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Martin and I were leaving the house to go for a walk this afternoon, after I got home early from work. We stepped outside the door, and as I was locking it, with my back to the backyard, I said to him, "Martin, go close the playhouse door."

His eyes got all huge and he said, "How did you know the playhouse door was open?? You're not even looking at it!!" as he started running away behind me, toward the playhouse (aaah, the never-ending pleasure of instant obedience).

"I'm a mom! I have eyes in the back of my head!" I yelled. He zoomed around the corner of the garage, out of my sight-line (if I'd been looking in his direction, which I wasn't), and called, "Oh yeah? What am I doing now then??"

"Making a stupid face at me!" I shouted. I heard him gasp. "OH MY GOD, how did you DO that?!"

He shut the playhouse door and came back to me, where I was doubled over laughing. "I'm totally blogging this," I told him. It's so easy to mess with their minds. Also, I had noticed the open playhouse door when I got home, to begin with.

I love autumn. I love the seasons of change: spring and fall. But lately I don't feel up to writing out my love in words that have any weight or meaning to them. Bethany is doing it, instead. So is Christina. It seems as though I'm in prosaic real-life mode right now. Tupperware parties and board meetings and web work and laundry loads and the prospect of 2 weeks of being the only parent home to deal with meals, homework, activity driving, bedtime routines and up-and-at-em's. Hell, next thing you know I'll be wearing Mom Jeans. Oh. Wait.

What I need is some time in the sun, a slower walk outdoors with time to notice, to jot things down in my mental moleskine. To pick the moments and hold them in my hands and twist and turn them, this way and that, viewing every angle, and seeing how the light plays off them, reflects, absorbs. To SEE my surroundings instead of whirling through them, and take a moment to figure out how to describe them in such a way that they live again on the screen of someone else's imagination as well as the memory of mine.

Really Great Writing Out There Right Now: Lemon Pie! (and memories)

How Life Should be Lived: The Fun Theory
mood: sleepy
music: James Taylor—Carolina In My Mind


Stop time and hold a few of those moments for me. :)

From Megsie

I have been enjoying Christina and Bethany's writing too. Can't wait for yours. My daughter asked me when she would get eyes on the back of her head. Without a beat I said, "When you are a mom." Then she asked, "What if I am never a mom?" And I told her she could get them if she was a teacher too. :)

Thanks for sharing the links...I enjoyed them.

Re: From Megsie

The perfect retort to your daughter! :)

Oh, I LOVE messing around with their minds... though they're getting better at telling when I'm fooling them.

Yeah, mine too. Good thing my wits are still sharp! :P

i DO miss a proper autumn. i think its autumn here..or what these californians call autumn. the high has been around 80 degrees for nearly 2 weeks in a row. feels wonderful!

I would hate it to be 80 right now. That would just be WRONG!


Better that than the 34 we are getting tonight. :(

34 sounds about right :)

You are more than allowed to be in prosaic real-life mode now. I can't fathom two whole weeks without a husband; by the end of ONE measly week, I'm forgetting to feed the kids. :) Looking forward to reading your mental moleskin (gorgeous term, by the way!), but only when you have a nice, relaxing time to get around to it.

I wouldn't say I'm doing it... or at least not successfully. I'm attempting.

And I ADORE playing mind games on my kids. In fact, I am known to shamelessly get a laugh or two at their expense. Our current shtick involves telling Bean that I am going to barbecue his brother's tasty little baby thighs (want some?) To which he frantically yells NOOO! Eyes wide. Further affects can be obtained by standing in the kitchen while holding Sprout and reaching for a bottle of barbecue sauce... :) Bean has been known to dissolve into tears. Seriously funny. Of course he'll be scarred for life. But every kid is, and if that's his reason he should count his lucky stars!

Haha! Mom jeans. I'm guilty too. ;-)

My Mom would do this. She would take a stab in the dark and yell things like "Get out of each other's rooms!", "Get back to bed." Nine out of ten times she was right and we were convinced she had a sixth sense; it never occurred to us that we were predictable.

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