Busy Girl

I had no idea that Sophie had one of the phones by her in her bedroom today until I was in the kitchen loading the dishwasher and heard a man’s voice saying “Hi.  Um, hello..?  Okay then…  Bye!!”  I looked around very confused.  I walked in to the living room to find Cooper sitting on the couch playing a hand held game.  Hmm.  Clearly he heard nothing.  I thought I was suffering from such a lack of sleep that I was hearing things.  Then I heard the tell tale “phone off the hook” beeping.  I walked in to Sophie’s room to find the cordless in her little hands and a look of pure glee on her face.  I checked the last incoming phone calls and sure enough, D.Jones had called from work moments ago.  Seems a certain 8 month old not only answered the phone, but also put him on speaker.  I have got my hands full with this child. 

In other “hands full with this girl” news…she took her first steps yesterday.  At 8 months.  EIGHT months.  Goodness.  We’re not ready, Sophie!!  She doesn’t care, though, and all she wants to do is walk, walk, walk.  If you are not willing to spend hours on end in a hunched over position holding her hands while she propels herself around the house (and quickly I might add), then she wants nothing to do with you.  Period. 

So yesterday we were at my parent’s house and she wanted nothing to do with me due to above mentioned ignoring of her requests to wander my parent’s house.  Moments later, she took matters in to her own hands and walked approximately 4 steps right over to my mom, knowing she’d find a more receptive walking partner.   Let me repeat….I’m not ready!

At 8 months old, Cooper was still essentially immobile.  He wanted nothing to do with anything that may cause him harm in any way.   Even at that age, I had no worries about leaving him sitting on one spot, even if that spot was on a couch with just a few pillows around him.  He really wouldn’t move.  He’d chill.

Sophie?  Not so much.  This one is going to require that we child-proof the home that was never child-proofed for Coops.  Stat.



I didn’t realize my new pages that I listed in my prior post wouldn’t work like a regular blog.  Huh.  I’m going to have to do something about that.  I’m going to try to create seperate blogs for my Letters to my Son, Letters to my Daughter, and I’ll add my vegan stuff to my already created blog titled JonesinforFood.  I’ll update accordingly shortly.  Sorry about that~

What’s truly up with the Joneses!?

I feel like I should be entering a confessional as I write this, but um…it’s been a while since my last post.  Too long, in fact.  Now, how many Hail Mary’s do I say to get outta here?  Oh wait.  I’m not Catholic.  Whew~  I think I’m off the hook, then.  Apparently all I have to do is apologize and it’s all good. 

Anyway, the holidays are in full swing around here.  D.Jones and I have almost completed our shopping for the kids.  Well, if you ask him, we most certainly have completed it, but I’m not sure if I’m done yet.  Such is always the case between us, right?

The Elf on the Shelf recently made his arrival at the house o’ Jones and Cooper adores the freaky little guy.  As the story goes, he reports in to Santa each night at the North Pole and then returns again in the a.m., usually to a new spot.  Cooper loves running out each morning to see where the bizarre little guy is, and truth be told, I kinda enjoy moving him around each night after he goes to bed.  I forgot one night, but thankfully Coops is still little enough that I just moved him during the day and it didn’t seem to make any difference to him.  Dodged that bullet.

I have been regularly working on my yoga and meditation practice and I absolutely love it.  I mean, I really, really love it.  I feel frustrated and upset when I can’t get there and when I’m there, I just feel so…well, good.  Even when my yogi Tara makes me hold Blissful Baby pose for 6 minutes.  Okay, I don’t feel great in that moment, but it feels so good when you’re done, right?

My regular practice has had me reassessing my goals.  My intention was to complete my master’s degree in Marriage and Family Therapy within the next two years and soon be practicing part time in a counseling center somewhere close.  However, if I were to be completely honest, lately I’ve been thinking what I’d really like to do some time in the future is own my own yoga studio.  One with a little additional area where you could relax with some soothing music and a wonderful mug o’ tea.  A respite in our crazy lives.  I mentioned it to D.Jones recently and well, we’re still “discussing” that whole thing.  

As far as my blog goes, I’ve clearly been neglectful, in part due to a hectic schedule with both kids and managing the home and Cooper’s crazy amount of activities and play dates.  Also in part, if we’re being completely honest here, to my time spent on facebook.  Yes, I too am a FB addict.  My goal going forward, though, is to do more of my writing here, and spend far less time over there.

As such, I’ve made some changes to this lovely blog.  If you notice up at the header, there are more of ’em.  Yeah, more headers/titles/whatever you wanna call ’em.  They are additional pages you can click on to see some specific stuff I’ll be writing about.

One is a “letters to my son” and in the same fashion a “letters to my daughter”.  I’ve mentioned here before that I really want to journal for the kids, but I just never pick up paper and pen, so here it is.  Letters to both of them, which, at the end of the year, I will print in book form.  That way, they’ll have one at the end of each year…starting in 2011.

The other page says “kristin’s gone what?!”  Yeah, some of you will think this is crazy, but I made the leap from part time vegetarian all the wya to full time vegan.  I’m not sure how long it’ll last, which is why I haven’t started a seperate blog entirely…but while it does last, I’ll be writing about it there…along with any recipes that work out for us.  Feel free to check out any of it, and I hope your holiday season is moving right along in a manageable and lovely pace for you.  It’s good to be back~