While the eldest children are making pumpkin pie in the kitchen…
Devon (14)- “WHAT! WHY are you biting my sleeve?”
Olivia (11)- *laughs hysterically* “I don’t know!”
Devon- “You can’t just go around biting other peoples sleeves!”
Olivia- “Well, you can’t just go around biting other peoples wrists!”
Devon- “I don’t.”
Slightly maniacal laughter from both follows
Mom- (from the other room) “Have you two been drinking?”
So, the router is finally fixed and I’m back up and running. There really isn’t any good reason to not be blogging. In fact I have started some posts. People profiles, of friends I had many years ago, are some of the posts I’ve started. But, time has a funny way of distorting memories, and I find that actually, I can’t remember enough about these people to fill up a whole post. Which is sad in so many ways, not least because for the short time I knew them, they meant so much to me. Part of me wonders if it’s really that I don’t remember, or if it’s more like I never really knew much about them at all. I decide that instead of simply telling you about these people, I should really be telling you our stories. I like that idea, so I’ll be working on that for awhile, and hopefully they’ll start appearing here soon. In the meantime I’m hard at work on my Psychological Development and Early Childhood course, with my Social Psychology books waiting in the wings for their turn. It looks like my husband will be returning home soon, for a trial run, though he may be losing his job, due to his industry being in a virtual free fall currently.
Another disaster? Universe, you do spoil me.
I leave you with this picture of the wall behind me as it is right now, the 20th of January. Almost a full month after Christmas.
Also of note: Six red and gold pillar candles and the 2 ft. tall fiber optic Santa on the printer shelf next to me.
So, when you’re 4 it can be understandably difficult to let go of Christmas. I mean it really is just a two week long ego feeding frenzy. Cookies! Cake! Presents! Attention! Balloons! Presents! Cookies! Parties! What self respecting small child wants that to end?
Rafe has recently entered a new “Why?” phase. “Who do peoples have legs?” “Why do we have food?” “Why do we need brains?”. A few days after Christmas Rafe asked me “Why is Christmas have to be over?” . I answered in some appropriate manner which gives Santa Claus way more credit than he deserves and keeps the magic alive for my child. Thinking that was that, I turned back to what I had been doing. He wasn’t finished though, and a moment later Rafe said from behind me “But, mommy Christmas isn’t over because you havent let me ride in a rocket, yet!!”
As amusing as that was, and sweet to, I was more struck by the thought that the idea of him riding in a rocket isn’t just a small child’s pipe dream. He is of a generation which will view going into space as simply a tourist, most definitely possible. For a price, sure, but still- possible. ME, I know I will never get that opportunity. But, he may very well. That is a wish I will hold close for him while he grows up, I never want him to lose it.