Be Here

I fully accept that this is my own fault, but YOU GUYS.

That's my half of our king-sized bed. And by "my half," I mean, "That couple of inches on the left of the photo? I fit there. Somehow."

I fought and fought and fought to keep Alexis out of my bed, in no small part because she liked to impersonate a helmet. Clearly Mila is most excellent at staying away from my head, but she has to be






And once she is right up against me, she pushes. Her little feet have to be tucked up against her body, which means they have to be tucked up against my body, but her body isn't moving to make space for that. Nope.

I have to move.

The child is doing everything she can to push me out of bed.

And I love it.

Sometimes there is stuff going on and it occupies every inch of my head. Sleep escapes me as I'm overwhelmed by that stuff. Anxiety, anger, blah, blah, blah ... there's a lot. Sometimes it feels like an elephant stomping around in my head. I can't ignore it and I can't shut it off. Except, I figured out a trick.

"Be here."

I focus on those words. I focus on being present in the moment. I focus on the tiny feet shoving me out of bed.

And it's a really fantastic place to be.


Procrastination is My Middle Name

I'm here to make you feel better about yourself, so let me just tell you about my procrastination skills. We have lived in this house for over five years now. Coincidentally, there's a list of unfinished projects that happens to be about five years long.

There is a whole lot of painting that has never been finished. For example, I painted about half of the trim in the master bedroom a few years ago. But only half.

The carpet in the family room needs repaired. I plan to get to that ... some day.

There are still boxes in the basement and garage that have never been unpacked. Eventually I'll just throw them away since there's really no point in unpacking them now.

Very little artwork has been hung. Even fewer framed portraits are on the walls.

But ... but! I was snowed in this weekend! So! I tackled some of those things!

Sort of.

I began hanging a gallery wall that I first started a few years ago. It's not done, but it's a lot more done that it was before Mila helped me start pounding some nails into the wall. While I was at it, I hung up the first portrait of the Tiny Human. Her ultrasound pics are still on the fridge, but at least now there are a few other pictures that more effectively show off her face.

Before I could work on that wall, though, I had to acknowledge that maybe Alexis' birthday party is over. Maybe it was time to take down the decorations in the dining room. (The playroom ones are staying forever. Don't even try to make fun of me for that.) Maybe it was time to pop all of the balloons that had been getting kicked all over the house for a whole month.

But not until after I plopped a couple of kids in the middle of the giant pile of balloons and took some photos.

I'm going to conveniently forget that those balloons had been all over the house for a month for no good reason. It's better that way.


Opposites Are So Fun

In retrospect, I should have figured out that Alexis is a Drama Queen much sooner than I did. If I go all the way back to when she was a tiny baby, I can think of the times when she proudly donned her crown. She used to throw parties to celebrate being awake, even at 3:00 in the morning. She was very vocal about the dogs making eye contact with her. In fact, she would scream as if one had bitten her when all they were doing was licking their own butts all the way across the room. Let us not forget that this is the child who was a human version of Michigan J Frog.

And she was TERRIBLE about teething.

For weeks before she would get a tooth, there was drama. Fevers! Runny nose! AND SO MUCH COMPLAINING. The poor kid was miserable while getting teeth. MISERABLE.

I felt terrible for her. At the time.

Now, I'm rethinking that because this one?

This one is the opposite of dramatic. She's all smiles and giggles and YOU GUYS, HER GUMS WERE BLEEDING WHEN I TOOK THAT PHOTO.

No joke.

That little girl, the one grinning from ear-to-ear, had three new teeth poke through the day I took that photo. THREE. I only noticed becauseshe was drooling like a fool and I went poking around to see where she might be getting teeth in like a month. Isn't the drooling supposed to come before the teeth bust through? Not after?

No matter.

The kid wins the gold medal at the Roll With It Olympics.