My youngest son turned two yesterday! It's really amazing how quickly time flys. Was it really two years ago that I had tears in my eyes while my husband drove me to the hospital for my scheduled c-section? I can still remember so clearly the first time my oldest son met his brother for the first time in the hospital. In fact, I have a picture of that first meeting. The look of wonder as he gazed over the sleeping baby was simply priceless. A perfect moment shared by his mother and his father, who had lifted him up so he could see the newest member of our family.
And now my baby is 2! And he's talking! Full sentences. It's seems like overnight he went from making grunting noises and hand gestures to communicating with complete sentences! I shake my head sometimes to re-adjust my image of him. I have to remind myself daily that he's a toddler now, a little boy, a baby no longer. Well, of course, as all mothers should know my boys will always be my babies. But, you get the idea.
He had a blast at his birthday party even if some of his friends couldn't be here because of the sniffles. Seems this is a sorry time for birthday parties since it's flu season as well. But he didn't seem to mind so much. He still had alot of fun, even being generous enough to allow his older brother to boss him around a bit and even take over opening presents, too! They're so close in age, some people mistake them for twins, and they play with all the same toys that I can't even distinguish what belongs to whom. As long as they don't mind, I guess its fine. I figure I'll have a few years of peace until it begins with no, that's mine! Okay, maybe a few months.
So now my busy days of getting ready for his party are over. Life can get back to normal. Instead of scouring the house at night looking for scotch tape to wrap his presents, I can use that time to get back to my writing. Huh, like now!
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Come over and visit!
I've written a post today for the Black Rose Blog about Séances and the Ouija Board. I hope you'll stop by and visit!
Thanks!
Thanks!
Friday, October 9, 2009
More than one book at a time
Usually I stay focused on what I'm reading, something my mom taught me. I'll read one book to the end, even if I feel like tossing it across the room since the ending might just redeem it. Once it's finshed, I'll start another. Within the last three years, I've starting reading two at a time. One fiction and one non-fiction. I found it was easy enough to do, since the storylines never clashed! And I could read the non-fiction book while I watched my kids since I don't need to focus alot on what I'm reading. When I read fiction, I feel like it needs my undivided attention and I reserve that for my reading time AFTER the kids go to bed.
It worked for a while. Now all of a sudden, I'm compelled to start reading two or three other books, as well. Don't know what that's about. And as much as it bothers me since I see it as a distraction, at the same time I'm finding it quite useful. I have one book upstairs, one downstairs, one in my purse for when I leave for work...you get the idea. I think my problem might be that there are sooooo many books I want to read and soooo little time, especially now that I've gone back to work. :-(
Then there's my husband who looks at the hundreds of books on my to-be-read list and says "What happpens if you die before you finish reading all of these?"
:-O
That question horrified me! After yelling at him for uttering such a negative phrase and for even thinking it in his brain, it really got me thinking about my reading choices. There are so many good authors out there with wonderful stories to tell. So many books I need to read. Not want. NEED! Yes, I'm a bookaholic. Maybe I need therapy. But I know I'll go crazy if I don't have a book in some stage of the reading process. And then there are the non-fiction books. Since I never went to college, I feel like I'm self-educating myself with reading so many different subjects. I'm actually learning a great deal about many things my college friends never did. I'm fascinated with so much, it's hard to narrow it down to a favorite, but I do know this...I really enjoy reading.
It worked for a while. Now all of a sudden, I'm compelled to start reading two or three other books, as well. Don't know what that's about. And as much as it bothers me since I see it as a distraction, at the same time I'm finding it quite useful. I have one book upstairs, one downstairs, one in my purse for when I leave for work...you get the idea. I think my problem might be that there are sooooo many books I want to read and soooo little time, especially now that I've gone back to work. :-(
Then there's my husband who looks at the hundreds of books on my to-be-read list and says "What happpens if you die before you finish reading all of these?"
:-O
That question horrified me! After yelling at him for uttering such a negative phrase and for even thinking it in his brain, it really got me thinking about my reading choices. There are so many good authors out there with wonderful stories to tell. So many books I need to read. Not want. NEED! Yes, I'm a bookaholic. Maybe I need therapy. But I know I'll go crazy if I don't have a book in some stage of the reading process. And then there are the non-fiction books. Since I never went to college, I feel like I'm self-educating myself with reading so many different subjects. I'm actually learning a great deal about many things my college friends never did. I'm fascinated with so much, it's hard to narrow it down to a favorite, but I do know this...I really enjoy reading.
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