “on top of two plastic bowls of Cheerios,” I mean “at the epicenter of a 6′-radius Cheerio incident.”
Cinderella III? Have they no shame?