I shit you not. If there is ever a national emergency Will and I are packing the kids and cats ("Not the cats!) (Be quiet Will!) and driving STRAIGHT there because we could survive off the land with my parents. AND they have a wood burning stove.
I am CONVINCED that if there is a nuclear war or if the moon suddenly gets close to the earth (horrible novel I read last year-scarred me for life) then the only way to survive is with a wood burning stove. We only have a pretty gas stove at our house. You can't even get into it to touch the fake logs!!! I am really really nervous. We're doomed here.
ANYWAY. We went up north and Keegan LOVES it because he thinks he's camping.
"Mom, Daddy and I are going camping after dinner!"
"Really?"
"With graham crackers and MARSHMALLOWS!"
So really camping is just making smores at the CAMP fire.
He is all about the marshmallows. Keegan ate 65 marshmallows before he even put one on a skewer.
What is IN a marshmallow? Note to self. Wikipedia marshmallows.
Keegan also enjoyed the great outdoors. However, he was bit 745 times by mosquitoes and now looks just like that kid from the movie Mask. You know the one with Cher? She was a Harley gal in love with Sam Elliot, and her son Rocky was born with the deformed face? I am NOT making fun of him, I am simply saying that Keegan has a lump the size of Massachusetts on his forehead which has caused his nose to become disproportionate to the rest of his face thus causing his left eye to swell shut slightly giving him the uncanny resemblance to an elephant cub. Do elephants have cubs? Well if they did, they would look like Keegan right now.
It is 1:16 and I know you are wondering why I am not working. I would love to say that I have quit work to take up a life of blogging about my elephantine son. However, I am paying the school district again to stay home with my children this afternoon because our daycare lady is sick. So I am going to go and take a nap.
My goal is to begin running again sometime in the year 2011. I have run exactly two times in the past two weeks, once at 6 am. Maren has been waking up at 6 am so that completely blows that schedule out of the water now. I will now have to wake up at 5 am to run. Then she will probably catch on and start waking up at 5. Maybe I will just stay awake at her 2 am feeding and run then. Why not? I don't need to sleep. I can be the first mother to NOT sleep. In fact, I will just run from 2 am until I go to work. I can set some sort of world record for exercise. YES! That's it! How cool and sick at the same time...I am gagging. I am gagging.
I realized the other day that my sister in law who is now a serious distance runner was NOT when her children were 11 months old. In fact I distinctly remember her falling asleep in the middle of the living room floor at my mother in law's house at 1:30 in the afternoon while her children played OVER and AROUND her. I was flabbergasted. HOW COULD SHE JUST SLEEP THROUGH ALL THAT RUCKUS? Now I know. Because she needed to!!!!!
So I realize now as I watch her jog merrily down the road for her hour and a half Saturday run that I will get there too. It didn't happen for her overnight. It won't for me either.
When I am really down and depressed about it, I remember that nothing stays the same. Everything is a phase. I am old enough to know that. Been there done that. Seen that heard that. Sometimes it's just having the patience to get there. Patience. Patience. And remembering to enjoy what I have because they grow up really fast.
"Mom, when I was two I was scared of those tractors, but now I'm four and I'm not scared anymore." See what I mean?
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