photographing a yawn is harder than it seems.
the red hair kills me. in the best way.
so much is fleeting, i want to bottle up the good stuff.
a weekend getaway in the mountains is very, very good for you.
so is getting up on a horse even if you're kind of scared.
being brave is sometimes faking it until you make it.
i've realized that life is not slowing down anytime soon.
am learning to juggle. am figuring out what is worth letting go.
am in love with blonde eyelashes.
writing benji a love note (with a real envelope) pretty much made his whole day.
forgot how much little things matter to little people.
am going on not much sleep.
the girls getaway didn't help;
i have a reputation for staying up all night long (my favorite).
and inflicting it on others.
we're talking about halloween costumes already. and you?
(what date do you actually commit to a costume?)
i have a handful of new goals in mind.
am thinking i need to flex my muscles in discipline.
benj is currently watching a show and doing jumps off the couch.
he just said in his best olympic announcer voice,
mom watch this. this is my final jump.
i need to read a good book. any suggestions?
(i love memoirs or self-help or parenting or cookbooks!)
i played the name game this weekend and contributed the name: lightning mcqueen.
and mr. seth had his first day at church.
his spit up rolled down my ironed shirt immediately upon entering the chapel.
kids are so good for me.
almost like i have a comment box:
insert humility-inducing experience here.
already the middle of september?! no way.
happy autumn leaves to you.