Saturday, July 28, 2012
Better Idea
Publishing costs too much money for me right now..... I decided to make a blog dedicated to my novel so people could just read it online. If you'd like to check it out, you can go here.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Mischief
That should be Tristan's middle name! What were we thinking?
Tristan has officially learned to throw tantrums. Before I thought it was funny and kinda cute. Now it's just plain obnoxious. He will literally throw himself on the ground and start screaming if we say no or take something away. Isn't that just like a cartoon or kid's book thing? I didn't think it was for real!
On the bright side, we think he is getting smarter. Because when we say no, it's an automatic invitation to do it. My favorite is when I tell him not to touch something, and he will stare at me and go to touch it with one finger. Or he'll just tap it really quick. Ulgh! He knows!
This is cute though. I built him a little fort today with blankets and chairs. He thought it was the coolest thing ever! He crawled in and out of the door, giggling like mad. And if you spooked him when he poked his head out, he would shriek and laugh so loud. Kids are so fun because everything is a new surprise. What would it be like to see the world that way?
And chicken. He LOVES grilled chicken. Seriously, I think he ate a whole half a chicken breast tonight by himself. It's goo though, the kid needs some protein in his diet. We gotta bulk him up for football, right? Hahaha, go ahead laugh. I know he's never going to be big enough for that. If he ever tried out he would be pulverized. Nah, best I can hope for is soccer. Oh, and tennis I guess. But, I think I'm going to steer him towards the piano and dancing. That way he can get onto "So You Think You Can Dance?" and play Mozart. The arts are what really catches a girls eye. Who cares about all the manly sporty stuff that's basically just to impress other men? Might as well turn his efforts to something that will actually win him a wife someday!
And okay okay, this is a little twisted……Tristan is scared of the vacuum. No idea why. He thinks it's going to suck him up or something. Anyhoo, I was vacuuming, and he let out this terrified shriek and "ran" to hide behind the entertainment center, but actually ended up just being squished in the corner. When I got closer, and he realized he was trapped, he started freaking out and sobbing. So I moved back, and he "ran" again to his bedroom, crying all the way. It was sooo funny. I gave him a hug afterwards and was like, Tristan, I was driving it, why would you think I would run you over??? Kids are hilarious. One minute he thinks the vacuum is fun, and the next it scares him out of his pants!
Tristan has officially learned to throw tantrums. Before I thought it was funny and kinda cute. Now it's just plain obnoxious. He will literally throw himself on the ground and start screaming if we say no or take something away. Isn't that just like a cartoon or kid's book thing? I didn't think it was for real!
On the bright side, we think he is getting smarter. Because when we say no, it's an automatic invitation to do it. My favorite is when I tell him not to touch something, and he will stare at me and go to touch it with one finger. Or he'll just tap it really quick. Ulgh! He knows!
This is cute though. I built him a little fort today with blankets and chairs. He thought it was the coolest thing ever! He crawled in and out of the door, giggling like mad. And if you spooked him when he poked his head out, he would shriek and laugh so loud. Kids are so fun because everything is a new surprise. What would it be like to see the world that way?
And chicken. He LOVES grilled chicken. Seriously, I think he ate a whole half a chicken breast tonight by himself. It's goo though, the kid needs some protein in his diet. We gotta bulk him up for football, right? Hahaha, go ahead laugh. I know he's never going to be big enough for that. If he ever tried out he would be pulverized. Nah, best I can hope for is soccer. Oh, and tennis I guess. But, I think I'm going to steer him towards the piano and dancing. That way he can get onto "So You Think You Can Dance?" and play Mozart. The arts are what really catches a girls eye. Who cares about all the manly sporty stuff that's basically just to impress other men? Might as well turn his efforts to something that will actually win him a wife someday!
And okay okay, this is a little twisted……Tristan is scared of the vacuum. No idea why. He thinks it's going to suck him up or something. Anyhoo, I was vacuuming, and he let out this terrified shriek and "ran" to hide behind the entertainment center, but actually ended up just being squished in the corner. When I got closer, and he realized he was trapped, he started freaking out and sobbing. So I moved back, and he "ran" again to his bedroom, crying all the way. It was sooo funny. I gave him a hug afterwards and was like, Tristan, I was driving it, why would you think I would run you over??? Kids are hilarious. One minute he thinks the vacuum is fun, and the next it scares him out of his pants!
