Hash Browns and Oatmeal and French Fries

Note: Thanks to Blogger, this post, which was originally written and posted on 5/11/2011, was suddenly removed, returned with the original date, then posted with a date of 5/18/2011.

I just came from a doctor’s appointment I didn’t enjoy and I have a horrible headache, so I’ll share a couple of Bennett stories. He always makes me feel better.

Bennett, after I kissed his forehead: Why you kiss my head?
Me: ‘Cause I can.
Bennett: You love me?
Me: Yep.
Bennett: I kiss your head?
I leaned down so he could kiss my forehead.
Bennett: Why I kiss your head?
Crazy, I tell you. He’s going to make me crazy.

This morning, I realized he has freckles on his cheeks, and a couple on his nose. I told him about them so he decided he now has freckles everywhere… elbows, ankles, feet, arms, legs, ears…

He’s started telling me “You smell like hash browns and oatmeal and french fries.” I don’t even know what to make of that. I take frequent showers. They’re his favorite foods. Maybe he’s telling me I smell good…

“How Can You Read So Much?”

I’ve had people ask how I can read so much. Not just recently, but all my life. I can’t understand how anyone doesn’t read all the time. I’ve always loved to read. Starting in probably fourth or fifth grade, I’d have several books going at once. One on my bedside table, one in the living room, one in the car, one in my book bag to read on the school bus. These days I can’t read in a moving vehicle without getting carsick, but back then it wasn’t an issue. We weren’t worried about seatbelts in cars, so I’d lay down in the back seat to read. And there were no seatbelts on the school bus. I was rarely the only one reading there. There were three of us to a seat and many times, all three of us would be scrunched down reading our books. We had an hour to ride the bus each way. You can only gossip so much. I even remember a couple of weeks when three of us were reading the same Stephen King novel. I think it was Pet Sematary. And I mean we were literally reading the same book. One of the girls was reading it one day and our other seatmate and I started reading over her shoulders.

As a teenager, when I went through my brief trying-to-tan phase, I could never just lie down and bake. I was too restless; I had to have a book to keep me occupied. I can even remember times when I would spend the night at my best friend’s house and we would spend part of our time reading. Not a lot; we watched movies, listened to music, talked, annoyed her older sister… normal teenager stuff. But, yeah. Sometimes we read books.

I always had a book in my purse, so if there was time in class I could read. Even now, I keep a book with me. Anytime there is a few minutes of down-time, I’m reading. Stopped at traffic lights. In the kitchen while I have a few minutes with something I need to keep an eye on, but don’t need to physically mess with. Before bed and after I wake up, before the kids wake up. I don’t watch much TV, but sometimes I’ll keep the kids or my husband company while they watch TV, but I’m reading.

I average about one book a day. It does help that I read fast, but also reading a few pages here and there adds up. I love to read, and I love most kinds of books. I love fiction and non-fiction. It just depends on my mood at that moment. I prefer books that don’t make me cry much because I read for the fun of it and crying really isn’t much fun. But I’ll put up with a little crying in a story if there is a happy ending.

So the question for me isn’t how do I read so much. It’s how does someone not read?

A Classic Trash Can

Yeah, I don’t know what that means, either. And I never thought I’d be blogging about a trash can, but here we are.

We gambled on the rain holding off this morning and drove to Piedmont Park in Atlanta for a year-end event for Jeffrey’s school. It’s a good thing I didn’t bet any money, because it was cold and raining. It did stop from time-to-time – just enough to make me think it was going to clear up. Right before it started raining again.

We took a trip to the bathroom where Jeffrey saw the trash can, which he declared a “classic trash can”. He was very excited. It was apparently the highlight of his day. I like a kid who’s a cheap date. 🙂

The “classic trash can”



(As a side note, Bennett stayed dry all night and all day today. We’re apparently starting the potty thing again. Maybe this time is for real. Jeffrey had a false start, too, when he was potty-training, although he was done by the time he was Bennett’s age. I’m trying not to compare, but I’m tired of diapers.)

We were bundled and covered, but I finally gave up hoping the rain would stop. The boys did try to convince the weather to change, but it didn’t help much.

A Puzzling Day

This afternoon, Bennett took out his owl puzzle and put it together. After he finished, he decided we needed to do more puzzles. So we spent the day working puzzles on the playroom floor.

