and so it goes

And so it goes. And you're the only one who knows...

Okay. So I just googled the lyrics to that Bill Joel song and its all about heartbreak and such which isnt at all where my head was as I wrote this. On the contrary. Life is full of happy lovey funny babies, busy busy busy times, and hopeful happy nice dreams of things to come soon (A house! A trip to a tropical island to TEACH! Did I mention the house? And the island??)

And yet, I feel like I am kind of floating along with it. Do you know what I mean? Rather than savoring or "sucking the marrow out of life" as it were.

Its so easy to do this. To become kind of float-y in the head about life. Mechanical. Get up. Diaper changes. Coffee. Granola. Sunshine sitting for a few. Dishes. Napping baby down. Fielding requests to find my shoe, attach this lego piece, how do you spell "Dear Mom, I Love You?" And then lunch and wrestling little ones to obtain 15 minutes of peaceful "quiet time" and then picking up the couch pillows that somehow ended up in a big heap in the middle of the living room, then herding children outside (there are only two? really? Might as well be twice that by this time of day.) Then playtime outside, then some cartoons (TOM AND JERRY!! they yell with glee) then dinner prep, dada comes home (YAY!), and dinner and bathtime and dada wrestles kiddos down to bed and mama nurses baby to sleep on the couch watching TV and drink in hand my quiet time of the day.

And there you have it.

And so it goes. And so it goes.

And I suppose a lot of you know.

And this is why I come to the computer to write, most days. Capture it. Nail it down. Remember it. Savor it. Because good things are a-happening and I dont want to just let it all float by.

buds. on the lilac bushes. in MARCH.

crazy haired missy

little man with his new hairdo.

big swing fan, this one.

my card this morning from little man (just because) complete with
three layers of heavily taped paper and a tape bow

"i love mom. you are..."

"...really great. love jack." :)