Daddy likes to make baby wear capes
Awh, being sweet with the kitty
Hiding in the fort
Mmm, this chicken is soo good!
Forget the hands! Just eat it right off the tray!
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Kitty
Pretty much, I'm a cat person. I feel so empty without a kitty in my house. Is that weird?
I mean, I've owned a cat since I was a baby, my parents had cats even before I was born. I was bred a cat lover. When my Sabrina died, I was so depressed, I went out an found myself Momo and Suki. Suki was my baby until we had to find her a new home because of finances. Bastian too, the little furball I found in the parking lot at work one day. I don't think I will ever find a sweeter boy than him. I miss them all so much it hurts.
There is this poor kitty that has been living around our complex. I don't know if it is a stray, or has a home, but it seems to be super friendly and social, and has these giant blue eyes. It also has a crushed foot. Every time I see it limping around, my heart aches and I just want to scoop it up and love it. I've given it food quite a few times, and if I were living alone, I'd definitely lure it into my apartment and make it mine.
Ahh, one day. One day I will have a kitty again. I wish I could have Bastian and Suki back. But, I hope they are happy and well cared for in their new homes. Until I can have a kitty, I will just have to make due with the stray outside and the little kittens and big fuzzies at the petsmart.
I mean, I've owned a cat since I was a baby, my parents had cats even before I was born. I was bred a cat lover. When my Sabrina died, I was so depressed, I went out an found myself Momo and Suki. Suki was my baby until we had to find her a new home because of finances. Bastian too, the little furball I found in the parking lot at work one day. I don't think I will ever find a sweeter boy than him. I miss them all so much it hurts.
There is this poor kitty that has been living around our complex. I don't know if it is a stray, or has a home, but it seems to be super friendly and social, and has these giant blue eyes. It also has a crushed foot. Every time I see it limping around, my heart aches and I just want to scoop it up and love it. I've given it food quite a few times, and if I were living alone, I'd definitely lure it into my apartment and make it mine.
Ahh, one day. One day I will have a kitty again. I wish I could have Bastian and Suki back. But, I hope they are happy and well cared for in their new homes. Until I can have a kitty, I will just have to make due with the stray outside and the little kittens and big fuzzies at the petsmart.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Wow, once babies figure out how to walk, they go everywhere!
Tristan is walking all over the place, and getting into a lot more stuff. As well as pulling various items off of store shelves, we gotta work on that. But he is also figuring things out. Like he discovered the handicapped door buttons at church. He can now let himself in and out of a building. And he will go in and out over and over again. He also tries to pry open elevator doors. Oh, and phones? He will steal them for anybody. And then he will hold it up to his ear and listen to see if anyone is there. He will also hold it up to your ear and giggle if you start talking into it. He loves to push buttons and play with touch screens, and he always ends up texting someone from my contact list. Silly kid. He stole my car keys the other day and promptly walked over to the front door and attempted to "unlock" it. One weird thing he does? He likes to rub things on his cheek next to his mouth. Like his monkey, or my keys. It's weird. Like he'll sit there in the grocery cart, binkie in his mouth, but rubbing the key right next to his mouth under the binkie. And he does his breech baby pose a lot now, with his legs sprawled out and his feet up by his ears. His favorite place to do that is in the car seat. That can't be comfortable! But he does it. His melt downs are turning into tantrums, especially when we say no or take something away. He will literally throw himself on the ground, pound with his fists, and scream at us. Great…..Ah well, at least he is still cute! Oh, and he LOVES grilled chicken.
Tristan is walking all over the place, and getting into a lot more stuff. As well as pulling various items off of store shelves, we gotta work on that. But he is also figuring things out. Like he discovered the handicapped door buttons at church. He can now let himself in and out of a building. And he will go in and out over and over again. He also tries to pry open elevator doors. Oh, and phones? He will steal them for anybody. And then he will hold it up to his ear and listen to see if anyone is there. He will also hold it up to your ear and giggle if you start talking into it. He loves to push buttons and play with touch screens, and he always ends up texting someone from my contact list. Silly kid. He stole my car keys the other day and promptly walked over to the front door and attempted to "unlock" it. One weird thing he does? He likes to rub things on his cheek next to his mouth. Like his monkey, or my keys. It's weird. Like he'll sit there in the grocery cart, binkie in his mouth, but rubbing the key right next to his mouth under the binkie. And he does his breech baby pose a lot now, with his legs sprawled out and his feet up by his ears. His favorite place to do that is in the car seat. That can't be comfortable! But he does it. His melt downs are turning into tantrums, especially when we say no or take something away. He will literally throw himself on the ground, pound with his fists, and scream at us. Great…..Ah well, at least he is still cute! Oh, and he LOVES grilled chicken.
