09.20

His imagination runs. Creating, changing, overwhelming. I'm choosing not to call it a mess.

09.19

I was excited and overwhelmed all at the same time. What have I signed up for?!

09.18

Two to four to six to eleven. It's such a joyous chaos.

09.17

I love it when the jammies get muddy and wet and nobody minds.

09.16

That schedule...always ticking in my ear. Always winning. We caught only the last moments of the honoring.

09.15

I can be a good mom. If I try. Today, I tried.

09.14

A beautiful, outside day. And the camera spent the entire time in here. Though I do keep it interesting inside that purse. Never know what you might find.

09.13

Finding them was the best part of today. Reading them is the best part of nearly every day.

09.12

I can't do everything. I've had misplaced priorities. It's time to rearrange.

09.11

I've been wanting to write something. Today I felt like I had to. I'm glad I didn't have kids ten years ago.

09.10

Today I made a long list of all the things I intend on doing. Eventually. I'm considering that productivity and calling it a day.

09.09

I am so many people, all at once.

09.08

Grandpa provided the entertainment today so that I could accomplish some domesticity.

09.07

It surprised me that the first day of wet, gray gloom was as welcome to me as the first day of Spring. The first day is the only day of wet, gray gloom that is welcome, however.

09.06

Lucky for me, they're recording their own childhood on video. Probably a truer record than I'd ever get.

09.05

Fall heard my call and came as quickly as it could. I celebrated with a cup of tea outside.

09.04

The entire afternoon stretched out before me and then, evaporated. Still, if all my days were like this, they would feel empty.

09.03

All the things I like to do...they're impossible to fit in a day. Maybe even in a lifetime? Though that's yet to be seen.

09.02

It's not his fault, so I really have to remember to be careful what I say. Not to make him feel bad. But the stench coming from these things (and the feet that go in them) is intolerable.

09.01

Once upon a time, I wondered how people could really go to every single home game. I don't wonder any more. Only wish.