In three days at this exact time we'll be getting off a plane and being swooped up by family from the north.
It's my husband's first flight with both girls. I had the pleasure of flying with both of them cross country this past summer. Don't expect to make friends, I say as I prepare him. Just be as quiet as possible, and keep shooting silent, pained looks to those around you and try to make your eyeballs convey a sense of both deep apology and Christmas spirit.
I'm excited about visiting family, and taking advantage of free babysitting(!) so Wes and I can take a few quiet moments to drive around our old stomping ground...the place where we spent our first years as a married couple...to try and remember what exactly we did with all our free time before we had the girls???
I always think it's funny when people without kids bemoan their lack of "free time". If you have no children, all your time is free time. I don't care if you work 80 hours a week and haven't been on vacation since 1987. If
you're able to go to the bathroom alone, sleep through the night in a bed without goldfish crumbs, drive in your car with whatever music you feel like having on {or better yet..none!}, then you are free baby, free as a bird! If you don't believe me, {or *worse*, tell me that you have pets so it's really like the same as having kids}, your time will come. And if you don't plan on having kids, you may come borrow mine so I can take a nap. Afterwards, you will drive away wallowing, simply wallowing I tell you, in all of your glorious free time.
Well that was a sidetrack-ish sort of tangent possibly spurned from sending someone to timeout 7 times today already. Anyway.
What I'm trying to get at is that while I am super excited to celebrate Christmas, to be with family, to make memories...I'm really looking forward to a new year.
A fresh start. A new beginning. A new calendar filled with tiny boxes waiting to be filled. Changes can be made anytime you get your backside out of the chair and just do it, but somehow a new year just gives me that extra push.
I want to be more intentional. With my time, with my words, with my actions...I want to spend more time playing with my kids, not just watching them play. I want to write letters to people. Real letters. With ink and stamps. I have a big design project starting the construction phase in January and I hope it's a push to even bigger things.
And I want to change this little piece of blogland too. I started it wanting to write about "lovely things, wife-ish things, and raising girls." Or at least that's what my header says. But I got really sucked down the rabbit hole of all the down right amazing blogs written by such talented women and moms, and I doubted my voice and stopped writing anything really worth reading. Just posting pretty pictures that you could go search out from somewhere else if you wanted to. So I'm going to change that. I know I don't have the time or skill to craft the words or take the beautiful photographs that some of my favorite blogs do.
But I am the only one who can take the pictures of my girls, and write the words of their story, of our days.
And that's what I want to go back and see that I've done in a year from now. That I've written things that matter to me and want to remember. Anything else is a waste of time. And time is a-flying people!
So Merry, Merriest of Christmases! And I'll see you in the 'twenty-twelve', friends :)
It's my husband's first flight with both girls. I had the pleasure of flying with both of them cross country this past summer. Don't expect to make friends, I say as I prepare him. Just be as quiet as possible, and keep shooting silent, pained looks to those around you and try to make your eyeballs convey a sense of both deep apology and Christmas spirit.
I'm excited about visiting family, and taking advantage of free babysitting(!) so Wes and I can take a few quiet moments to drive around our old stomping ground...the place where we spent our first years as a married couple...to try and remember what exactly we did with all our free time before we had the girls???
I always think it's funny when people without kids bemoan their lack of "free time". If you have no children, all your time is free time. I don't care if you work 80 hours a week and haven't been on vacation since 1987. If
you're able to go to the bathroom alone, sleep through the night in a bed without goldfish crumbs, drive in your car with whatever music you feel like having on {or better yet..none!}, then you are free baby, free as a bird! If you don't believe me, {or *worse*, tell me that you have pets so it's really like the same as having kids}, your time will come. And if you don't plan on having kids, you may come borrow mine so I can take a nap. Afterwards, you will drive away wallowing, simply wallowing I tell you, in all of your glorious free time.
Well that was a sidetrack-ish sort of tangent possibly spurned from sending someone to timeout 7 times today already. Anyway.
What I'm trying to get at is that while I am super excited to celebrate Christmas, to be with family, to make memories...I'm really looking forward to a new year.
A fresh start. A new beginning. A new calendar filled with tiny boxes waiting to be filled. Changes can be made anytime you get your backside out of the chair and just do it, but somehow a new year just gives me that extra push.
I want to be more intentional. With my time, with my words, with my actions...I want to spend more time playing with my kids, not just watching them play. I want to write letters to people. Real letters. With ink and stamps. I have a big design project starting the construction phase in January and I hope it's a push to even bigger things.
And I want to change this little piece of blogland too. I started it wanting to write about "lovely things, wife-ish things, and raising girls." Or at least that's what my header says. But I got really sucked down the rabbit hole of all the down right amazing blogs written by such talented women and moms, and I doubted my voice and stopped writing anything really worth reading. Just posting pretty pictures that you could go search out from somewhere else if you wanted to. So I'm going to change that. I know I don't have the time or skill to craft the words or take the beautiful photographs that some of my favorite blogs do.
But I am the only one who can take the pictures of my girls, and write the words of their story, of our days.
And that's what I want to go back and see that I've done in a year from now. That I've written things that matter to me and want to remember. Anything else is a waste of time. And time is a-flying people!
So Merry, Merriest of Christmases! And I'll see you in the 'twenty-twelve', friends :)
Merry Christmas to you too! Your thoughts on plane travel with little ones made me laugh :-) Good luck!
ReplyDeletei want you to know that your sentiments are being heard here, sister. I don't know if anyone else tells you this, but sometimes I find myself laughing out loud when reading your posts. you are DEAD on with that free-time rant!!!! So true, so true. one of my friends w/out kids was lamenting to me that her cat, yes, her cat, is so time consuming b/c she has to give it pills everyday. i was like, hmm? what? i can't even HEAR that right now. I also love your resolution to post more about the kids. funnily, that's my resolution too. i want my blog to be like a fun scrapbook. someday i might actually turn it into a book so my kids can see that i was not always old and wrinkly (which is how they'll remember me i'm sure)........merry christmas! and safe travels.
ReplyDeleteI hope your Christmas was very merry - I know your girls had a blast! I've enjoyed reading in 2011 and am looking forward to the new direction for 2012. I think you'd really enjoy Angie Mizzell's writing. She writes about her adventures with raising her son, being an author, and finding balance/fun at the end of the day. http://angiemizzell.com in case you have not visited. xoxo
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