Running away at church
Watching the rats play
While standing on a chair
Come here so I can whack you!
Look at my juice I spilled (on purpose….)
Watching the cars go by
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Why?
I bet a lot of people are going to hate me for saying this......
have you ever seen an attractive newborn? It's funny how we all lie and say, oh my goodness what a cute baby! When we are really thinking, awh, what a little rat, or little alien.....or whatever you think of when you see a scronny, wrinkly newborn.
Here's what I think. We say they are cute because the idea of a new baby is attractive to us, and what they will eventually look like appeals to us. And us poor deluded parents who look at our wrinkly babies and think they are the most beautiful thing on the planet, soon realize just how oblivious we were when we compare pictures of them from months later.
So it's ok, keep lying and saying newborns are cute, because it makes the parents beam with pride and happiness. They'll figure it out later, haha.
And hey, I still think Tristan was cute when he was first born, even though he did look like a little alien, but! he is definitely waaaaaaaaaaaay cuter now! Babies need chub and smiles, that's the best.
have you ever seen an attractive newborn? It's funny how we all lie and say, oh my goodness what a cute baby! When we are really thinking, awh, what a little rat, or little alien.....or whatever you think of when you see a scronny, wrinkly newborn.
Here's what I think. We say they are cute because the idea of a new baby is attractive to us, and what they will eventually look like appeals to us. And us poor deluded parents who look at our wrinkly babies and think they are the most beautiful thing on the planet, soon realize just how oblivious we were when we compare pictures of them from months later.
So it's ok, keep lying and saying newborns are cute, because it makes the parents beam with pride and happiness. They'll figure it out later, haha.
And hey, I still think Tristan was cute when he was first born, even though he did look like a little alien, but! he is definitely waaaaaaaaaaaay cuter now! Babies need chub and smiles, that's the best.
Childhood
As Tristan gets older, and I think about him getting older and experiencing new things, it reminds me of how I felt the first time I experienced the same things.
One of my favorite smells was the rain on the first day of school. I grew up in Anchorage, Alaska, and nearly every year, the first day of school was a rainy one. Or at least damp and misty. I loved walking outside, clad in my brand new clothes and shoes, my backpack full of notebooks and fancy pencils that I had been admiring since purchasing them, and smelling that distinct Alaska rain smell. Sometimes, here in the fall, after it has rained, it almost smells the same and I feel like I am home. Do you remember those days? When you would get so excited to go back to school shopping, and you'd get to pick out all your supplies, and get new shoes because your feet grew two sizes over the summer, and then the crisp, clean clothes you weren't allowed to touch till the first day? My mom always tried to make us change out of them and put on play clothes when we got home, but it never lasted long.
Then the summers. Summers back home were amazing, we, all of the kids on my street, would play outside until 11 PM, and our parents wouldn't think twice about it. The sun was still up, so it was okay. There were woods by my house that we loved to play in, me and all the boys (I was the only girl in my neighborhood). We made forts, tread trails through the devil's club, picked watermellon berries, and played hide and go seek with the moose. There was an old wagon trail in the woods from the old homestead days, and a rusted up old truck we used to joke had been broken down there since before Alaska was made a state. Maybe it had been. We would dig holes in my back yard, just to see how deep we could get before we got to the grey clay and glacial silt. And we would go on adventures in the gravel pits.
The last time I went home, the gravel pits had been filled in and built over. The trails we had made in the woods were over grown, but that silly truck was still there. It's interesting how differently you see the world as you grow up. And how much you miss the excitement of being a child. Everything is a new discovery, the innocence makes it fun. When you could still imagine and pretend, and when toys could come to life. Nick and I have been collecting hotwheels cars for Tristan, we even bought him a car rug to drive them on. We both had them growing up, and I have to admit, it has been a lot of fun playing with those cars and making driving noises with Tristan, who giggles and loves every minute of it.
I hope we end up somewhere that Tristan can play and explore like I did. There aren't really any woods around here in the desert. And it hardly ever rains on the first day of school. I guess for me though, as long as he can have fun and be a child as long as possible, that will be enough.
