Everyday Life for Four Seasons

'A' is always busy. Always. Here are some photos of her today, hard at work:

Question #1: Do you think I killed it? It is/was a rosemary plant from my herb garden. I brought it in for the winter, thinking it would over-winter better with me than with Mother Nature. Hmmm....


Question #2: Should I let her in? Where the heck has she been playing? She is so dirty!!!

This is my little collection of stationery and note cards. I keep most of my note cards in the box that is covered with printed paper. I keep boring white envelopes in the paper bag printed with pink and orange flowers. When I was younger, I was an avid letter-writer and I had a much larger assortment of printed papers. Now that the email age is here, I don't write as much. But I still love paper as much as ever. Paper is my weakness. I love to feel it and I love the way ink interacts with it.

My grandfather was a printer. I'm sure the paper fascination is in our genes.

I like to look at pretty things. Jeff and I actually had a disagreement once when I said that. He probably doesn't remember it. We were living in New York City at the time and we were walking up one of the Avenues. We were walking for exercise and we had a long way to go, so I asked if we could cross over and walk up 5th Avenue because I preferred to look at pretty things while I walked. He misunderstood me a little and thought I was being elitist, but really, I just wanted to look at pretty store windows while we walked. We did cross over and walk up 5th and it was as nice as I had expected it to be.

Nope, don't count on it. Not yet. Just because it's 45 degrees today, that doesn't mean it's going to continue to get nicer. Mother Nature is like my pilates instructor. If you show weakness, she'll make you hurt. I'm not trusting Mother Nature until June.

Well, things got busy here and I took about 3 weeks off from my pilates classes. You can imagine what that means - I have absolutely no motivation to start again! I went today and I was more out of shape than I thought I would be. Right now I have a lot of evil thoughts about exercise. I signed up for classes next week though, so I guess I'm going to plug along and get through this slump!

Today:
(this list is in chronological order. songs are not listed but are sung periodically. i am also spending some time today thinking of how disappointed i am with our governor, eliot spitzer)

bathe and dress
coffee
breakfast
children's museum
lunch
nap for 'H'
make cookies for 'A's' preschool party
exchange the too-small letter I am painting for 'H's' room at the store
stuff 6 plastic eggs with small treats for 'A's' preschool party
make dinner
go to MOMS Club board meeting
finish installing ASP.NET platform on my laptop
tv: CSI:NY

... and I'm coming back with it. I've spent three years doing full-time parenting, child rearing and housekeeping. Now that 'H' is a year old and is starting to sleep through the night, I can feel the "old me" coming back. You know, the one who used to laugh more at my husband's jokes, the one who used to care what she looked like, and the one who used to use her brain for paid employment.

I started working on a database-driven website for a client and I finally decided that it's time to update my skill set. I've been out of the loop for too long, doing what I know and what works, but not necessarily what is on the cutting edge.

I'm tinkering with AJAX. If I use it, I can't use my good ole friend ASP too - at least not very easily. It's time for me to brush up on some new technology.



I can tell that I'm ready to learn because I am so excited and energized about it!

Strawberries are on sale this week at the grocery store. That must mean that somewhere it's warming up!

This is our cat Grace. She's actually my cat - she likes me, and only me. She's a princess, and has been since the day I met her. I got her 8 years ago at a vet in Enfield, Connecticut. Distemper had swept through a local animal shelter and almost all of the animals, including Grace's mother and baby siblings, died. Grace was one of the lone survivors. I went to the vet's office because I was interested in getting a kitten and they had a few for sale. When I met Grace, she immediately snuggled into my neck and I knew we were meant for each other.

Eight years later, she still snuggles into my neck when I hold her.

BTW, the reason I wanted a kitten was because I thought Erma, my fat cat (who is almost 15!) would lose some weight if she had a playmate. I was wrong. So I instead of 2 fit, active cats, I ended up with a princess and an obese, reclusive cat. Oh well, you can't win everything!

Cheers to my dad and Marilyn who got a cat from their local animal shelter over the weekend. Her name is Katie and she's 5 years old. They enjoy having cats, so she will like it at their home.

Happy Birthday, little girl!

We had a very small party for 'H' yesterday - just me, Jeff and her big sister, 'A', and our longtime friends Chris and Sue came with their boys. I'm having trouble accepting the fact that we don't have a baby living with us anymore - now we have a 1 year old little girl and 2 and 11/12 year old big little girl, or little big girl, depending on the day.


She was the neatest cake eater we've ever seen. She put every small crumb in her mouth.


We go back and forth on having more children. If money weren't an issue, we would have as many as we could. But since money is an issue, I think we've decided that 2 is a nice number of children. That means that we just celebrated the last first birthday in our family.

I'll be the first to say it: my life is good, really good. I have a great husband and two wonderful daughters. I am fortunate that I get to spend all day, every day with my girls. I love to cook, and I am able to use my creativity every day in the kitchen. I love to live in a clean and organized home, and lucky me, I have a home that I spend a lot of time cleaning and organizing.

But wait a second, does all of that really sound like a heavenly, delightful existence? Not all the time. I mean, who wants to fold laundry, scrub bathtubs, make several meals, wash dishes, etc, etc... every single day? And as much as I love my children, it's a lot of work to be with them all day, every day. There comes a point when it's just too much to ask me to sing Wheels on the Bus one more time.

Every once in a while I get bogged down by reality and I start feeling really sorry for myself. I feel overwhelmed by all there is to do. In addition to my life as a mom, home organizer and wife, I am on the board of my local MOMS Club and I am working part time for my 2 separate companies - designing websites and clothing. 'H' still wakes up at night, and I feel like I haven't slept in years. Actually, that's a true statement. I haven't slept in years.

It's helpful for me to spend a little time being the queen of my pity party, and then I regroup and remember how wonderful my life is. I really do love it, dirty dishes, piles of laundry and all.

...babies are delicious, aren't they?

Above is 'Baby S', the happy little boy born to Sue and Chris in January. It's amazing how in a flash they go from infant to this:



'H' will be 1 year old on Saturday!

Every so often I get overwhelmed with the sheer volume of daily household tasks that need my attention. To deal with it, I do a few things:
1. Drink more wine
2. Ignore it
3. Teach 'A' how to do some of the things that need to be done

Recently I taught her the importance of lining up her shoes when she takes them off. Lining them up in one place is important because it means that I don't trip over them all day, and when it's time to go somewhere, we know exactly where they are.

Today I found that she had lined up 3 pairs by the door. What joy! My message got through. I couldn't ask for more.