Hello, Pot?, Red Light, and Tasting Life Twice
I think if you stick around here long enough, you’ll be able to tell when I’m completely buried in projects (ahem.. web site..), and when I’m either a) too burned out to care or b) nice and relaxed and can post a long and leisurely post.
Tonight is buried. Yesterday, too. All this week, in fact.
So here’s a quote from Emerson, which I just quoted to my friend Wendy, who at 10:45 p.m. her time is scanning photos for a project, halfway through a layout for a blog challenge for the CT she’s on, and still has 2 batches of snickerdoodles to bake. Uh huh. I think we’ve all been there. One step away from sobbing on the floor in our underwear.
So I remembered that I knew this quote, and one quick Google brought me here:
”Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense.” - Ralph Waldo Emerson
And her response? To my wise words of wisdom?
“This is kettle.”
Heh. Funny lady, that Wendy. But if that’s some explanation/excuse why my last couple posts have been lame, then there it is.
We went for a walk in the woods yesterday, all together, after one very tough Mama-day full of willful toddlers, no-napping, tantrum-throwing, potty-accident, mess-making mayhem. It was bad. Really bad.
So we went for a walk in the woods, all together. The kids are ALWAYS happier outside, and I needed to be with everyone, outside, relaxing together. Needed to be around my kids when they were happy and there were two of us to take them so the odds evened out. So the woods it was.
Here’s Rowen, lovely in the dappled shade:
It strikes me when I look at this picture how tiny she is. And yet so amazingly full of life and personality and intelligence.
Especially when she suddenly turned around, thrust out a hand, and said, “Red light! Stop!”
Well, what else do you do? So we stopped. (Jaws hanging open, looking at each other going, what?)
Then she switches arms, and says, “Green light! Go!”
So we kept going. Until she switched them up again, and we realized that she knew how to play Red Light/Green Light.
We discovered from questioning her that she learned how to play it in nursery at church. Awesome. But when we asked her what else she knew, so she wouldn’t keep catching us off guard like that, she didn’t answer. Guess we’ll just have to stay on our toes, then. And keep learning that Pig Latin, or High German, or Dwarfish, or whatever code phrases are going to get us through these next years til she loses interest in us completely (that’s at what, 12?).
And of course, we’ll stop when the Red Light says stop.
Also part of the evening’s festivities - the closest I’ve ever come to a Two-Kid Portrait. We got them to sit still for about 15 seconds, on the same bench:
They look thrilled, don’t they? And this was WITH daddy jumping up and down behind me. Clearly he needs to be a wee bit more entertaining if we are going to pull this thing off.
And I just realized that with this long post, I need to add another reason why my posts get long sometimes. I don’t often start out a blog post feeling relaxed and leisurely, but as I do the mental review of the day, and look back and look forward, deciding what to pull out and write down, I can feel the dust settling, and find myself smiling again.
We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection.
I would venture to guess that’s a reason why we scrapbook, too.