I have no idea why some of these are sideways.

This puzzle is two-fer. It’s also a maze.

This has to be my least favorite puzzle in the house.

And #10. We still have several puzzles we didn’t do. We ran out of time because the little guy was getting tired.

The Daughter’s Walk – Book Review

Historical travel memoirs are my favorite books, so it’s no surprise that I loved The Daughter’s Walk: A Novel by Jane Kirkpatrick. The Daughter’s Walk is based on the true story of Helga and Clara Etsby, who accepted a challenge in 1896 to walk 3500 miles across America for $10,000 (which would be the equivalent of approximately $250,000 in 2010 dollars). Actually, Helga accepted the challenge, and we’re never quite sure if it was due to impulsiveness or deliberation. Clara, more practical than her mother, is resistant to the trip, as are Helga’s husband and her other eight children.

The story continues to follow Clara after she and her mother return from their journey. Despite heartbreak and feelings of betrayal, she determines to follow her dreams and in the process learns what family is really about.

Is there a difference between bravery and recklessness? When does self-respect cross the line to too much pride? Why is it so hard to forgive ourselves and others? What began as a trip to save the family farm and show the world what women can do, completely changed the lives of Helga, Clara and everyone around them. This book reminds us that through life’s tragedies, we can choose to lie down and give in or we can stand up and fight back.

You can read the first chapter of the book here. There are also two videos on this site. Don’t watch those unless you want to find out what happened at the end of the walk. (Personally, I like to follow the story as it unfolds, but I know some people don’t mind a little “spoiler”.)

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I received this book for free from WaterBrook Multnomah Publishing Group for this review.

Five Years Later…

Today is my 5-year blogoversary! Aside from being a little disgusted with Blogger the past couple of days and hoping that the service would come back up in time for this post, it’s been fun. I started this blog as a way to keep up with Jeffrey’s milestones and things we did, like field trips. I was such a newbie that my first post doesn’t even have a title. LOL

That was way before I had ever heard of Facebook, so no one was really reading my posts then. In a way, it was more relaxing that way. But after I got a few more readers (still not a lot, but more than two), I started stressing about “which direction to take” with my blog. Then I realized that I could just keep doing what I had been doing and if no one wanted to read it, it really wasn’t the end of the world. It’s kind of nice knowing people read some of what I write, knowing that it’s not all just being flung out into cyberspace to drift forever, but I discovered I write for me (at least on this blog), and while I’m honored if someone takes the time to read, it’s okay if they don’t.

My first posts were all about Jeffrey. Losing his first tooth, the rock and gem show that started his fascination with dinosaurs (which has now led to Bennett’s fascination with dinosaurs), learning to spell his name… things that I’m really glad I have documented so I can look back now. I know some people keep diaries or journals for that exact reason, but I don’t like to physically write that much and my handwriting is horrible. I’ll stick to typing.

In April (one month ago, actually) I decided I was going to try doing one post a day, every day for one year. For someone who had sometimes gone more than a year without posting, this will be interesting. Just yesterday, I was struggling, wondering why I had decided to do that. What was I thinking? Then I couldn’t even log onto Blogger and I started having withdrawals. So, yeah, it’ll be a struggle sometimes, but I’m still enjoying it and miss it when I can’t blog. We’ll see how things stand when my six-year blogoversary rolls around.

Joy For Beginners – Book Review

Joy For Beginners by Erica Bauermeister is a story about seven women who are all at different stages in their lives, but have managed to become best friends anyway. One of the things that has tied them together is nursing Kate through breast cancer. At her victory party, she agrees to go white-water rafting with her college-aged daughter if each of her friends will face her own fears within the next year.

Joy For Beginners

Kate has listened, both with her ears and her heart while her friends talked about their lives during her illness. She picks the one task for each woman that will give her hope and bring back the joy in her life. Some of the tasks sound mundane and pointless at first, like learning to bake bread, but there is a reason for every choice Kate makes.
The author has done her research well for this book. One of the women is “assigned” a Breast Cancer 3-Day. Having done the walk myself, that part of the story, with the vivid and accurate descriptions, was bittersweet.
This is a story of love, friendship, hope, and heartbreak. It’s about moving on and starting over and remembering that life is for living.
I received this book for free from the publisher in exchange for an honest review. All opinions are my own.