My attempt to find balance with the sweets, and the sours, of life.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
It is a white, frosty Saturday morning here, and my whole brood is snug inside and all is right in the Lemony Renee' world . . .
The puppy is dragging around his toy rubber chicken; a Christmas gift. He is systematically chewing the toes off and having so much fun doing it. A little ghoulish, but he's happy.
Lester is sitting here on my monitor, all puffed up and content. I love this little bird; she brings me peaceful companionship and all she asks in return is that I let her sit on my head every now and then.
And my husband and my son are where I left them last night . . . on the floor of the family room, sleeping bags spread out in front of the fire . . . this is their version of winter camping. They cook convenience foods over the open fire of the fireplace and do decidedly "guy things" all evening, night, and the next morning. Last night, I believe there was a late-night sledding adventure, a nature walk, and home to another log on the fire and a first lesson in poker. Ten hours later, the poker continues (I suspect they slept at some point, but I can't be sure) and my son just came streaking through here proclaiming that he just got a straight . . . hair still all askew and wearing his "happy camper" t-shirt, he was quite a sight.
These are the best of days.
I think I'll pour another cup of coffee and have a bit of that banana bread for breakfast.
“Years ago my mother used to say to me, she'd say, ‘In this world, Elwood, you must be...’ - she always called me Elwood - ‘...in this world, Elwood, you must be oh so smart or oh so pleasant.’ Well, for years I was smart. I recommend pleasant. You may quote me.”~Elwood P. Dowd in Harvey
I am a stay-at-home mom who is coming to grips with the fact that my children are growing up, and that is bitter sweet. I have several pets who understand me including a couple dogs, some beautiful pigeons (yes, pigeons), some chickens who boss me around, and a mourning dove who I believe is God's little whisper to me from heaven. I was a lawyer before I got really serious and became a mom. I love to knit, write, cook, and to take good care of my family. We struggle with my daughter's Reactive Attachment Disorder, and hold hands very tightly sometimes while we withstand the high tide of her challenges. Through it all, I am blessed to have a husband who is the corner piece to my puzzle.