In an attempt to make oral reading more fun, I gave my son the option of picking any location in our house to do his reading time. He chose my closet.
Would not have been my first choice, but no worries, to the closet we went… I brought a pillow for me to sit on as the floor isn’t so comfy for this 9 mth pregnant momma. My son looked at me and said, “Hey, how come you aren’t sharing that pillow with me?
We had really good intentions, I swear.
We got the envelope in the mail and when it came, I remember Scott perusing it and saying, “We must mail this in soon. We can’t forget to do this.” And so I did what I do with all of our important papers and I put it on the counter so I wouldn’t lose it and so I’d know right where they were.
As I’ve already made well aware, I am not exactly a fashion guru. You won’t find me flipping through the pages of Cosmopolitan in my free time. My nails are rarely done and my idea of styling my hair involves taking the time to blow dry rather than air dry.
I wanted to look cute when Scott and I went on a date a few weeks ago. I was so excited because my friend had just lent me some adorable maternity clothes so I didn’t really give my thought to my wardrobe till about 30 min before we were going to leave when I began to change.
It’s been ** 2 ** years since I began writing “Life At The Circus.”
** 2 ** years and 654 posts
2 years, can you believe it? I can’t.
When I look back at my first posts, I laugh at how much my life has changed… and how much it hasn’t. It’s the end of the month and I gotta tell you, my fridge looks pretty much exactly the same as it did here two years ago.
I know you’ve heard of comfort foods…typically something warm and gooey that reminds you of home or growing up or just makes you feel good inside. Well, this preggo woman has comfort clothes. And they aren’t pretty. OK, let me explain. (oh, how I wish there was a good explanation…) When I was pregnant with my son I got to be so, ahem large, that I started stealing shirts from Scott’s tee shirt drawers…Not to wear in public mind you, but I did wear them around the house so I could save my “cute “maternity clothes for when I saw people.
I was cleaning the bathroom yesterday (I know, miracles never cease, huh?) when my 2 and 1/2 year old daughter came in to use the potty. “Go ahead,” I told her. (Have I mentioned that I LOVE the fact that all 3 kids can use their potty on their own, ah sweet bliss—for 11 more weeks!) Well I turned from scrubbing the tub to see her standing beside the potty. “I want to go this way!
I typically schedule my OB appointments for first thing in the morning so that the kids can stay home with Scott. This time however, his work schedule didn’t cooperate, so I brought the circus crew with me for my check up. I knew at 28 weeks they wouldn’t be doing an exam, so I felt comfortable having them tag along. I did come prepared with coloring books, crayons, snacks, and even lollipops which I saved for the very end if they were “super stars.
“You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have The Facts of Life, the Facts of Life.”
Blogging is funny, as many of you bloggers know, because when you write a post, you’re really writing a snapshot of a moment in time. And as as the author (or photographer, if you will) you get to choose which moment in time you post and thus you can largely shape the perception of your self and your family life that you present to the world.
If your from the midatlantic region (as most of my readers are, b/c I think most of my readers stalk me from facebook) then you have probably seen and read and heard all you want about snow this past week. Seriously, I have scrolled through and looked at gazillions of pictures of face book friends back decks overflowing with snow and seen kids waste high in it, which is kind of funny since I can look out my own windows and see the very same images.
January has been hard for me. We have our Christmas decorations down, but still not put away. There is a underlying sense of clutter and chaos lurking around the circus, rather than the clean slate, fresh start of a new year. I long for a good, deep clean to get things in order, top to bottom and help me to feel on top of things once again. But, it seems each day I am pulled by the more immediate needs of the day… sick kids… volunteering at school, entertaining guests, New Years cards (never got to the Christmas cards, did print New Years cards and really wanted them mailed before Feb), and school work.