- I'm getting very excited about looking, and listening, and writing. Forget whether I have anything meaningful to say, I just want to put it down. (I admit that I've not put much more than a few notes to myself down, but I'm really pumped to do more.)
- I'm laughing a lot. I was a little apprehensive about starting a book on writing, worried that it would be dry and slow. This book is anything but. I have actually laughed out loud at some of her anecdotes and her sarcastic, paranoid way of looking at things.
- I'm thinking about spiritual things. Not exactly sure where this is coming from. She mentions her faith several times in the book, though not in any great detail. I suppose it's all this looking and listening.
As well as reading, I've also been really getting along with my boys. I know that sounds horrible, but the truth is that there are weeks where every day is "one of those days." Last month I felt that Max and I were going head-to-head every time I asked him to do something, and then suddenly, something just switched. I gave up trying to make him do things, and he started choosing to be more helpful. Then there are the things he says. His drink is "nice and cold;" his strawberries, "nice and sweet;" his cereal is "part of this complete breakfast." (Ok, maybe we've been watching too much TV.)
Today we went to Snow and Story Time at the ice rink. I bundled them up in hats and mittens to give them a taste of the winter we didn't have. With red cheeks and noses we left the building, took off our coats, and have been enjoying this 70 degree afternoon.