Look out the window
You know, it's interesting what a mind-game writing can be. I'll think to myself, "I should write in my blog tonight"- but then I'll realize I haven't the faintest idea what I want to write about. I don't want to laundry-list everything I did today, and I don't want to run on in sappy cliches about the boys and how great they are (and they ARE great). I want my writing to be an exercise in thinking broadly, sort of like remembering to stop staring at the computer screen every once in awhile and look way out the window instead. So I'll think to myself that I need to think of a good topic, and then I'll be able to go from there.
Friday, November 18, 2005
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Edge of the world
The rain waited for us to start. Light at first, it escalated rapidly into a gentle but very steady downpour. The trail gets slippery, and the treebark starts to shine. Big fat drops slide off the rhododendron leaves and hit our hats, hands and faces. Before long our backs and lower legs are soaked, though the hats and rainjackets help keep the rest of us dry at least. Did we remember to bring our gaiters? Of course not! The river roars by, rushing through leaf-strewn boulders and kicking up fine mist that melts into the foggy atmosphere. Stepping very carefully and grabbing the gnarled branches for support, we scramble back up the hill to the trail. Rain starts to ease a bit as we find our treasure spot, and littleman gets to walk the forest. He leads the way, marking "secrets" as we go. We must look a bit insane, wet and bedraggled in the woods with two young boys- but littleman is on top of the world. Baby is not, however, and lets it be known he would rather be in the snug dry car, so the 4 intrepid planters turn back toward people, asphalt and the rest of our day. Mission accomplished, at least. :)
Friday, November 11, 2005
lessons in recentering
Thinking about yoga in my last blog got me thinking about how in some ways, I have lost myself within my parenting role. It's a very easy mistake to make, and one I need to work on correcting. If I allow my individual self to be lost within the greater context of my family, then I will lose the very foundation I need in order to support my loved ones. It's extremely important to recenter occasionally, and recognize that I am an individual with my own interests and needs.
Monday, November 7, 2005
a nice cup of tea
Sometimes, there's nothing better than a hot cup of mint tea in the evening, sitting with my feet up. The scent is so relaxing, so refreshing, and it just makes me feel good. The minty steam infuses the back of my throat, leaving a lasting fresh inhalation. The warmth rushes to my stomach and radiates out, not unlike a feeling I get when practicing aware breathing in yoga. The relaxation is similar, too.
Saturday, November 5, 2005
late night adventure (of sorts)
OK, so the night after I post about inner peace and acceptance of nightly interruptions, Electra (our cat) strolls into the bedroom at 4 am with some sort of little mole- a mole who is very much alive, and very loudly squeaking about it. I tend to pile my shoes behind the bedroom door, and this is where the mole finds refuge. So, at 4 am I am up locking away the cat and then trying to catch a terrified little mole with a towel. Billy got up to help, but it was still a bit of an adventure before we were finally able to release the mole, round up the now excited dogs downstairs, release the cat and get back in bed. Neither one of us was able to sleep right away, and I of course had to get right back up soon after I dropped off. Sigh.
Friday, November 4, 2005
Friday, November 04, 2005
zen and the art of newborn nights
The last couple nights have been a little better. It's not necessarily because Griff is waking less- it's more because I have been more relaxed and accepting of the need for me to wake at night. Somehow, by remembering to go with the flow rather than resisting when Griff needs me at night I actually end up feeling more rested come morning.
Tuesday, November 1, 2005
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
I don't remember what I wanted to write about. . .
Well, baby Griff was up every two hours last night to nurse. Considering how long it takes him to nurse each time, that leaves me with very little sleep indeed! Of course the boys did not nap at the same time today, so no naps for me either! I'm doing OK, but am pretty exhausted. Littleman takes a lot of energy!
Halloween, and good night