Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Tired, Snow, Fireplace...That About Covers It

Goose got up at 5:30 this morning. That's much better than yesterday, when she got up at 3:00. Funny enough, I don't seem to have the energy for anything but sitting here. Also, I still can't seem to make myself go to bed earlier at night, because I am ridiculous.

There is snow pretty much everywhere in the U.S., right? We have some here, about 4 inches. Maybe 5. Yesterday we went sledding, and it was a lot of fun, and now I feel like I'm off the hook for playing in the snow. Bee asked if I'd play in the snow with him this morning, and I didn't feel the least bit guilty when I said no. I reminded him that he's going to a friend's house this afternoon and that she will surely play in the snow with him. Plus, he has a sister who loves the snow too.

Nobody went outside though. So far we've only finished our school time, sat by the fireplace, ate a lot of clemetines and pasta, and now we're relaxing with our separate activities. The fire pulls us in somehow. It's so instinctual to gather around it, to stare at it while thoughts wander.

We'll visit friends this afternoon, then I'll make something for dinner, then I will plan to go to bed early but will actually stay up very late.

Winter hibernation, aaaaah.


Monday, January 3, 2011


She asked if she could put on my lipstick, and I said yes.

It sure did make her happy!

I have always enjoyed putting on makeup, and so it's fun to watch her enjoy it too. She has some new chapstick that sees a lot of her lips. She carries it in an old purse of mine.

The way that my children want to be like me is almost too much to comprehend. It's also a little scary. I mean, hopefully she won't desire to become a completely useless sobbing mess when lost or get frustrated way too easily by minor things, or any of my other many faults.

But let's keep the focus on the positive! I love the way she'll be in the bath, with her hair wet and streaming down her back and she'll wiggle her head to feel it on her skin. She'll say, "My hair is long like yours mama." Sometimes she says, "I want to be like you." That means I am to put her shirt on her head so she can pretend it's long hair. Like this:


She is very tender and gentle with her baby dolls, and I hear her telling them things that I have told her. Although sometimes she tells them, "I can't play right now because I am on the phone." But really, much more frequently she says things like, "It's okay baby, mama's here with you. I will hold you."

I suppose that's why I let her put on my lipstick. It's a compliment of the highest order that she asked, and it made me feel like a queen.