On Time

I wish I took the time to be a regular blogger. I could blog about grief, about parenting after, about all the blogs about parenting that I read, about cooking and eating, about gardening, about selling our house and relocating to a land far, far away, about my efforts to reduce our accumulated junk (or about the minimalist blogs that I read), and about parenting little Beanie.

Instead, I feel too busy doing all of these things, and leaving no time for blogging.

And I wonder what my life will be like, once we have uprooted ourselves from this little corner of the world. Will I spend too much time here or on FB with my old neighbors, and not enough time in my new locale, out making real-life friends.

I have aspirations and hopes for our next home. But I really don't know what to expect.

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Beanie keeps me hopping. She is a very social gal. She smiles at all the strangers out at the store or in a restaurant. She is quite charming, actually.  Then she cries the whole drive home and all afternoon, when she needs a nap and just refuses to take one. She finally sleeps when she is soooo exhausted. She is just into life, I guess. Which I can't really complain about, because it is so much better than the alternative.

She says 'Mama' quite clearly, but I think she only means milk by it, not me! When I start to lift up my shirt, she smiles and lets out a little gleeful laugh. Stinker.

She has been 'on the verge' of walking for a couple of months now.  She took 5 or so steps between Triple S and I on Saturday (at a Garden center, that's my girl), so I think we can officially say she is walking. Hasn't had a repeat performance yet.

She loves being outside. I am glad for that. She likes to play (or watch) the kids on the block. Too bad we won't be here long enough to see her running around with them.

I've been reading some interesting parenting books, notably Alfie Kohn's "Unconditional Parenting" and LLL's "Adventures in Gentle Discipline". I have to rely on books since I have no good example of parenting from, um, my own parents.

I have somehow been sneaking vegetarian raw foods into Triple S' diet. And he likes it. And I have been feeling better.  And Bea likes it. And just when fresh strawberries are coming into season, I think she is sensitive to strawberries.

I hate that we are fixing up things around our house in order to sell it. I want to enjoy it!

I wish I could post regularly instead of this meaningless update of randomness.

And Ang, I owe you a video chat!