Hamster wheel of thoughts:
1. You know your babies are getting older when you unsubscribe to Babysteals.com. It’s a practical, logical thing to do when you no longer technically have babies, right? Why did I feel a lump in my throat?
2. Kids on the playground today offered Laila their snack because she
was panhandling walked up to them with her big blue eyes and her hand out and that’s all she needed to do to get a cheeto looking puffy thing. I have no idea what she ate, but she tried to go back for more.
My kids get a lot of things that way. The other night Sufyan was ogling chocolate in a window and after we dragged him away, the “Amo” came running up with a stick of chocolate in his hand for Sufyan. Great until he ran away without giving Laila anything and she is WAY past the age of not noticing. Fairs fair, she said, and threw a massive fit.
3. I’m getting older, too, and noticing lines where I remember once noticing lines on that weird older woman who was in my college class sooooo long ago. Er, I mean a little while ago. She seemed strange and ancient then. But now I am her. Who gets little downward lines from collarbones to the decollete? Old people. That’s who. I look down my collar in down dog and I see that gravity works. And so does breast feeding for nearly 4 years…*sag* oops, I mean *sigh*.
4. I tried on a dress that I eyeballed to be totally my size…but it didn’t fit. The chest was tight and my arm movement was so restricted that I had to kind of side lean over to get my purse. I guess I going to have to update my wardrobe to include a whole lotta’ J Jill. I would be sad about this, but I actually love knit stretchy waistband-free pants and drapey, formless “tunics” under baggy cardigans. Bonus if all colors are neutral and scream “HUSH”. Such is my postpartum reality.
Laila is bitten up by mosquitoes all the time while she sleeps. They leave scabs. She is really sensitive to them. More than once she has woken up with her eyes nearly swollen shut.
I refuse to use the insidious seeming “Vape” chemical in our house that literally EVERYONE uses here. (plug it into an outlet, leave the room and close the door. wait for the room to air out and voila’! Safe to sleep in and breathe all night, right? Uh… Solution? Nightly hunt for mosquitoes by flashlight and grow our own citronella plant. Is it working? No. Not really.
So, why do we have such a mosquito problem? Well, it’s comforting to know it’s probably just because of the sewage that runs down our street. Okay!
Around Town, scenes from my current world
I sorely miss our CPSC vetted toys and I still get and read their emailed list of recalls. A sad fact is that toys available here are generally terrible quality and made in China. No, I mean really terrible quality. Leaking batteries (the Duracells look real, but are they?), breaking plastic levers that puncture and cut right out of the box, stinky plastics. And lead? I’m sure.
But they make great pictures. So here are some recent toy pics to make you laugh and make you super glad your kid is playing with his BPA-free plastic sorting bath cups which encourage age appropriate motor skills and proper brain development and surely do not contain lead.
Mom Thought for Today:
I barely have time in my day for thoughts outside of poop, parks, and the next meal. I wonder how much more time I would gain in my day and how much more focused I would be on the present moment with my kids if I didn’t feel the urge to check email and respond to email during the day. My brain is totally addicted to email checking. It has gotten this way since having a baby (Hello outside world? you still there?) and even more so since moving so far away from home. We are proud not to have a TV, but the computer is really taking the place of the boob tube. In truth, the internet has become my link to friends and family. It creates a world I feel familiar with when I feel homesick or lost. But I think tomorrow I am going to run an experiment based on the hunch that life might be better with less internet. Maybe I will be able to stop some of our issues from happening so frequently (like toy squabbles and melt downs) if I am more present to see them BEFORE they become huge. Ok. Here goes (holding breath and unplugging…after I push publish, of course).
Yoga Thought for Today:
My practice has been pure drudgery lately. Unsatisfying, plateaued, flat lined. But I keep showing up to the mat. I have faith in my practice to eventually help me clear this hurdle. Meantime, yoga in pajamas. Yoga with headache. Yoga with toddlers. Yoga with full belly. Yoga without asana. Yoga of only asana. Yoga without savasana. Yoga of only savasana. Yoga Yoga Yoga Yoga….just showing up to the mat is yoga.