Writing all this has made me really miss Alaska, and I realize no matter where I go, it will always be my home. The most beautiful and wild place I have ever been. I hope Tristan can enjoy it one day. I'd love to take him there, and show him my old playgrounds, and I know Nick would love to take him fishing. But I'm glad we are able to experience childhood again vicariously through Tristan, it's a lot of fun to remember.
One of my favorite smells was the rain on the first day of school. I grew up in Anchorage, Alaska, and nearly every year, the first day of school was a rainy one. Or at least damp and misty. I loved walking outside, clad in my brand new clothes and shoes, my backpack full of notebooks and fancy pencils that I had been admiring since purchasing them, and smelling that distinct Alaska rain smell. Sometimes, here in the fall, after it has rained, it almost smells the same and I feel like I am home. Do you remember those days? When you would get so excited to go back to school shopping, and you'd get to pick out all your supplies, and get new shoes because your feet grew two sizes over the summer, and then the crisp, clean clothes you weren't allowed to touch till the first day? My mom always tried to make us change out of them and put on play clothes when we got home, but it never lasted long.
Then the summers. Summers back home were amazing, we, all of the kids on my street, would play outside until 11 PM, and our parents wouldn't think twice about it. The sun was still up, so it was okay. There were woods by my house that we loved to play in, me and all the boys (I was the only girl in my neighborhood). We made forts, tread trails through the devil's club, picked watermellon berries, and played hide and go seek with the moose. There was an old wagon trail in the woods from the old homestead days, and a rusted up old truck we used to joke had been broken down there since before Alaska was made a state. Maybe it had been. We would dig holes in my back yard, just to see how deep we could get before we got to the grey clay and glacial silt. And we would go on adventures in the gravel pits.
The last time I went home, the gravel pits had been filled in and built over. The trails we had made in the woods were over grown, but that silly truck was still there. It's interesting how differently you see the world as you grow up. And how much you miss the excitement of being a child. Everything is a new discovery, the innocence makes it fun. When you could still imagine and pretend, and when toys could come to life. Nick and I have been collecting hotwheels cars for Tristan, we even bought him a car rug to drive them on. We both had them growing up, and I have to admit, it has been a lot of fun playing with those cars and making driving noises with Tristan, who giggles and loves every minute of it.
I hope we end up somewhere that Tristan can play and explore like I did. There aren't really any woods around here in the desert. And it hardly ever rains on the first day of school. I guess for me though, as long as he can have fun and be a child as long as possible, that will be enough.
Writing all this has made me really miss Alaska, and I realize no matter where I go, it will always be my home. The most beautiful and wild place I have ever been. I hope Tristan can enjoy it one day. I'd love to take him there, and show him my old playgrounds, and I know Nick would love to take him fishing. But I'm glad we are able to experience childhood again vicariously through Tristan, it's a lot of fun to remember.
Hanging out in the woods
with my dad and Phil
Cook Inlet at sunset
Pretty mountains down south of us
Misty morning
Anchorage!!
Don't worry, it's pretend
Barnacle hunting in Whittier
Fording the stream
Birthday bike!
Going hiking
Tristan and his new toys
Monday, July 9, 2012
Ratted
Something about me and Nick…..
we are animal people. We just love animals and having pets. When we had to find Suki a new home, I was depressed for days. I'm still sad that she is gone, because I've lost my snuggle buddy. We would joke about getting a dog, but we would run into the same problems with pet rent and all that. So, we would just look on ksl every couple days just to admire the puppies and talk about what kind we wanted one day.
Then one day, Nick asked if I would like a little furry to tide me over until we could get a big animal again. Of course I said yes! We decided to get a teddybear hamster. Cute as he was, we actually had to take him back a few days later because he had a sore on his side that wasn't healing well. At the pet store, because of his long fur, he got caught in the wheel and the other hamsters kept running with him stuck. So it ripped out his fur and took some skin. I thought he would be okay if we brought him home, but he just seemed to be getting worse, so, sadly, we took him back.
Wandering around Petsmart on Saturday just for fun, we saw them restocking all of their small mammals. They had super cute hamsters as well, but what we were drawn to were the rats. I know, I know, when you think of rats, you think of dirty smelly sewer or ring around the rosy. But, these little girls were so adorable, sleek and sweet. The ones in the cage were grey and white, and while were were deciding if we wanted one of them, the clerk stocked two more, a tan one and a dark brown one. The little tan girl was soooo beautiful, we decided she was the one! Then, after going to four more pet stores hoping to find another similar one, we came back to the same petsmart and got the pretty little grey and white one.
