"A Notebook By Any Other Name..."

Jacob just asked me where I put the blue scissors he had earlier. I told him I had put them in the container with all the markers (when I picked them all up off the floor...). He said to me, "Oh. They don't go there. But good try, Allie."

Today is Day Three of being mommy of three. Danny headed home earlier and Mark and I will be joining him in a couple of hours.

Meanwhile, I was thinking today (in church, where much good thinking happens)... I am not very old, but my life seems like such a blur. Some things -- big and small -- stand out, of course, but a lot of the time the days just run together. Sure, part of it is probably just due to the madness that is mommy- and wife-hood. But I was thinking about how I really want to be able to remember more of what I do, day in, day out, year in, year out. I want Mark and his future siblings to be able to read about me and know their mom better. Plus, countless Church leaders have talked about what a great thing it is to keep a journal. I know blogging seems like a strange way to do it, but I have certainly seen it done. And typing, for me anyway, is SO much easier than writing by hand. Isn't that sad? But it's true. I type like you've never dreamed before.

Or, maybe I've just watched Diary of a Wimpy Kid five too many times this weekend and thought, Hey, if a 12-year-old kid can write down his thoughts, I'm sure I can, too.

Anyway, I wanted to remember some things.

This is the first weekend where I feel like my little one is completely mobile... and I can't believe it. Yesterday and today I watched him crawl across a room to get to ball rolling away from him. Wow.

Last night after we took the kids to dinner (we took them to the "jungle" -- the Mayan, of course), Danny took Jacob to the Bingham-Alta game downtown for a couple hours. I brought Ruby and Mark home and put them to bed, and at eleven o'clock Danny and Jacob came strolling in and scared me (on purpose) half to death in my drowsy, half-asleep state. I was so angry at Danny for it, until sometime in the wee hours of the morning when I rolled over in bed and he decided he wanted to hold hands in our sleep. He's hard to stay mad at long.

This morning I wished farewell to Sarah, who is off to London. I am a little envious and a little sad, but mostly excited for the jolly good time she'll have.

Danny starts school tomorrow, and as soon as I am done with this post I plan to brainstorm until I make up my mind once and for all about whether or not I should try to take some classes this Fall, too. I am antsy to get back into it.

However, tomorrow starts a new era of four-day work weeks for me (up from three-days), at least for the foreseeable future. I would be lying if I said I wasn't sad about it. But there is a need for me there and we are always in need of extra income. So we'll give it a shot (sigh).

Well... all are asleep in bed now (yes, I started writing this post like three hours ago and then had to do dinner and bedtime). I am off to brainstorm whilst reading the dozen books I brought with me this weekend about financial planning (is anyone else out there ten times worse than their spouse at big-picture finances? And I'm not even the worst of the worst. I actually know a lot and I hate shopping so I'm not a big spender. I just need a little extra help, I guess).

Thanks for listening to my silly thoughts.

Sweet dreams, world.

xoxo
-a

London Town