Oh me, oh my, where do I start? I’ve been putting off writing about our trip to Disney for many reasons, the most important of which is that so much happened, and I just don’t have the time to get it all down. But, as I told Trent on the way home from the airport, my purposes in writing this blog (or Twitter even) has changed so much in the past few years. Whereas this used to be a place for me to spew whatever nagging thoughts were swirling around in my brain, now I look at it as sort of a time capsule. I remember Gwen Bell saying once (on Twitter or her blog or the like) that she wished her mother had some sort of online journal or Twitter account. Her mom, who died when she was quite young, is somewhat of a mystery to her, and she wondered what her Twitter would say, what she would share with the world, and wishes she could peek into her private thoughts. Every time (well, almost) I write something here or anywhere online, I think of that. Of how someday my children will read this, and whether I’m still on this Earth or not, they will gain some insight into who I am as person, not just their mother. They can read my perspective, learn about things I was interested in, understand me so much better. Sure, there are things I don’t want them to know that they will probably learn here and elsewhere, but it’s all part of my truth, the person I am. And them seeing that I am a mere mortal, a person who makes mistakes and learns and grows is more important to me than sheltering them from said mistakes.
What I’m trying to get at, is although I have no time, and honestly, not much desire to chronicle our trip to Disney here, I know I have to. Lucy’s experience of this trip will be remembered through five year old eyes and ears, it will be muffled and selective. I want her to be able to read this in five or ten or twenty years and learn what she said the first time she saw the castle over the horizon or how she grinned while sitting on her dad’s shoulders or what she said as she met Cinderella for the first time. I want her to see her beautiful self through my eyes. So even though it may take forever to get it all down, and regardless of who will read it today, I need to write this story. For her. For Tate. So they can remember.
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Trent and I were discussing my 100 Things To Do list the other day, when he brought up number 18, “attend a taping of the Oprah Winfrey show.” I said that obviously that wasn’t going to happen any time soon (as the show is no longer in production) and that I probably missed my window. But, since my list is sort of a “living document,” I was planning on doing the best I could…and would probably count “meeting Oprah” or “attending an event where Oprah is speaking” or whatever blah blah blah Oprah. While I, of course, would like to reach all the goals on my list, I know that some are close to impossible (hello, number 51), but that is the fun of it. And since the list is inherintly mine, I can change or flex or update it as I see fit. That’s one of my favorite things about having a Life List. We all change, so why shouldn’t our list change as well. As I grow and experience more of life, of course what I want to do with it will change! I mean, if I made this list when I was 19, I certainly wouldn’t want it to look exactly the same today (Tatoo, check! Tounge piercing, check! Pass out in the hallway of a fraternity, check check!).
With that in mind, here are a few updates to the list from the last few months:
17. Take photos of someone famous – Yes, I am counting Minnie Mouse. Suck it world, my list. – June 2011
24. Buy a brand new Mac computer – Technically this was a “gift” but since it was from my husband, I’m counting it! – February 2011
69. Have more kids – Two words: Tater Tot. – December 2010
93. Go to therapy – As I’ve said on MANY occassions, being a working mom of two has been an adjustment. So earlier this Spring, I starting seeing someone to help me organize my life/feelings/goals. It has been a godsend, one of my best decisions ever. – April 2011
What will I accomplish next? Skydive (number 5)? Play in a rock band (number 23)? Attend P. Diddy’s white party (number 36)? The possibilities are endless! Yay for Life! And for Lists!
1. We have a nanny, so the kids have no daycare / preschool. Which means no getting everyone up in the morning, fighting over clothes / breakfast / making beds, and being at least 20 minutes late to work each day. It also means someone else is doing the laundry and washing the dishes, and when I get home at the end of the day, my house is picked up and clean. I don’t think our nanny can leave us. Ever. Sorry, Amanda, you can’t go back to school in August, you’ll have to stay forever. FOREVER.
2. Due to the aforementioned nanny, we can have late bedtimes, nights at the pool and all around laziness. In addition, our lack of weekend scheduled activities (goodbye Saturday morning dance class!), means weekends actually include weekending! Margaritas! Grilling! Happyyyyyy!
3. I am not pregnant. In the summer, this is really a key to enjoyment.
4. Our big vacation is already done (hello Disney World!) so all our future summer trips are mostly low key lake and farm visits. My favorite. (Excluding Trent’s trip to Ireland and my maybe trip to see my dear B. Spears in Dallas…)
5. Sunshine. This winter was so long. I am basking in the glow of sunny days. At least until it hits 102 degrees. Then ask me again.