They had been super sweet so far. Still very timid and shy with us, but they will eventually be trainable like little dogs. Apparently, they can learn their names and simple commands and tricks, they use a litter box, and all sorts of other things! So I'm exciting for them to get trained and cuddly. It's like Remi says is Ratatouille, rats are super dang smart!
we are animal people. We just love animals and having pets. When we had to find Suki a new home, I was depressed for days. I'm still sad that she is gone, because I've lost my snuggle buddy. We would joke about getting a dog, but we would run into the same problems with pet rent and all that. So, we would just look on ksl every couple days just to admire the puppies and talk about what kind we wanted one day.
Then one day, Nick asked if I would like a little furry to tide me over until we could get a big animal again. Of course I said yes! We decided to get a teddybear hamster. Cute as he was, we actually had to take him back a few days later because he had a sore on his side that wasn't healing well. At the pet store, because of his long fur, he got caught in the wheel and the other hamsters kept running with him stuck. So it ripped out his fur and took some skin. I thought he would be okay if we brought him home, but he just seemed to be getting worse, so, sadly, we took him back.
Wandering around Petsmart on Saturday just for fun, we saw them restocking all of their small mammals. They had super cute hamsters as well, but what we were drawn to were the rats. I know, I know, when you think of rats, you think of dirty smelly sewer or ring around the rosy. But, these little girls were so adorable, sleek and sweet. The ones in the cage were grey and white, and while were were deciding if we wanted one of them, the clerk stocked two more, a tan one and a dark brown one. The little tan girl was soooo beautiful, we decided she was the one! Then, after going to four more pet stores hoping to find another similar one, we came back to the same petsmart and got the pretty little grey and white one.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
These feet were made for Walking
Finally!
It's not perfect just yet, but he is SOOOO close, it's killing me! Tristan is walking all by himself! I mean, he's not like running down he sidewalk or perusing the isles at grocery stores, but he can make it from one side of the room to the other without stopping. And for our little torticollis baby, it's simply amazing to see him making these huge strides.
For the last few weeks, we have trained him to wear if we hold our hands out to him, that means he needs to let go of whatever he is holding on to, and try walking to us. And that evolved to him just taking off on his own. He is walking all over the house now. We still need to work on him being able to stand up on his own so he can just get up and walk; he still needs to use something, like a chair, to stand before he can get moving. But, slowly but surely, he will get there.
He's also getting smart about other things. Like, he tried opening his wipie box but couldn't, so he handed it to me. When I shrugged at him and tried to hand it back, he shook his head and tapped the lid with his finger. Or if he is done with something, he hands it to us, like his binkie or drink cup. And if he wants something, he will grunt (eh eh eh) until he get it or do it for him. I swear, sometimes it sounds like he is forming words and trying to talk to us, but mostly it's just baby babble, which is dang cute anyways.
But that was our exciting news for the week, Tristan is walking! Yeay baby!
It's not perfect just yet, but he is SOOOO close, it's killing me! Tristan is walking all by himself! I mean, he's not like running down he sidewalk or perusing the isles at grocery stores, but he can make it from one side of the room to the other without stopping. And for our little torticollis baby, it's simply amazing to see him making these huge strides.
For the last few weeks, we have trained him to wear if we hold our hands out to him, that means he needs to let go of whatever he is holding on to, and try walking to us. And that evolved to him just taking off on his own. He is walking all over the house now. We still need to work on him being able to stand up on his own so he can just get up and walk; he still needs to use something, like a chair, to stand before he can get moving. But, slowly but surely, he will get there.
He's also getting smart about other things. Like, he tried opening his wipie box but couldn't, so he handed it to me. When I shrugged at him and tried to hand it back, he shook his head and tapped the lid with his finger. Or if he is done with something, he hands it to us, like his binkie or drink cup. And if he wants something, he will grunt (eh eh eh) until he get it or do it for him. I swear, sometimes it sounds like he is forming words and trying to talk to us, but mostly it's just baby babble, which is dang cute anyways.
But that was our exciting news for the week, Tristan is walking! Yeay baby!
Saturday, July 7, 2012
BACON!
