Hurry Up… But Not So Fast!

It’s official.  My baby is going to be 5 this weekend.  How did this happen?  Where did the time go?  Its seems like only a blink ago, I was in the hospital, watching the Oscars, waiting to meet my first bundle of little boy, wondering if he would be a Leap Day baby, or a 1st of the month baby (the latter won out). 

2004… 5 whole years ago.  Sometimes I really have to think hard about what year it is, and I second guess myself that it’s really 2009 already.  I seem to be moving through time at a different speed than reality.  Do you know I actually wrote a check the other day, and dated it 2006?  2006!?!?! THREEwhole years ago, people!  Sometimes I can’t believe how old I am, and that we’re already almost a decade into the 21st century.  Maybe it’s a sign that my memory is really starting to go.  You know how alzheimer’s sufferers can remember vividly events from 50 years ago, but can’t recall what they had for breakfast?  That’s me.  It’s happening already!  Okay, so maybe it’s not alzheimer’s, but I definitely have noticed a marked decline in brain activity…. but I’m getting off topic.

Anyway, why is it time moves faster as we get older?  And yet, why do we constantly wish time away?  Example:  “I can’t wait until this weekend”…. “I just wish spring would get here”,  “Just get me through the baby phase!”  I find myself having to consciously remind myself to enjoy each and every moment, right now, in present time, and stop looking forward to all of the perceived enjoyment that’s still to come.  After all, the future will always be the future, and the present will always be the present, so if one keeps looking to the future for happiness, wouldn’t it be fair to say you’ll never actually achieve it?

And is living more in the present the secret to slowing time down?  I don’t know, but it couldn’t hurt.  If nothing else, I think it fosters a more positive attitude in general.  With the day to day hustle & bustle and worrying about what needs to get done next, it’s somehow calming for me to view this present time as a past dream fulfilled:  having a home in a nice neighborhood, a doting husband, and lots of little feet running amuck.  It makes those crazy days of temper tantrums, toy cyclones, laundry piles large enough to fill a landfill more manageable.

Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s important to have future goals and hopes and dreams…. it’s what drives us to do better every day.  But I think it’s all too easy to fall into a pattern of discontent with where we’re at, in an effort to get to where we’re going.  Having kids had been a good reminder for me to slow down- they grow so fast, I can’t help but notice how quickly we’re moving through linear space.  After all, we take the canoe trip to enjoy the ride down the river, not just the destination.

So, yes, this weekend will be filled with much activity and preparations for a special little boy’s big day.  But I will also be trying to take it all in and appreciate every moment, even the meltdowns (is that even possible?), should they happen, in an effort to slow the passage of time.  While Max is enjoying his presents, I will be enjoying my “present”.  I will enjoy the canoe ride.

I wanted to end with a significant quote, but there are so many.  Here are some that spoke to me:

Forever is composed of nows. ~Emily Dickinson

 It is only possible to live happily-ever-after on a day-to-day basis. ~Margaret Bonnano

 We are always getting ready to live but never living. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

I have realized that the past and future are real illusions, that they exist in the present, which is what there is and all there is. ~Alan Watts

Seize from every moment its unique novelty, and do not prepare your joys. ~André Gide, Nourritures Terrestres

When I am anxious it is because I am living in the future. When I am depressed it is because I am living in the past. ~Author Unknown

The ability to be in the present moment is a major component of mental wellness. ~Abraham Maslow

Life lived for tomorrow will always be just a day away from being realized. ~Leo Buscaglia

We steal if we touch tomorrow. It is God’s. ~Henry Ward Beecher

God made the world round so we would never be able to see too far down the road. ~Isak Dinesen


Enjoy your canoe ride!





Mmmmm…. I can almost taste the greezy goodness.  This one is for my hubs.  Get your site baconated here.  I found this via Craftapalooza.

Therapy in a Jar

A good idea is a good idea, whether it’s mine or not.  Apparently, this concept has made it’s way across the blogosphere, and halfway around the world and back, but I’m just learning about it today. The Magical Thinking Jar is something that will be finding shelf space in our house for a while (or maybe forever).

With all the cute musings and observations that are overheard around this house, I’m surprised we haven’t thought of it already.  Basically, it’s just a jar that holds scraps of paper with all the little things you hear your kids say… the adorable things that you don’t want to forget…. the things that will keep you from strangling them when they are channeling Damian and chucking LEGOs toward you at hyper speed merely for suggesting they eat their snack in the kitchen… just pull one out and… voilá – instant therapy in a jar. 

