Monthly Archives: April 2012

Cheering in the Rain

It rained most of the day on Saturday. And I, along with 4 friends, and nearly 7,000 acquaintances, ran the Annual Get in Gear road race. Originally I signed up for the 10k, after having run my first one last October. But an injury forced me to cut back on my mileage and I switched to the 5k on Friday. I was hoping to stick with the longer run, but I knew I’d regret it and possible reinjure my leg. So, I ran just the 3.1 miles. In the poring rain. And the 40 degree temps.

The highlight of the run was that the course went right past our house. Twice. That gave Daughter two chances to cheer for me (Go, Mommy, Go!) as I ran by. After the race, Husband said she was more interested with the police cars and motorcycles than the runners, but I saw her and she saw me both times I passed.

The following morning, Daughter was riding her trike through the house, around and around, from the living room, through the dining room, into the kitchen, through the hall, into the TV room and back out in the living room. She makes this circle many times a day, on her trike, her scooter or even crawling (“like a spider”). But this morning, she declared, “I the Mommy” and each time she went past I was to cheer for her, “Go, Mommy, Go!”

I love that she wanted me to cheer for her. I love that she cheered for me. I love that I am able to run, to play hockey, to be active and show her that being active can and is fun. I cheer for her every day. When she swings higher, climbs faster, draws clearer. I’m right there cheering. Louder and louder and louder.

Friday…. Brunch Five!

Finally, it’s the weekend.

It’s been a long week. Among other things, we dealt with an ear infection, a rash, long work hours, tight deadlines, almost a missed deadline (with the reminder to ALWAYS check the deadline yourself, not what you hear), brunch with grandparents and cousins, a great night at the playground with neighbors, a bit of trike riding and a whole lot of laughing.

We’re heading to a weekend that includes a running race and brunch with friends, dinner with the girls for Jen’s birthday and a Sunday with absolutely no plans. Did I type that right? Absolutely. no. Plans.

Wow.

All that brings me back to …. a Friday Five. It’s been a while. But since it’s on my mind…

You’re five favorite brunch foods. Seriously, it’s that simple.

1. Tracy’s Cheesy Potatoes
2. Bagels with Cream Cheese & Lox
3. Strawberries
4. Shrimp Cocktail with Spicy Cocktail Sauce
5. Mimosas

What about you?

Writing the Truth

I’ve been writing a lot lately. And reading about writing even more. As I struggled to get honest words on the page this week, I ran across these lines from Judith Barrington’s Writing the Memoir.

“For some reason particular to you and your life, you need to tell the truth. However, even if  your need is the driving force, it may be helpful, when you hit a rough spot, to remember that other people, too, need you to tell the truth. Sometimes those who most need you to speak out are those very people who plead with you to keep the family secrets hidden.”

(Don’t worry Mom, I’m not spilling the beans. Yet.)

But have you read a memoir or an essay or a blog post that absolutely spoke to you? This is why. The truth. That writer was able to dig deep and pour their soul onto the page. I’m trying to do it. Really trying. I think it’s working.

If you want to read a book, or a blog, that really gets into the deep, check out Bloom and Enjoying the Small Things. Kelle is amazing. I want to be strong like her when I grow up.

Shake Your Booty!

Last night as I was cleaning up after dinner, I heard a commotion come from the living room.

I yelled in to Daughter, “What are you doing?”

She replied, “I dancing!”

Okay. That’s fine. She’s just a loud dancer.

When the dishes were done, I walked into the living room to find my just-turned-three-year-old waving a scarf, wiggling her little butt and singing, “Shake! Shake Your Booty!”

A smile came across my face before I could stop it.

“Who taught you to say that, Bear?”

She didn’t answer, just kept singing.

I kept smiling.

Then she handed me the scarf and yelled, “Mom! Your turn!”

And I shook my booty as best I could.

Its’ Friday… go shake your booty…

Mom!

Daughter started calling me “Mom” this past week. It had always been “Mommy” sometimes “Mama,” occasionally “Jenn-ee-fer” the way her teachers pronounce my name. But never just “Mom.” The first time she said it I had asked her to wash her hands. She turned to me and said, “Mom! I need a chair!” Mom? Really, Mom? Where had that come from?

Preschool? She moved to the Preschool room just last week.

Turning three? Her birthday was less than a month ago.

It’s one or the other.

Either way, she’s growing up.

Over the weekend she continued to call me Mom.

Mom, MOm, MOM! Come with me!

Mom! Mom! Where are you?

Mom!

(insert Husband’s chuckle)

I tried to change it.

You can call me Mommy, okay?

(insert Husband’s chuckle, again)

I look at her and see a little girl. A very tall little girl. Her laughter lights up any room. Her imagination is wider than the Mississippi. And her little arms are really good at hugging. Really, she can call me anything she wants.

Especially “Mom.”

Five Years and Counting….

This is Spud. He stopped by last week to color eggs. Love that smooshy-face. 

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. Probably too much thinking. In between goldfish crackers and brochure deadlines, I’ve been thinking about this blog. I started blogging five years ago this month. Back then I was over at The Write Ingredients and my focus was on Food. Eating it, Cooking it, Serving it. A couple of years into it the focus expanded. I started sewing and I started sharing crafts and other goodies. And Daughter came to stay. The focus of the blog was broader, so I started this, my second blog, called Paper&Clouds. Then it all got to be too much. I stopped posting at TWI and focused on P&C. Meanwhile, I’ve started another venture with Jen at Purple•Poppie. And I’m writing again. The whole point of starting my blog five years ago was to keep writing. But now I feel that I’m just posting and not actually writing. And there are so many other things to do in my life than just Post. Do you, my reader, really want to see another post about something I like on Etsy? Or something I made for dinner? Isn’t that what Pinterest is for at this point?

This is a lot to take in on a Tuesday. Especially a Tuesday after a long weekend.

So I’m shifting again. There will still be food and sewing and crafts and photos. But there will be more writing. And there will be less posting. My hope is that I’ll show up here when I have something to say. Or something to show. Not because it’s Monday or Tuesday or Thursday. But because I have something. Something.
I’ve even considered closing up shop. But I don’t want to. I honestly don’t want to end this thing. I like to blog. I like the connection. I like reading what all you other bloggers are doing, both creatively and emotionally. My life has changed a bit in five years. I like to think I’ve changed a bit in five years. Where will I be five years from now? I have no idea. But I sure hope I’m still here, writing.
What about you? Is this Spring bringing a sense of change to your life? I’d love to hear….