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May. 24th, 2013 07:40 amMorning Gratitude List:
Mornings like this one. A calico sky, shots of golden sunbeams with the darkest clouds of leftover storms as the wind pushes them away.
A long weekend!
Nana staying through Sunday!
I get Tuesday off!
I get out early today! (and I will go snuggle a newborn baby girl on my way home!)
~~~
There are two things Nic and I want to secure before either of us ends up unemployed: A family tent for camping and a nice pergola with mosquito netting for the back yard.
The mosquitoes are already out in full force. Sigh. I thought we had a few weeks yet, but no. Alas. The boys and their mamas love to spend time outside but I just can’t with the bloodsuckers. I hate watching the welts rise up on the kids and I hate getting bitten. I’ve ordered some Avon Deet-Free bug spray (recommended by our pediatrician, actually. I hear it is great stuff!) but it won’t be here for the weekend, of course. I had a feeling that if we didn’t get a good hard freeze this winter that we would see these little pests back early. Fear confirmed. Ugh.
My college ten year reunion is a week away. I cannot believe that it has been ten years. Shouldn’t I be saving the world by now? No, really – right? As I was reveling in my morning commute with the glorious day stretching ahead of me and the dappled light making me feel like I’d stepped into some strange magic, I realized that I have much to be proud of … even if I’m not saving the world.
I am an out lesbian in a relatively Red area (though the city is distinctly arty and blue!) that talks openly about my life, my love, and my family to those around me without shame or fear. I have an adorable (and incorrigible) wife that means well, fights for what she believes in, takes care of us and we beat most divorce statistics of this current day and age. I carried twin boys to 37 weeks and they were born with no complications. They know their colors, can count, can repeat the ABCs and point to individual letters and name them. They know all their animal noises, too. I am out at work and have climbed the corporate ladder (mostly) successfully. (Even if things aren’t going my way right now.) I am well traveled, I can passably speak two, maybe three languages.
I wish I had known who I was earlier in life so that I could have started a reign of awesome a little earlier.
Brenner was up early yesterday from his nap and I held him on the porch for ten minutes, following a bumble bee from hanging flowerpot to flowerpot, watching as he gorged on lobelia. We made sipping noises, buzzed and ‘flew’ right along with the bee. And when the bee was done, we both said, “Bye bye Bumble Bee!” and went looking for Brenner’s squirrel friend that sits outside the kitchen window and looks in as the boys have breakfast. No joke. This squirrel is window-gazing us as much as we are window-gazing it. Nicole said he’s just sticking around to feast on the birdseed we keep on the porch. I think he likes watching the kids and I KNOW Brenner loves watching him. He runs to the kitchen every morning to check and see if he is there.
Brenner is telling more and more stories every day. He spreads his hands and takes and excited breath before saying, “MAMA! Walk, park, SWING WHEE!” and then Nana elaborates, telling me she took them to the park that morning. Brooks is content to let Brenner tell the stories for now. I love it.
Mornings like this one. A calico sky, shots of golden sunbeams with the darkest clouds of leftover storms as the wind pushes them away.
A long weekend!
Nana staying through Sunday!
I get Tuesday off!
I get out early today! (and I will go snuggle a newborn baby girl on my way home!)
~~~
There are two things Nic and I want to secure before either of us ends up unemployed: A family tent for camping and a nice pergola with mosquito netting for the back yard.
The mosquitoes are already out in full force. Sigh. I thought we had a few weeks yet, but no. Alas. The boys and their mamas love to spend time outside but I just can’t with the bloodsuckers. I hate watching the welts rise up on the kids and I hate getting bitten. I’ve ordered some Avon Deet-Free bug spray (recommended by our pediatrician, actually. I hear it is great stuff!) but it won’t be here for the weekend, of course. I had a feeling that if we didn’t get a good hard freeze this winter that we would see these little pests back early. Fear confirmed. Ugh.
My college ten year reunion is a week away. I cannot believe that it has been ten years. Shouldn’t I be saving the world by now? No, really – right? As I was reveling in my morning commute with the glorious day stretching ahead of me and the dappled light making me feel like I’d stepped into some strange magic, I realized that I have much to be proud of … even if I’m not saving the world.
I am an out lesbian in a relatively Red area (though the city is distinctly arty and blue!) that talks openly about my life, my love, and my family to those around me without shame or fear. I have an adorable (and incorrigible) wife that means well, fights for what she believes in, takes care of us and we beat most divorce statistics of this current day and age. I carried twin boys to 37 weeks and they were born with no complications. They know their colors, can count, can repeat the ABCs and point to individual letters and name them. They know all their animal noises, too. I am out at work and have climbed the corporate ladder (mostly) successfully. (Even if things aren’t going my way right now.) I am well traveled, I can passably speak two, maybe three languages.
I wish I had known who I was earlier in life so that I could have started a reign of awesome a little earlier.
Brenner was up early yesterday from his nap and I held him on the porch for ten minutes, following a bumble bee from hanging flowerpot to flowerpot, watching as he gorged on lobelia. We made sipping noises, buzzed and ‘flew’ right along with the bee. And when the bee was done, we both said, “Bye bye Bumble Bee!” and went looking for Brenner’s squirrel friend that sits outside the kitchen window and looks in as the boys have breakfast. No joke. This squirrel is window-gazing us as much as we are window-gazing it. Nicole said he’s just sticking around to feast on the birdseed we keep on the porch. I think he likes watching the kids and I KNOW Brenner loves watching him. He runs to the kitchen every morning to check and see if he is there.
Brenner is telling more and more stories every day. He spreads his hands and takes and excited breath before saying, “MAMA! Walk, park, SWING WHEE!” and then Nana elaborates, telling me she took them to the park that morning. Brooks is content to let Brenner tell the stories for now. I love it.
