entering the world of blog

I remember the first time I walked into a Land of Nod store. Dreamy colors; impeccable displays of real-life toys--wooden fruits and vegetables displayed in a child-size stand; a tall princess like tent hanging from the tall ceiling, secret circular pillow inside, baskets of unusual stuffed animals, shelves full of wind-up toys. I didn't know what to do with myself and so instead of running (first instinct), I lay my son and I down on one of their real store beds, dressed up like it was going to go to toddler prom, and played with the neighboring basket of stuffed monsters.

Here I am ready to play with you and live a little more publicly about what its like to never do-it-all.

Let's see if this space allows me to recall the details of the day more regularly. What I love about writing is the practice of noticing: noticing my son standing inside the cabinet this morning, a sleuth for breakfast chocolate or cookie opportunities. The way my patient second-born daughter swings to sleep, head doubled over the swing tray; her mama hoping her child truly is a contortionist so she can stay there sleeping while the mama cleverly redirects the chocolate seeker to his cool bowl of oatmeal. We made it through each child's poo poo diapers, the battle to get dressed and into the car, out of the car, to the daycare door, into the toddler room, out of the toddler room, back to the car, turn on the breast pump, pump and drive, into the office, store milk in the refrigerator, to the office, close the door, start the day, write, remember, live.