Today

I've heard it said, "Today is the only (insert date here) that we will ever be given." This hits me deep, although it's not an extremely deep statement. Of course it's the only February 23, 2011. That's how it works. One day at a time. Duh!

But I know it doesn't really work that way. The days fly. They run together into weeks. I look at my weekly calender and on Monday, I'm planning for Friday.

I've missed out on many days over worrying about the next. I've looked beyond the day I was living in and looked at tomorrow, the next, or the next month. What happened to that day? I can't remember.

I just finished reading a new entry in a CaringBridge journal for a little girl that fought a very brave fight with a horrible cancer. I followed her battle because she was the niece of my dearest friend. I was reminded today, as they wondered how her 6th birthday would have been like, what she might have been like, that maybe I'd just appreciate and truly LIVE in THIS particular day TODAY. For today. With my THREE, count them, beautifully, wonderfully made, children. And my husband, who is cooler and cooler to me every stinkin day. Let's be honest....as I stumbled to Eli's room for the fourth time last night just like the night before, to pick up the crying little chubby baby to feed him aaaagain, I said in my mind, "Come on! Give me a break!" And then my second thought was, "Thank you God. This kid is amazing." Because he is. And he's here. And so am I. Today. Tonight, whatever. I'm going to work harder to remember this...

Today, is the only today I get.

HATE

If I never had to do taxes again...that'd be great. I even got a refund this year, and I just as well would have paid the amount of my refund back to the government to NOT have to file taxes ever again.

In addition, I'd like to say, changing banks sucks. Especially when you have everything come out automatically.

There. I feel better.

Sort of.

Not really.

I also hate you, Wells Fargo student loan, for somehow messing up my automatic withdrawal. Now I am sitting on hold writing a hateful post just so I don't explode. Your hold music is so awful. I've never even heard these songs, but they sound like a bad mix between elevator and the 70's. I also just adore the way the music cuts out for a few seconds and I think that someone is going to answer...maybe..just maybe....and then NOPE, dreams are dashed, and the horrible beat starts in again. Awesome.


I've said it before, and I'll say it again. The barter system. GREAT IDEA! I'll give you a head of lettuce for your roll of toilet paper.

Right? Am I right?

Chimchiminey

Olivia, our biggest little kid, had her 2nd grade concert tonight at school. The pictures taken in the gym are terrible, but we got some afterward. Olivia is such an awesome little person. She has grown into such a wonderful, sweet, caring, compassionate little lady, and we are so proud of her. She gave a stunning performance of Disney tunes for her concert. She was the most animated kid up there. Imagine that. Here are some pics:

1 out of 3 always has to cry

Happy Concert Olivia!

HIPPIES!!!

I just gave in to the cloth diapering world. 

AND

I breastfeed. 

HIPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That's what I am. A boom ba da bam da bam. 

Why?

I feel a little bad each time I throw away a disposable dipe that will never actually be disposed of. Plus, Eli (TMI alert), has easy poop to dispose of. I used to have nightmares of scraping poop before laundry, but that's just not the case. And, for anyone that knows me or reads my blog ever, knows that I love laundry. I love clotheslines. These are my favorite things. 

The biggest hurdle to becoming a true hippy was the cost. I know, I know, I know...I could do the prefolds for cheap. Do I want to? Not really. Why? I love rhetorical questions.....because it's complicated (to me) and to my husband, I'm sure. So, knowing that the all in one dipes or the shell with the inserts were expensive...I had written them off. Until being introduced to these:

Aren't they cute?!

These are Kawaiis, the cheaper knock-off foreign step-child of the American-made glory diapers, but perfectly fine for me, and my lame budget. My sister has been the gatekeeper between me and the cloth dipe world and I owe everything to her, and my mama who did this for me ages ago. My sister has written a much more informative, much classier post here. Please check it out. It is osem.

While daycare won't cooperate with my hippy ways, I find that I'll be able to do this one at home, quick and easy and guilt free, while maintaining and contributing to my love of laundry (can you imagine SUMMER?) I'm dreaming of clotheslines with tiny dipes hanging adorably in a row riiiight noooowww. 

Ahhhhh. 

Who needs you technology? Except for my washer. I like that part. And the dishwasher. And shower. And TV. And Wii. And cell phones. 

Wait. 

Happy Hippy, signing out.

I was alone

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=naPgrhX6rIk

Ha ha ha! Entertainment abounds this fine chilly morning. Just call this my current anthem. And yes, I have just cut my hair like this and I have mastered all her sad and broken facial impressions. I'll be posting my own (better) version soon. 

Will she really?

Anyway, Steve has been gone a few days (= eternity) now, on a snowmobiling trip to Wyoming. Am I jealous of a vacation? Yes. Jealous of the location of the trip? NOPE. Whyyyy would someone choose a snowier place than here? For vacation? Honestly.

My sister in law has an awesome shirt with a sad face in the middle of the state of Wyoming, with the caption: "Wyoming. Who cares?"

I was going to make a point..

Oh yes...I miss my other half, which is, what he is, turns out. Half of me is missing when he is gone. Especially the carry the heavy stuff half. And the stay up late with the baby if he is up half. And the make me laugh when I'm being mad for no reason half. And my eat the food I make and like it half. Right now, all I have at the table is a bunch of complainers. I like to give them the kids who have no food spiel. Then I send them downstairs and tell them they don't have to eat if they don't like it....they always come back beggin for more. 

I've gotten off track.

Anyway, Steve is gone for now, and it makes me sad, but happy too, because I'm reminded how much I really like the guy. He races me in MarioKart Wii at night after the kids go to bed, and we laugh at our crazy kids together and he takes care of our dumb doggie. But mainly he's just next to me, someone who lives the day with me, alongside me. I'm grateful for him. And a bit grateful that this trip is a'comin to an end. 

I 

can't

wait. 

I kind of like us.