A zillion little things make up all that is Life. All we can hope for is that the number of
good wonderful small things is greater than the number of bad downright shitty things.
I’ve thought a lot about the small things this week, trying to stick Post-Its to my brain to remember them. Of course I want to remember them years from now, but I also need help remembering them on the days when Downright Shitty seems to be more prominent.
Lately, I’ve noticed:
Eleanor is obsessed with her little pointer fingers. I call them pointer fingers rather than index fingers because she uses them to point – not at things, per se, but … maybe I should call them her pusher or poker fingers. She uses them to poke at screw heads, at buttons she isn’t quite strong enough to fully push, at her bottle nipple while she drinks, at me as she nurses, at the crumb on her tray, at a hand that’s asking for a high five. Those fingers are so tiny, yet they’re so precise.
Toby discovers by licking. If something looks interesting, he sticks out his tongue to test it. He doesn’t extend his tongue and lick with the tip, though, he sticks it out flat – probably for maximum taste-testing. Cabinet? Lick. Floor threshold? Lick. Puppy’s nose? Lick. That’s right, he licked a puppy’s nose. I almost keeled over from copious amounts of swooning.
Callista looks a lot like me. There’s no denying we share DNA, but it shocked the crap out of me to see her suck her thumb just like I did, rub her index finger along her nose, along the eyelashes of her right eye and then grip the satin edge of her blanket with her fingers, rubbing while she sucked. I thought this was a technique of comfort I had mastered on my own. Apparently, it was written into my DNA.
The way Eleanor dances; the way Toby curls into me and wiggles his toes against my legs while he’s breastfeeding; the way Callista spins in circles while she sits – a zillion little things that make up our crazy days, changing day to day, week to week.
How am I going to remember them all?
Those Mizunos ended up being medieval torture devices, so I returned them & got myself a pair of a Brooks. C25K run tonight with a local group. Two thumbs up!
Dragon or dinosaur? If it's a dinosaur, what kind? Dr. Ross Geller would know. Or maybe Charlie Weasley.
My lap is a reading nook. My chin is a footrest. Love is crazy.
Rapture! (Or bath time.)
I hit the flat greenway for my new shoes' inaugural 2 miles. My first mile was 9:57!
Happy canker work season, Charlotte.
I ran somewhere new today - the wicked hilly trails at Reedy Creek. Well, I "ran." The hills kicked my butt!
Happy group play without arguments or territory invasion - lasted approx. 6 minutes. #triplets
My body goals for 6 months of pregnancy & 2.5 years of #breastfeeding (when my 1st weaned) were focused on providing for my #triplets. Eating enough wasn't easy, so I didn't start scaling back or exercising until they were close to 2.5 years old. A year l
"I just want a leeeetle tiiiiiny piece of toast. Like this." The 3 y/o appetite is requesting a crumb.
OH, YEAH. You want summa dis? It's Alton Brown's Brussels sprouts wit pecans & cranberries. We'll see if Callista sings her #brusselsfroutsallday song. I know I am!
A penny per ride is a steal, but x3 means spending a long time hanging out in front of Harris Teeter. Good news, @baballance, ETC can now spell H-A-R-R-Y!
Yes, it's a gym selfie. Why? Because I'm celebrating! We started our 7-day trial at the Y today. ETC had a great time, & I ... Did things. 1.5 mi (half-assed, waiting for a problem with ETC) on the treadmill at the end of Gilmore Girls, then I investigate
Boom. 2 miles. Just me, my taser/flashlight, & the night/springtime creatures.
The greenway is getting GREEN! Yay, Spring!
Wishes! ✨ #tripletmom
It's a gloomy, rainy day outside, but it's bright & cheerful in the rec center!
I asked ETC to stop chasing each other & wait by the door so no one got hurt & we could FINALLY leave the house. This was how they interpreted my direction. Goofballs.
I need a new makeup bag, but I am 1. a terrible packer & 2. clueless to most things in the beauty world. This is my regular lineup. What kind of bag/container should I get?
ETC requested strawberry pancakes like Daniel Tiger has. It's been a loooong time since I made pancakes. The waffle iron is more forgiving of a shaky, uncoordinated hand.