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{Mine}
I am far too tired today to write with any real focus but I worry if I don’t keep writing, I won’t keep writing, ya know? I currently blame my exhaustion on the Keurig company. I got this fancy coffee maker for Christmas and it’s amazing. Seriously, it is amazing. However, I ordered approximately a billion K-cups from the website and although they promise shipment within two days, I received my shipping email today. Eleven days after the order. So, I have refused to purchase coffee (Read: had little coffee) lately…because you know I was waiting on the delivery of a billion morsels of heaven.
Rowan finally walked. He had taken maybe one-half of a step prior to Wednesday night when he suddenly stood up and walked across the living room. Awesome. Except, he hasn’t taken a step since. He is truly my child with this whole stubborn, I’ll do it when I damn well please attitude.
Lately, he likes to be sung to sleep. As an infant, singing kept him awake. He would just stare at me, trying to figure out what on earth I was doing, until I gave up on the whole notion and rocked him in silence. I’m ok with that, I wasn’t then, but I’m ok with that. Now, though, it’s a wonderful little routine. I’m not sure why but one night I randomly started singing. He stared at me then snuggled in and passed out cold. If I stop singing before he’s asleep he “sings” in this beautiful, heavenly series of coos and ahhs until I start again. Sometimes, I stop early just to hear him even though it sets bedtime back a few minutes.
I know it seems un-motherly but I didn’t love the newborn phase. I know, gasp. Row was a tough baby to please. I was a perfectionist. The two didn’t mesh. I wasn’t sure when we ever would. I loved him of course and we had a routine but I wasn’t sure we would ever just get each other. We still don’t but we’ve learned to compromise and I love this age. It is my favorite and I can’t express the joy it brings me to see my heart toddling around out of my body.
He is mine. I see proof everyday. He loves music. He NEEDS to be doing something. He hates shoes and adores soft knit blankets. He likes his TV shows a little too much. He adores books, but needs to read at least five at once. He would prefer not to walk anywhere. Long car rides make him cranky. He is loud and shrill and will talk your ear off. He could, and often does, eat every hour. He thinks he is always right and can’t understand why he is the only one smart enough to figure that out. He is mine. He is me. And everyday it is clearer he is what I always wanted and needed.
{Cheesecake Sopapillas}
The long awaited recipe of the most amazingly easy and delicious dessert ever. People will fall all over you like you slaved away Martha Stewart style.
2 cans of crescent rolls
2 packages cream cheese
1 tsp vanilla
1 cup sugar
1 tbsp butter
1/2 tsp cinnamon
Spray bottom of a 9x13 pan with non-stick spray. Roll one can of crescent rolls flat in the bottom of the pan. Tip: You could easily use the crescent sheets here but I love the look of the filling spilling out of the roll seams. Mix cream cheese, sugar and vanilla and spread over crescent rolls. Tip: Make sure your cream cheese has softened. Roll second can of crescent rolls over top of cream cheese mixture. Melt butter and mix in the cinnamon. Spread the butter and cinnamon over top with a pastry brush. Bake as directed on crescent package. Let stand approximately ten minutes. This is great served hot or cold from the refrigerator.
Winter Wonderland
I have a sickening love affair with Christmas lights. My child does too. This is something I could not love more. I was forever begging my family to pull out the holiday decorations the second we put away the pumpkins and ghosts. Happily, I was blessed with a child who will be my partner in convincing his daddy that this is a new mid November necessity. I love turkey but not as much as all things shiny and cheer filled.
Today, we had plans to Christmas shop all day but the 5 inches of snow we got overnight stopped us in our tracks. Instead, we are watching Christmas movies from the couch in our sweats while a diaper clad boy dances around the tree and finger paints Christmas ornaments. Side note: I bet this messy work of art is the first gift my mom actually keeps past January 1st. The snow is still coming down outside and after The Santa Clause we will be bundling up for Rowan's first romp in the snow. I can't wait. Pictures to follow.
{My Gravity}
Today, I'm participating in
The prompt I have choosen is "If you could stop time for 24 hours, what would you accomplish?"
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"If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save everyday
Til eternity passes away
just to spend them with you"
--Jim Croce
If I could stop time for twenty-four hours, I would spend it doing the most important things in life, even though at the end of the day it would apppear I'd accomplished nothing.
I love my life right now, truly, I do. There are bumps. I am bruised. But, I see the light; and at the end of the day I smile at thoughts of the moments of pure bliss I was blessed to experience. I smile a welcome good morning to life as its sun drenched fingers peel the curtains back from my eyes. I attempt to treasure the smallest of life's victories when they happen, because it makes the iron clad pills of disappointment easier to swallow. However, with all of that said, and as trite as it seems, sometimes life's neccessities get in the way of life's gravity.
I'm lucky enough to have my own forces of gravity in this world. I have a snaggle toothed boy who reminds me to come down to earth and enjoy the simple things in life, like taking pleasure in watching a tower topple just as much as you relished its construction. I have a best friend who literally finds occasion to remind me to breathe. I have friends who help me keep grounded by loving the hell out of life with me. I have family who holds me together when I fall apart. And somehow, even though all these people tie me to the earth, keep me grounded, focused, and alive, they too help me to soar. But, I miss them. Life gets in the way.
I long to stop time for even a mere minute so I can focus on my gravity. If I had a whole twenty-four period, well, that would be heavenly. I'd wake up early and savor the quiet that is known only by the wee morning hours. I'd read a trashy novel and sip from a hot mug while I patiently waited for the world to wake up. I'd play with Rowan, really play with him. I wouldn't be distracted by email or work worries. I wouldn't rush to balance him on one hip and put makeup on. We'd cook breakfast together and giggle over blueberry pancakes. I wouldn't worry about the sticky mess of the syrup smeared on my shirt or living room. We'd leave the laundry and the dishes. Our beds would stay unmade. We'd race to the park for the best swing and roll in the grass. We'd meet our friends for lunch and laugh like we'd just learned how. We'd revel in the long country drive to my childhood home, singing at the top of our lungs. We'd cuddle with grandparents and I'd smile over sticky dinners of ice cream, cake, and popsicles. And, after Rowan was safely tucked away into his bed as he always is in my heart. I'd walk a slow, steady walk across the campus of my alma mater hand in hand with my love and relive all the things that brought me here. I'd lounge in gravity's arms and deeply inhale it. If I could suspend time, for those twenty-four hours, I'd love.
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