A Note on Memory Keeping
/0 Comments/in Happiness, history, Lucy, Tate /by MeganOh me, oh my, where do I start? I’ve been putting off writing about our trip to Disney for many reasons, the most important of which is that so much happened, and I just don’t have the time to get it all down. But, as I told Trent on the way home from the airport, my purposes in writing this blog (or Twitter even) has changed so much in the past few years. Whereas this used to be a place for me to spew whatever nagging thoughts were swirling around in my brain, now I look at it as sort of a time capsule. I remember Gwen Bell saying once (on Twitter or her blog or the like) that she wished her mother had some sort of online journal or Twitter account. Her mom, who died when she was quite young, is somewhat of a mystery to her, and she wondered what her Twitter would say, what she would share with the world, and wishes she could peek into her private thoughts. Every time (well, almost) I write something here or anywhere online, I think of that. Of how someday my children will read this, and whether I’m still on this Earth or not, they will gain some insight into who I am as person, not just their mother. They can read my perspective, learn about things I was interested in, understand me so much better. Sure, there are things I don’t want them to know that they will probably learn here and elsewhere, but it’s all part of my truth, the person I am. And them seeing that I am a mere mortal, a person who makes mistakes and learns and grows is more important to me than sheltering them from said mistakes.
What I’m trying to get at, is although I have no time, and honestly, not much desire to chronicle our trip to Disney here, I know I have to. Lucy’s experience of this trip will be remembered through five year old eyes and ears, it will be muffled and selective. I want her to be able to read this in five or ten or twenty years and learn what she said the first time she saw the castle over the horizon or how she grinned while sitting on her dad’s shoulders or what she said as she met Cinderella for the first time. I want her to see her beautiful self through my eyes. So even though it may take forever to get it all down, and regardless of who will read it today, I need to write this story. For her. For Tate. So they can remember.
100 Things: Update
/1 Comment/in Fun, Happiness /by MeganTrent and I were discussing my 100 Things To Do list the other day, when he brought up number 18, “attend a taping of the Oprah Winfrey show.” I said that obviously that wasn’t going to happen any time soon (as the show is no longer in production) and that I probably missed my window. But, since my list is sort of a “living document,” I was planning on doing the best I could…and would probably count “meeting Oprah” or “attending an event where Oprah is speaking” or whatever blah blah blah Oprah. While I, of course, would like to reach all the goals on my list, I know that some are close to impossible (hello, number 51), but that is the fun of it. And since the list is inherintly mine, I can change or flex or update it as I see fit. That’s one of my favorite things about having a Life List. We all change, so why shouldn’t our list change as well. As I grow and experience more of life, of course what I want to do with it will change! I mean, if I made this list when I was 19, I certainly wouldn’t want it to look exactly the same today (Tatoo, check! Tounge piercing, check! Pass out in the hallway of a fraternity, check check!).
With that in mind, here are a few updates to the list from the last few months:
17. Take photos of someone famous – Yes, I am counting Minnie Mouse. Suck it world, my list. – June 2011
24. Buy a brand new Mac computer – Technically this was a “gift” but since it was from my husband, I’m counting it! – February 2011
69. Have more kids – Two words: Tater Tot. – December 2010
93. Go to therapy – As I’ve said on MANY occassions, being a working mom of two has been an adjustment. So earlier this Spring, I starting seeing someone to help me organize my life/feelings/goals. It has been a godsend, one of my best decisions ever. – April 2011
What will I accomplish next? Skydive (number 5)? Play in a rock band (number 23)? Attend P. Diddy’s white party (number 36)? The possibilities are endless! Yay for Life! And for Lists!
Summer Summer Summertime…Ohhhh Summertime
/0 Comments/in Fun, Happiness /by MeganTop 5 Reasons I’m Loving Summer This Year
1. We have a nanny, so the kids have no daycare / preschool. Which means no getting everyone up in the morning, fighting over clothes / breakfast / making beds, and being at least 20 minutes late to work each day. It also means someone else is doing the laundry and washing the dishes, and when I get home at the end of the day, my house is picked up and clean. I don’t think our nanny can leave us. Ever. Sorry, Amanda, you can’t go back to school in August, you’ll have to stay forever. FOREVER.
2. Due to the aforementioned nanny, we can have late bedtimes, nights at the pool and all around laziness. In addition, our lack of weekend scheduled activities (goodbye Saturday morning dance class!), means weekends actually include weekending! Margaritas! Grilling! Happyyyyyy!
3. I am not pregnant. In the summer, this is really a key to enjoyment.
4. Our big vacation is already done (hello Disney World!) so all our future summer trips are mostly low key lake and farm visits. My favorite. (Excluding Trent’s trip to Ireland and my maybe trip to see my dear B. Spears in Dallas…)
5. Sunshine. This winter was so long. I am basking in the glow of sunny days. At least until it hits 102 degrees. Then ask me again.