6:32
Maggie has officially learned how to play the harmonica that she got for Christmas. I finally have a moment to write and all I can do is crack up listening to her have her own jam session in the other room as Barry and his dad talk. She is practically her own audience, cheering over Barry and Greg’s applause and praise.
I have so dearly wanted and craved this time, but now that I’ve got it – a moment to write, ponder, think, unload – I can’t seem to muster up any thoughts and shove them into one piece. Our lives are extraordinarily full lately, the holidays over-flowing into 2012 by celebrating my Grandmother’s 89th birthday this past weekend. I love my family. Plus I’ve been working and that adds an element to our lives that we have yet to fully understand where it fits in. While I worked last week, Maggie had a slumber party at my parents house and she had a few of her friends over to look at the cows next door…
7:46
I had to stop writing because the harmonica concert arrived at my knees and demanded my full attention, which I gave. Since then we’ve said goodbye to Grandpa (Miller), jumped on the bed, read a book, started to color and now we’re inching closer to bed.
8:02
Maggie decided to not draw on her paper and ‘accidently’ got some on the fireplace hearth. We had to work to scrub it off. Now she’s peacefully playing with her surf jeep and I’m trying to find my words again.
8:03
I think I’ll go play with the surf jeep instead.
8:08
Have you heard of the book “Go the F**k to Sleep”? We got it for Christmas and as horrible as it is to laugh at, it is really funny. I wouldn’t have laughed at it before I had a kid, but now that we’ve been down the ‘is she ever going to sleep’ road, it is really funny.
8:12
Night-Night
