When I started this blog I was also maintaining another more private, family blog where I’d post lots and lots of pictures of my kids, the funny things they’d say and do, and occasionally (or more than occasionally) the funny things I’d do, like become obsessed with Twilight for 5 years and re-post anything and everything Twilight (omg, did you hear that K-Stu and R-Patz are back together…again?!). Anyway…
I had no intention of THIS blog containing things about kids. I set out to find myself by doing a lot of soul-searching, self-analyzing and desire-exploring. But I’ve very quickly realized that I have very little to say that doesn’t involve parenting, motherhood, homemaking, wifery and the like. Don’t get me wrong, I have an opinion about EVERYTHING. But when it comes to the things that really matter to me and matter in general, they mostly involve my family. Its about time I didn’t use such vagueness in posts describing those who I love most (ie: “the daughter”).
So without further ado, I’d like to introduce…
•Has an incredible talent for drawing and anything artistic really.
•She was born with an opinion (furrowed brow and all), and is a great negotiator, just like her mommy.
Aaron Everest (Everest)
•The sensitive twin. He gives the best hugs, complete with back pats.
•Formally known as “baby A”, he was born first, born bigger, and stayed bigger.
•He’s most recently developed the talent of headstands.
•He’s totally obsessed with anything space/rocket related.
•He’s the one who “likes” everything about me when its time for bed (in all honestly, Everest is the one who started this, but Calder quickly caught on that he can stay up a lot longer if he butters me up. He’s like Jade this way).
•That’s not true, but it may as well be. He CAN say mama, daddy, Jadie, and “cheeeese” though.
•I bet he’ll be potty trained before his brothers too.
•Love him. Oh and also…he is an incredible landscaper, fine art sculptor, basketball coach, father, and the most patient man I know. Did I mention I love him?
As I read through this, scanning for spelling and grammatical accuracy (which we both know is impeccable), I feel like the absolute luckiest girl in the world. My family means everything to me. Is it so strange that I still have a sense of longing to find something?
Yesterday, Aaron gave me the opportunity to have a “me day”. Before I left he asked me what I planned to do, and I thought…go to the grocery store? Mail in Jade’s basketball registration form? Go out to lunch…oh, by the way Aaron, do you want me to bring you something? I don’t know HOW to have a “me day”. So as I went from random place to place, I found myself just talking to everyone I saw, stranger or not, and voluntarily offering an explanation for why I was childless today. No one cared. But I did.
Being out in public childless is like forgetting your purse at home. Or even worse, forgetting to wear a bra. I think from now on even on my “me days” I will bring at least one of them along.