Dinner tonight:
Inspiration in the meat section at Smith's.....ground veal on sale!
Veal burgers on three cheese semolina bread, topped with caramelized mushrooms and onions, Monterey jack cheese and bacon.
YUMMY!!!!!
How can you beat that?
Inspiration in the meat section at Smith's.....ground veal on sale!
Veal burgers on three cheese semolina bread, topped with caramelized mushrooms and onions, Monterey jack cheese and bacon.
YUMMY!!!!!
How can you beat that?
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Old times
When Nick was on his mission, Sarah told me I should buy a journal and write to him everyday. Well, I bought the journal, and I wrote him a lot. Less and less as the months went on. But I was reading through it today and laughed at myself a little bit at some of the things I would say. Some of the things I did when I was in college, the things I found amusing, the things that bothered me. It was nice to remember all the fun I had.
Then behind a picture of Nick and me, I found a campbell's soup label, for cream of onion soup. And I remembered the day I bought that silly can. I found the entry towards the end of the journal, about the day Ben drove me, Sarah and Blaine to Idaho Falls so I could have a procedure done. And then how they took me around town when I was coming off the sedation, and how they let me buy silly things, like a $70 dress and the soup. It was the start of a great semester, and a lot of good times with great friends. I don't hear from them much anymore. I guess we all move on with our lives. I have a binder of pictures from that semester, pictures of silly things like Ben hanging hangers from his lip, and Blaine presenting Sarah with a ring made from play dough, and Matthew carrying me around the living room, and Emma looking terrified as Ben jumped into Blaine's lap.
Watching the parade yesterday, and seeing all the high school marching bands and cheerleaders, I thought to myself "they have no idea how simple and wonderful their lives are". Why is it that things tend to get so complicated and messy as we get older? Is it just because we know more, or think we know more? Do we get to caught up in meaningless things, attached to old habits and memories that hinder us rather than help us. Why do we as adults spend so much of our time reminiscing about things that were, instead of looking to things that might be? I think it's because of the solace and the comfort that comes from things past. And because things really are simpler when you are younger, when you only have to worry about yourself. When the most exciting part of your day is catching a boy smiling at you and then spending the rest of your night giggling to your roommates about it.
Kids are always in such a hurry to grow up, to be adults, when they should really be savoring every moment of their childhood. Enjoying every game, every tease, every late night and Saturday morning. Every Tristan starts freaking out, I say to him, kid your life isn't that bad! You don't know how easy you have it! I'm the one changing your poopy diapers! One day he'll understand, just like I am beginning to as I look at my parents.
It was nice to see those pictures and read about the fun we had. I will forever be grateful to those wonderful friends who did so much for me, and helped me more than they understand. Thanks guys.
Then behind a picture of Nick and me, I found a campbell's soup label, for cream of onion soup. And I remembered the day I bought that silly can. I found the entry towards the end of the journal, about the day Ben drove me, Sarah and Blaine to Idaho Falls so I could have a procedure done. And then how they took me around town when I was coming off the sedation, and how they let me buy silly things, like a $70 dress and the soup. It was the start of a great semester, and a lot of good times with great friends. I don't hear from them much anymore. I guess we all move on with our lives. I have a binder of pictures from that semester, pictures of silly things like Ben hanging hangers from his lip, and Blaine presenting Sarah with a ring made from play dough, and Matthew carrying me around the living room, and Emma looking terrified as Ben jumped into Blaine's lap.
Watching the parade yesterday, and seeing all the high school marching bands and cheerleaders, I thought to myself "they have no idea how simple and wonderful their lives are". Why is it that things tend to get so complicated and messy as we get older? Is it just because we know more, or think we know more? Do we get to caught up in meaningless things, attached to old habits and memories that hinder us rather than help us. Why do we as adults spend so much of our time reminiscing about things that were, instead of looking to things that might be? I think it's because of the solace and the comfort that comes from things past. And because things really are simpler when you are younger, when you only have to worry about yourself. When the most exciting part of your day is catching a boy smiling at you and then spending the rest of your night giggling to your roommates about it.
Kids are always in such a hurry to grow up, to be adults, when they should really be savoring every moment of their childhood. Enjoying every game, every tease, every late night and Saturday morning. Every Tristan starts freaking out, I say to him, kid your life isn't that bad! You don't know how easy you have it! I'm the one changing your poopy diapers! One day he'll understand, just like I am beginning to as I look at my parents.
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