Alden is now a walker. He prefers a slow waddle to his speed-racer all-fours. I am so glad that I have a couple weeks to relish his slower pace before he is running all the time. This new locomotive development has also sprouted a curiosity of all things feet. He LOVES to put on his shoes. He’ll hold his little feet out nice and still so we can put them on for him. Eden’s sandals and Mama’s platform heels are favorites as well.
Posted by Elisa on October 1st, 2011
Eden has started this crazy new behavior. She likes to roll around on the floor and pretend like she can’t stop without help. I guess sometimes she forgets that she is the one controlling her body.
When we were at Lake Powell the adults were playing a game and Eden was playing late into the night near us. She decided to spin around in circles until she got dizzy. Possessed by her apparent exhaustion she started pleading for help to stop and then she started crying! The girl seriously believed she couldn’t stop. (Except I thought that she was crying because she wanted us to play along and we weren’t). It was sadly very funny.
I like to be exceptional. Who doesn’t? Even if people like to be exceptional quietly I am pretty certain most people don’t wish for a future of monotony and hum drum.
I am taking classes again. Eight credit hours on campus at least 3 independent study (6 if I can ever start my other IS class). And voice lessons. Did I mention I am also a mom? So my children are sort of getting the shaft lately. I have a sitter with them every Monday afternoon, I am gone 2 nights a week and only partially present the rest of the time, since I am trying to speed read my textbooks and write papers.
Now I need to find 12 hours to volunteer in a field related to my abnormal psych class. Hmmm… Where do I find 12 more hours? It doesn’t sound like a lot. Just one more night a week to be gone from my family for the next 6+ weeks. Or a couple of Saturdays, dodging the holidays. Or my other option: Just do what I can comfortably.
So back to being exceptional. As much as I love to excel and have a beautiful number on my transcript–4 point O. I think I would rather be acceptable, passable, mediocre and giggle with my Eden, snuggle with Alden and have a conversation that lasts more than 2 minutes with Chad before I crash at 9:00pm.