Then, at some point I suppose you can do somthing with all of this cuteness: put it all into a scrapbook, perhaps, or, well, that’s about all I can think of right now, but you get the idea.

Come to think of it, you don’t even need kids to do this.  Maybe you just use it as your idea jar– a place to store those random thoughts or inspirations that you want to retain for later, that you jot down on a piece of paper, cocktail napkin, junk mail… until you can put them into a journal or bring them to fruition.  I’m getting inspired just thinking about it.

Art Is Everywhere

While making the boys breakfast this morning, I noticed this grape which had been slightly dug into by a critter. Pretty cool.  There’s some really talented bug/worm crawling around somewhere… or perhaps it was a collaborative effort.  Maybe some wanna be caterpillars longing for spring?





Have an inspired day.



25 Things/ How Do I Love Thee…

By now, I’m sure anyone who’s on Facebook has been tagged (or at least otherwise seen) the 25 Things About Me thing that’s been going around.   After a few sad attempts, and in honor of the big V-Day, I figured instead of writing about myself again, why not dedicate my 25 Things to the man in my life, Mr. Poop and Boogies himself, the pseudo-famous, and always infamous William?  After all, I don’t show him what he truly means to me & our family nearly as much as I should.

25 Reasons I Love William, Let Me Count the Ways:

  1. You always make me laugh.
  2. You are a shining example of  a good great smack down, top of the heap, funkadelic, like nobody’s business, stellar, superfly, rock star parent.
  3. You make me breakfast (sometimes in bed).
  4. You put up with some of my crap, but not all of it.
  5. You inspire me to be a better person.
  6. Even though I’m virtually suffocating under a pile of flab rolls and stretch marks, you still think I’m beautiful.
  7. You give me space and time to myself, even if it means giving up your own time.
  8. You always stick up for me, no matter what, even if I’m being a *little* dramatic or silly.
  9. You wipe the toothpaste spittle off my chin.
  10. You still love me despite my belching problem.
  11. You always buy (and cook) me crab legs when they’re on sale. 
  12. You always crack open & give your crab legs to the boys, getting very little for yourself even though you bought/cooked them, so that I can enjoy mine.
  13. You warm up my heat pad at night & stick it under my covers before I get into bed.
  14. You always bring me a glass of water at night.
  15. You’ve shown me what it truly means to be selfless.
  16. You have the confidence and integrity to stand behind what you think & say, and the humility to apologize when you are wrong.
  17. You have nice legs.
  18. You delivered the most accurate, thoughtful, and touching eulogy for my father even though you were in the midst of losing your own.
  19. Anyone can rely on you when in need.
  20. You send me flirty emails.
  21. You don’t care what other people think.
  22. You almost never point out my flaws.
  23. You are always up for making out, even if I have the most foul morning/ coffee/ garlic bagel breath.
  24. You gave me the best wedding ever, which included death-defying tandem bicycle rides, karaoke, and this cast of characters:


    25.  You never go to bed without telling me you love me.


I know there are tons more reasons to love William, but these are just a few.  Thank you for improving the quality of my life on a daily basis!


Well, I pretty much gave up on Thing a Day right from the get-go…. being that it’s now day 9 & I’ve only managed (with great difficulty, mind you) to make one thing ( a Muno finger puppet- yes, I know he already looks like a sex toy, and making him into a finger puppet does not help his cause, but it was quick, easy, and oh-so-satisfying).

Realizing my own limits is something I have struggled with in the past and I suppose I still do.  I seem to have these grandiose ideas of what can be accomplished in a short amount of time.  Actually, I’m not being unrealistic- the projects I plan for myself can be accomplished in that time, just not by me.  The harsh reality is that most days, I’m lucky if I can manage to get my teeth brushed by noon. 

Anywho….  this hasn’t stopped me from planning all kinds of  house & craft projects to prepare for a certain someone’s 5th birthday party, in just 3 short weeks.  I’ve got doors to paint, trim to hang, pennants to make, goody bags to stuff, games & activities to plan, cakes to bake, etc, etc, etc…

Will I get it all done?  Probably not.  But at least my teeth will be clean…

One Month

Happy one month Jackson! 

I’m still working on his story, I can’t believe I’m having such a hard time with it.  I guess it doesn’t help that I only get to work on writing it in 5 minute increments.   Anyway, it’s hard to believe he’s one month today…