This is how I read. I need to work on my attention span.
I can’t take the kids to the library and not get myself a book or two. Or three or four. I try to just look for the kids, but I find myself browsing the books in the juvenile section and think, “I should read this to see if it is appropriate for Luca!” And then on the way out I pass the shelves of “Staff Recommended” books and I can’t pass up a recommendation.
And as I sit here I realize there are some missing from my picture. A friend recommended “How to Stop Worrying and Start Living” by Dale Carnegie and I have had my copy from the library for, oh, three weeks now and I am going to have to renew it before I ever start reading it. My plan has been to finish all the books that I am in the middle of so I can really focus on that one when I read it.
I also planned on reading “Beezus and Ramona” by Beverly Cleary with Luca. Her stack of books to read is at least as tall as mine so at least I have a little time.
I’m feeling the pressure; I better end this. I have some reading to do!
I decided at the last minute tonight to run to Borders to get Stephanie Meyer’s new book “Breaking Dawn”. I got there at 11:54 with just enough time to get a numbered bracelet and get in line. They had a count down as if it was New Year’s Eve and there was lots of screaming and jumping when the clock struck twelve.
It was an interesting crowd there. There was a group of moms (like me) standing in line in front of me. They were all hyper and chatty…so I guess they weren’t really like me. I was tired. It WAS midnight and my baby has been getting up at 4am all week to nurse.
The group behind me was a group of high school girls. I heard a lot of, “Whatever!” and “Nuh uh!”’s. Then one girl glimpsed the number 414 on my bracelet and said to her friend, “Oh! We should totally be in front of HER! We are LIKE 125!” And then they pushed past me and elbowed their way several feet in the line until the totally rockin’ employee handing out rewards cards kicked them out of the line and told them to wait until they were called. Us mom’s in line snickered as they grumbled their way to the back.
I finally realized that it didn’t really matter if I was in line because they were calling groups of numbers and I was still over 300 away so I wandered out of line to find a book.
When I got back in line I was behind a dad and his daughter. The dad was older and gray and the daughter could have been anywhere from 13 to 17. It is hard to tell these days. Her dad looked tired but happy and she talked his ear off the whole time we waited. When it was time to move forward he would gently put his hand on her back and nudge her forward in line while he smiled and nodded at her as she talked.
I want to be the parent that would stay up to take their kid to a book release party at midnight when I am tired.
When I got to the front of the line I had made it to page 25 of a book called The Bright Forever by Lee Martin and I was really into it so I had to scrounge around in my purse for a pen and paper so I could write down the name and author so I could reserve it at the library.
When I got to the counter I saw a couple of younger men (who were alone) at the counter buying the book. Of course, their copies of Breaking Dawn were hidden under another “manly” book as if they were getting the romance novel for their girlfriend and “Pimpin’ Your Civic”, or the likes, for themselves. Save your money. We all saw through it. I bet they totally went right out and started reading in their cars.
When I got to the counter they scanned my credit card and I picked up a pen to sign the receipt but she told me not to bother and shoo’d me away. Good way to keep the line moving fast.
I ended being in the store for only an hour. Not bad.
So here it is 2am and I am off to read the first chapter while I curl up in bed.
What the heck! Kai will be waking up in two hours to nurse anyway. I might as well pull an all-nighter!
“Mom, how many people are in the whole world? I think there are one hundred and fifty eight thousand…plus one more than that.”
Giving me his best pirate impersonation. Dirty face and all.
“Mom, what does it feel like to be a baby in your mom’s tummy?” (I answered this by having him curl up in a ball and I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight in a spoon position. He said it felt good.)
“Could I breathe under water when I was a baby in your tummy?”
“Mom, who was the goodest at the library today? Just tell me. I won’t tell Anna or Luca.”
“Mom, how many nickels am I going to get for rubbing your feet. I don’t even care. I am just doing it because I love you. But how many will I get?” (two)
“When you say I am done rubbing your feet I am going to rub them for five minute more and you don’t even have to give me more nickels.”
So after a few more questions he started another one with, “Mom…” and I couldn’t resist teasing him by saying, “Yep, I am still here and I am still listening. STILL the mom!” He got the giggles so hard he couldn’t ask me another question because he couldn’t do it without saying “mom” first. Which lead to much giggling from both of us every time we looked at each other.
Sometimes Anna gets a little overlooked. I will be the first to admit that.
Luca is the oldest and usually the first to do most things. She is also the first to let you know that she is the first to do things.
Lincoln is very chatty and full of questions and doesn’t really give you the chance to overlook him.
Anna, on the other hand, she does her thing. She twirls and dances and sings and enjoys almost every minute of her life.
She is pretty content with what she has. She didn’t mind that she was always the spectator at four soccer practices and two games each week all spring. She viewed it as six opportunities a week to run and play at the park. She lives in the now.
When she gets left out of the plans of the “big kids” she just skips away to find something else to do.
Well, she now has HER first. Her claim to fame. Her special little talent that Luca and Lincoln can’t do yet.
She started whistling while blowing air in several months ago. She can now whistle while blowing air out, which means by whistling in and out she can pretty much whistle without pausing to breathe.
When Anna isn’t sleeping, speaking, or eating she is whistling.
The other two have been going nuts trying to figure out how she does it so they can master it themselves. I kind of hope it takes them awhile and she can continue to be the sole kid whistler in the family.
Recent songs of choice include “Oh, Christmas Tree”, and “We Thank Thee Oh God For A Prophet”.
I have been teaching in Relief Society at church for about six months. I only teach once a month, which is good, because it gives me three weeks to procrastinate and a week to prepare my lesson.
Today’s lesson was “Obedience: When the Lord Commands, Do It.” There was some great material in the lesson and I found some good material online to supplement with. Of course, the best part of the lessons each week is the discussion and I love to hear other women’s opinions and feelings on the topic.
This week I felt a little off. I didn’t feel like I was presenting my thoughts and feelings very well and I was having a hard time expressing all the things I had been pondering since I read the lesson topic a few weeks ago.
Obedience is a common topic and one that can be a little overwhelming as we realize just how many ways we are expected to be obedient. It is easy to get discouraged thinking of the things we are not doing, or not doing as well as we think we should be.
So the time was up and I was closing the lesson with a quote that included the words, “How wise, how holy; how chaste, and how perfect, then, you ought to conduct yourselves in His sight; and remember, too, that His eyes are continually upon you.” Of course, in my mind, I am imagining all the times I snap at my kids or forget to say prayers or read scriptures.
I look up as I am about ready to bear testimony and close the class and I see a hand up. We are already two minutes past closing time, but I felt like I should hear what this sister had to say.
Thank you so much to a woman I admire so much for leaving us with the positive and comforting reminder:
“It is important that we remember that He sees all we do, and this includes the GOOD things that we do. He is proud of us for all the things we are trying to do right.”
“Does making pancakes from scratch mean you have to stir it longer?”
“Is the snow bear…you know, the white one, what’s it called again? is it the biggest? I think it is the biggest bear, but is the grizzly bear the next biggest? And do they live in trees? Not the white one, but the grizzly. And not up in the tree, but do they live INSIDE the tree?” (that was one question, BREATHE BOY!)
“Did Grandma look the same when she was your mom?”
“Is the smallest pancake the best one?”
(Luca grabs the smallest pancake)
“Is the biggest pancake the best?”
(Luca then grabs the biggest pancake)
“Is the TWO pancake the best?”
(he grabs an average sized pancake)
“This is the TWOEST pancake of all! I got the most two pancake! It’s not the smallest or the biggest…just the twoest. YES!”