Three on Thursday
What?? Two blog posts in one week?? Yes, that's right. Here I am to bring you three (hopefully short) things on Thursday.
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Today I deleted the Facebook app on my phone. Not that I am on my phone terribly much, but when I am I believe that Facebook, by default the first thing I look at other than email or texts, takes away time spent on my Feedly app (where I keep all the blogs I like to read). Without the option of Facebook available to me today, I spent that time that I would have spent on Facebook instead on Feedly. And I realized how much I miss the blogging medium. Facebook feels more immediate, more "current", and I think that's why the knee-jerk reaction is to check that first. But so much of it is junk these days-- ads, stuff that doesn't appeal to me, etc. I have to really sift and scroll for updates from friends and truly meaningful posts.
But almost every blog post I open to read is a gem. It's just the way blogging works-- it's the nature of the beast. It's hard to explain, but the format just fits me and what I like to "consume" a little bit better. And whenever I read good blog posts I'm inspired to return to my own blog. So here I am. Keeping it short, because there are other things to do, but I'm hoping to return more and more often.
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So I whined a little bit already about being sick this week (feeling slightly better today and hoping to get to bed early to keep that trend happening!). The other morning I was feeling so awful and congested and so much pressure in my head that I put on an episode of Blues Clues for J and hopped in the shower, hoping the steam would loosen things up a little.
Well. This girl.
She is just so active and curious with just a bit of a mischievous thrown in. TV has never totally worked as a magic bullet to get her to sit still for 20 minutes. The Wiggles usually do the trick, but even they have a time limit. I could write more about that, but I think you get the picture. She's not totally naughty, but I think she's aware of the fact that doing these rascal-y types of things is a surefire way to get my attention.
So I had been in the shower about 15 minutes when N came in and said, "Mama, just so you know, J found your coffee and drank some of it, and spilled the rest down her shirt."
I kid you not. This coffee was on the kitchen counter, out of reach, cold and abandoned in the morning frenzy, but also not, like, right on the floor or anything. It must have taken some amount of conniving for her to get it, and I really don't know how she did it. Maybe she just had a growth spurt or something and is now able to reach the kitchen counter.
And what 18-month old actually enjoys the taste of coffee??? Miss J does. She's always trying to steal mine.
Luckily, when I got out and found her and measured the amount of coffee still in the cup against what my memory told me had been left in that cup before I got in the shower, it was clear that most of it had spilled and not been drunk. But we're talking Starbucks-strength coffee here and I was a little worried that she would be up until 3 AM. (She wasn't.)
I was definitely reminded of this sign that you see around town sometimes
1
Today I deleted the Facebook app on my phone. Not that I am on my phone terribly much, but when I am I believe that Facebook, by default the first thing I look at other than email or texts, takes away time spent on my Feedly app (where I keep all the blogs I like to read). Without the option of Facebook available to me today, I spent that time that I would have spent on Facebook instead on Feedly. And I realized how much I miss the blogging medium. Facebook feels more immediate, more "current", and I think that's why the knee-jerk reaction is to check that first. But so much of it is junk these days-- ads, stuff that doesn't appeal to me, etc. I have to really sift and scroll for updates from friends and truly meaningful posts.
But almost every blog post I open to read is a gem. It's just the way blogging works-- it's the nature of the beast. It's hard to explain, but the format just fits me and what I like to "consume" a little bit better. And whenever I read good blog posts I'm inspired to return to my own blog. So here I am. Keeping it short, because there are other things to do, but I'm hoping to return more and more often.
2
So I whined a little bit already about being sick this week (feeling slightly better today and hoping to get to bed early to keep that trend happening!). The other morning I was feeling so awful and congested and so much pressure in my head that I put on an episode of Blues Clues for J and hopped in the shower, hoping the steam would loosen things up a little.
Well. This girl.
So I had been in the shower about 15 minutes when N came in and said, "Mama, just so you know, J found your coffee and drank some of it, and spilled the rest down her shirt."
I kid you not. This coffee was on the kitchen counter, out of reach, cold and abandoned in the morning frenzy, but also not, like, right on the floor or anything. It must have taken some amount of conniving for her to get it, and I really don't know how she did it. Maybe she just had a growth spurt or something and is now able to reach the kitchen counter.
And what 18-month old actually enjoys the taste of coffee??? Miss J does. She's always trying to steal mine.
Luckily, when I got out and found her and measured the amount of coffee still in the cup against what my memory told me had been left in that cup before I got in the shower, it was clear that most of it had spilled and not been drunk. But we're talking Starbucks-strength coffee here and I was a little worried that she would be up until 3 AM. (She wasn't.)
I was definitely reminded of this sign that you see around town sometimes
... and you will be glad to know that I have learned my lesson. Never take a shower. ;-}
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J's toddler-hood is reminding me a bit of L at that age. For L the issue was always extremes of emotion-- either deliriously happy or tragically sad or livid with anger. She still struggles with that sometimes, although age and maturity have naturally tempered things. And I have always felt a little inadequate as a Mommy when I feel like I'm not helping her enough with finding positive, effective ways to express herself. But whenever she has a troublesome moment, I have to remember that she is six. SIX. And this same six year old I would totally trust to watch our 18-month old for 15 minutes (or even longer) while I work with her sister on school. (Should have used that while I was in the shower, eh?) This is the same six-year-old who knows that she is bridging to Brownie Scouts soon and so has been regularly pretending to be the Brownie Elf and secretly making beds, picking up toys, and tidying her baby sister's room. She emptied the dishwasher for me in less than five minutes today, even after she had completed her list of "required" chores. She regularly helps prepare meals, picks things up off the ground for me when I'm holding the baby, fetches extra forks for everyone at the dinner table, and is just generally so capable and mature and... awesome. Any amount of complaining that she does in her angry moments is really small potatoes-- and totally normal for a child her age!
I just had to give her some love because, well, what more can I say? She's the best!
Okay, there's my three. :) Have a great night, everyone!
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