A few different folks have asked me if I am planning on keeping up my blog. I have intended to blog “regularly”, but like some other aspects of my life right now, things get pushed aside for the necessary…like keeping the house liveable, feeding my children, etc.
Today was Rally Sunday at church, which really just means that it is the first day of the church year, including the first day of Sunday school.
For me, I’m taking it as the day to renew my commitment to my blog, to cooking more dinners for my fam (which most people don’t know that I truly love to do and normally do regularly except that my kitchen has been torn up for a couple of months now), my commitment to my workout regimen, and to myself in general…as in, taking the time I require to do things like attend my yoga classes and plan some minimal time away from the family during the week where I can focus on things other than diaper changes, snacks, and laundry. We all need it and it’s not cliche to say that it makes us better as partners/parents/friends, whatever, to take the time…so I will.
In other news…Miss Sophie has shown herself to be a little Daddy’s girl by having her first words be “Dadadadadada” and not the “Mamamamama” that I’ve been working on with her for weeks. D.Jones is too excited for words, and she shows off her new skills pretty frequently now. She also has 2 teeth making their appearance, as they just poked through her gums this weekend, and though they are driving her crazy, that at least signals the end to the first round of teething is near. Poor girl has suffered for weeks with this…though she always maintains her sweet disposition, even while scanning desperately for something within arm’s reach to shove into her mouth and alieve her discomfort. She truly has the sweetest little personality ever…I hope it remains. Through adolescence. Sophie…you hear that?
Speaking of sunny dispositions and adolescence, last night at bedtime Cooper was trying to verbalize to us how much he loves us. Over a year ago at bedtime, he had asked me something about how much I think an elephant weighs. I replied “Oh, like a ton!” He had asked “Is that a real lot?” I said that it was. A few minutes later, as I was tucking him in for the night he put his hands on my face and said in his most serious 3-year old voice “Mommy…I love you like a ton.” My heart swelled and I blinked back tears, and it has now become our regular bedtime parting words, as I tell him each and every night that I love him “like a ton.”
Last night he decided he needed to switch things up, though, and began with “Mommy and Daddy, I love you both like a ton”, but then added “I love you to the moon and back and back and back”, and then “I love you more than I can tell you!” As he thought of more and bigger ways, I thought about how lucky we truly are….
I was reminded of it again when, today after church, and then after brunch, Sophie and I found a sunny spot on a bench outside of the Wild Rumpus bookstore, where Cooper and D.Jones were enjoying an aurthor/illustrator story time. I sat in silence (except for Sophie practicing her dadadadada) enjoying the sunshine and the sound of kids running past to get to the bookstore and thought “this is the life…”.
So, here’s to new beginnings. I raise my coffee cup to the fall weather, to friends and family interested enough to even bother to ask when I’m going to write in my blog again, to kids who “love us like a ton”, and to sunny Sundays…in the words of my mom at her silliest “Skal Per Fisken!” I have no idea what that means…