2014 – A Recap

2014 – A Recap

Babies birthed – 1
Uninterrupted nights of sleep – 3 (dear God, can that be right?!)
Trips to the ER – 3
Boxes of mac & cheese prepared – 50 +/-
Diapers changed – ??? (math too complicated)
Children potty-trained – 1

Of course, there is a lot of good stuff that happened in 2014 that can’t be quantified: giggles, moments watching sleeping babies, personal and professional successes, hard work, quiet times, growth.

And there’s some not-as-good stuff to remember, too: tears, weariness, worry, frustration, sadness.

“No resolutions beyond the ones I make every morning: to be kinder and calmer and less demanding of happiness. To listen better. To be curious. To show my love for the person lying next to me. To be grateful for every messy second of this glorious life.” – Armistead Maupin

That about sums it up for me. I’m not much of a resolver (see my 2012 resolutions where I resolved not to eat monkfish liver or get a face tattoo, or my 2011 resolutions where I resolve to use up bath products). It’s pretty clear that I like to set the bar low. But I am a reflector, and the New Year, in its cold, dark stillness, seems to be a good time for that, winter ice like a mirror.

I can do better.
I can be less grumpy.
I can strive to feel less harried.
I can work towards letting go of things that create a sort of self-inflicted overwhelmedness.
I can accept help.
I can strive for more patience.
I can work on tenderness.
I can try to save my kindest words for those I love most and for myself.
I can embrace stillness when I find it.
I can try to emulate my small children’s wonder.
I can learn to give without compromising myself.
I can strive to have a generous heart and spirit.
I can read more books.

I can also avoid monkfish liver and face tattoos for at least another year.

Wishing you all peace, grace and love, now and always.

-ST

Happy New Year

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Boo! A little bit late.

Halloween 2014 – A Recap, about ten days late

The Costumes: Batman (with muscles!), a lamb (pronounced “yam”), and a bat.

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The Numbers: 60 Trick-or-Treaters visited our house. So I suppose the 480 pieces of candy I bought was a bit excessive.

The Good: A really amazing tree costume.  He may have actually been a tree stand, now that I think about it.  And his buddy was a squirrel. The best part?  The costumes were clearly homemade, and the kids were 9-year-old boys.  Nice. 

The Bad: The mom wearing her costumed 14-month-old and trick-or-treating.  Really?  She’s too little and you’re too big. I give the kids 3 pieces each, but you? You get ONE.

The Icky: Plum thought the carving was vastly overrated.  Pumpkin guts? Ew.  Pickle loved it.  Pistachio? He munched on some chicken and puffs and watched us, amused. 

The Strange: A 50-year-old woman trick-or-treating with her dog.  The dog wore a cape. The woman wore a Mickey Mouse costume.  She pushed a loaded up baby stroller.  No baby, just lots of stuff.  Still confused by this one.

The Philosophy: Eat it all, as fast as you’d like.  It gets rid of the candy faster, only coats those teeth with caramel for one or two days (sorry dentists!) and perhaps helps with the “you eat too much candy, you feel ill” self-restraint lesson. 

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The Boss: Pickle liked his costume and his candy, of course.  But I think he liked handing out the candy the best.  “Take two!” he would instruct seriously.

The Awesome: The very concerned 8-year-old who seemed so sad that Pickle was handing out candy and wasn’t out in costume, having fun and trick-or-treating.  I assured him that Pickle had already made the rounds. Three cheers for caring, thoughtful kids. 

The Verdict: Halloween is awesome. Thanksgiving?  Not nearly as cool.