Musings

I had a fun weekend with my husband and son. We took a get away, just an hour away in Columbus. We went to COSI and out to dinner and did a little shopping. It was nice just to be away from everything, even if we were only gone for one day.

I was reading some other people's posts today, and mine don't seem nearly so exciting, and they tend to be much shorter. I don't really care, it's more a comment than anything. It's just nice to have a place to jot down a few thoughts and maybe hear back from a few people. It's kind of cool in a way to be able to listen in on the thoughts of someone you know nothing about and who could be anywhere in the world.

Walk in the Woods

Had alovely walk this morning with my husband and son. We took a toddler sized walk. His legs are still little so he can't go as far. We were also walking uphill part of the way, which is still difficult for him, but he was a trooper. He took a rock from the driveway, which he carried the whole way. He also found a stick, which he tried to drop, but Dad kept picking it back up. The rock was finally liberated back at the house in his favorite place. We have a stone that's been carved out by water over the years. He likes to drop rocks in it and splash his hand in the water. Right now it's iced over, so he just slides his hand over the ice and tries to pick the rocks out of it. He also likes to watch the dogs when we are walking. They are a great motivator to keep him moving forward. (Although they sometimes go off the path and lure him in the wrong direction.) So far he mostly stays on the path since it's easier to walk on. Given time and more practice, I'm sure he'll be off exporing in every direction soon.

Open Heart Verbage

Another posting has inspired me to be mushy because of Valentine's Day (even though I'm a little late.) I have much to be thankful for this year (I know, I know, it's not Thanksgiving.) There are so many people who have shown their love and support these past years, through my pregnancy, while giving birth, bringing up this little bundle of joy (who just turned one) that I want them all to know how much I appreciate them and love them. I'm a little reticent with expressing my feeling in person, so if said people are reading this then, yes it applies to you. It's hard to understand how much a parent loves their child until they have one themselves. (Hey, I almost had a sentence without parethesis at the end, but I wouldn't want to ruin a good trend like this.) Love multiplies and grows a little more with each passing day (Okay, I'm done being mushy now, boy I was really gushing there for a minute.)

Sick, Sick, Sick

I hate being sick. It's even worse when everyone else in the house is sick. You just don't get any sympathy. No one to take care of you. You just have to fend for yourself. It's even worse with a baby in the house. He's sick, too, but doesn't seem to know it. He's been a bundle of energy, but has been very good at keeping himself entertained while I watch from my chair and occasionally smile. I'm feeeling better. I plan to go back to work tomorrow. But it has not been very satisfying being at home sick. It's hard to explain -- it's like you need this time to just hole up and do nothing but respond to your poor, tired, sick body, and even though I feel better, I didn't really get to do that. Oh, well. I'm sure my Mom would say, "Welcome to Motherhood."

First Haircut

My son had his first hair cut today. It was much more traumatic for me than I thought it would be. It was actually okay as it was happening, but later when I was driving home, I just couldn't stop thinking about all of the cute little curls that are now a thing of the past. He doesn't look like a baby anymore. He looks like a little man. Very cute of course, but still ... he's just a baby. He did quite well, was only a little fussy and fidgety toward the end. The barber was very nice about it. He even collected up some of his hair and put it in a bag for me.

Do you ever have an unquenchable desire to eat chocolate? I must go find chocolate.

Had a date night with my husband tonight and it was great. I didn't realize how much I missed spending time with just him. We really haven't had much time alone since our son was born. Of course, I missed him while he was gone, and we both talked about him. But all of our attention and focus wasn't on him for a change. We dropped him off at my sister's house then came back home and had dinner and watched a movie. Things we do with around all the time, but different without him there.He had a great time playing and having fun at my sister's. He didn't miss us when we dropped him off, and was reluctant to leave all the cool toys when we came to pick him back up.

It's a double edged sword -- wanting your child to be independent and able to fair on his own, and wanting him to miss you, or at least think of you while your gone. I think we have a pretty independent spirit.

Warm and Clean

It was such a beautiful day today. It's hard to beleive it's January. My son and I went for a wagon walk around our property and didn't have to wear jackets. The sun was even shining! He loves to ride in the wagon and watch the dogs as they run ahead and explore every nook and cranny along the way. Today he decided it would be fun to play drop the toy on the path. We made the best use of our day. Especially since there's a chance of snow tomorrow.

I shovelled out my office today. I can actually walk in without tripping over anything. Now I have to work on the desk and shelf surfaces. It seems like a never ending project. There's always something new coming in to fill my desk, the floor, etc... My husband brings anything in here that's mine when he gets tired of looking at it out in the living room. I have two boxes full of stuff, but I don't remember what's in the boxes and don't feel like moving the stuff off the top of the boxes to find out. I used to be a little more of a neat freak, but my limited extra free time has made me change my ways. Not that it doesn't bother me sometimes, but, hey, I'd much rather be fooling around online or reading a book when I have a spare moment than cleaning up around the house.

The New Year

I have resolved not to make any resolutions this year. Of course, I have a laundry list of things I'd like to do and accomplish, but when I call it a resolution it takes on a new and different meaning and just doesn't get done. I'm usually pretty good at getting things on my list done. My perpetutal, ever-growing "to do" list. One of a string of paper lists, where things not done get moved to the new, better list. Or my electronic list where things linger forever until, I either get tired of seeing them and delete them or finally cross them off. For lists, I think I prefer paper. It's right there in my hand. I have the satisfaction of crossing off the items as I accomplish them. I can have a large sheet of paper with lots of crossed off items. And then I can start all over again on a fresh sheet of paper.

It's gray and yucky outside this morning. At least we had a nice day for the first day of the new year. Sometimes, it's hard to be inspired to do much of anything when it's gray and rainy. A good time to curl up with a good book.

Home for the Holidays

We loaded up the family and headed home for Christmas. We had a great time, although we did celebrate Christmas five times after all was said and done. My son, and heck my husband and I were all spoiled greatly this year. We ended up taking home one of my cousin's gifts. Each of us thinking the other had opened it. Now I have to mail it to her -- it couldn't have been someone a little closer -- oh, well. I have already taken down all of my inside decorations. There's something about seeing them after everything is all over that just drives me crazy. My husband plans to take down some or all of the lights outside today while the weather isn't too bad.

P.S. No one even noticed I hadn't used bows, so maye it will be a new tradition for a while.

First Posting

This is my first time blogging. Of all people, my mother (Miss I Don't Do Technology) got me to try it out. Right now I'm rushing around trying to get all of my Christmas presents wrapped and sorted before we have to leave. It's been a little crazy this year and I made a no bows decision. It sure saves a lot of time. It doesn't look quite as nice, but , oh well. My family will probably be shocked. This will be the first year since I started buying my own Christmas presents that they won't be beautifully wrapped and ribboned. Can you tell, I'm a little obsessed over this? But I just don't have time to do it, so I'll just write about how I wish I did. You're probably thinking -- well just quit typing and slap a few bows on a few presents right now. In the time it takes to write this I could probably do one or two, but who would I choose? I don't like to use the self sticking bows, so I'd have to cut ribbon, tie it, puff it out, curl it, and make it look nice. Okay, I think I got it out of my system. No bows this year. I can wait until next year.