It's that time again, and thank goodness. You can join in the Quick Takes over at Conversion Diary, which, incidentally, I always type as Conversion Dairy. That's a whole other website, I'm sure.
1. It's this guy's birthday today! I just love him to bits. Happy Birthday, Rob!
2. Sometimes I find that I need to read a good old chick lit book. Not that I'm sitting around reading Tolstoy, but I have been reading some non-fiction books and every once in a while I need to cleanse my palate. It's like watching a comedy or reading People magazine - pure entertainment.
3. Lost will be back in 5 days, people! I hope I can remember even a fourth of what happened last season, or I will be as lost as . . . well, you get the idea . . .
4. Why can I not change the channel when The Cutting Edge comes on? Moira Kelly, DB Sweeney, the Pamchenko! I can't help it, I get sucked in. (And what ever happened to DB Sweeney? Do I even want to know?)
5. The Superbowl is on Bun's birthday this year. Last year, Rob's beloved Giants won the Superbowl a few days after Bun was born, so I'm hoping at least one of the Pennsylvania teams can make it through and win it this year.
6. I found a funky old picture frame a few days ago. It used to be out all the time, and then, in a fit of redecorating, it got shoved to the back of the closet and forgotten. I put one of my favorite pictures of Sally in it, and set it out on the sideboard in my dining room.
The frame has etched mirrors around the outside of it, and in its new spot, the sun hits the mirror at precisely 8:14 every morning and throws rainbows all over the living room ceiling. It's pretty darn cool.
Sally and I are fascinated by them, but by 8:35, the sun has moved enough to make the rainbows disappear. Sally gets a little sad every time they go away, and it's a reminder to me that nothing stays, everything changes, whether good or bad. In a year's time, Sally may not even remember that she was so captivated by the rainbows. I have to chase them with her now.
7. I have to make Rob's cake this afternoon, and the kids are going to want to help me.
I'm not crazy about baking projects with the kids. There, I said it.
I know that takes me out of the running for Mother of the Year and Miss Betty Crocker 2009, but I have to be true to myself.
It's the messiness and slowness that get me the most. I like to bake, so I get into a zone where I am zipping right along, all my ingredients laid out, cleaning up as I go along. There is none of that when you have a six year old cracking eggs and a two year old mixing. It's my own little purgatory on earth.
Despite all that, I still let them help because I want them to know what to do in a kitchen besides stand at their mother's feet and beg for food. I am just not always gracious about it.
Speaking of begging for food, I have some little people milling hungrily about me right now. I guess I'm going to have to attend to my vocation.
Have a great weekend, my friends, and stay warm!