Random thoughts

Why can't I get library books back on time? Well, I think it's because everytime I go I come home with a new arm load. I am so happy that I can check my account online at least which lets me renew (over and over again).

I have been reflecting lately how every year I would like to make a good Lent but it always seems to elude me. I really dislike late winter and early spring. I love spring and warm weather, but getting there is a battle. I guess though that God put Lent at the exact right time of year so that my commitment really does mean something - not an easy task but really sacrifice. As Holy Week continues, I work to turn my heart to God, again.

My house is a wreck again. I did really well last week, but over the weekend Brian and I just trashed it and didn't clean up after ourselves. I love coming downstairs Monday morning to a clean kitchen, but somehow forget that fact Sunday evening.

Anne has started a cute snuffling when she's not happy. She wrinkles up her nose and breathes heavy and quickly. It's so funny. She also "fakes" crying sometimes. Brian and I just laughed and laughed at her the other day because she was "crying" after hitting her head. She would almost laugh, remember that she was "hurt", and then do this funny little cry that you could tell she didn't mean.

I hate laundry. I hate folding laundry and putting it away. Washing it and drying it is fine, treating stains is almost fun. But matching socks and hanging shirts is just tiresome.

I love dressing up my living doll. I love her little shoes, dresses, tights, shirts, and pants.

Brian and I are still trying to figure out the parenting balance. I have felt lately that I've assumed too much ... and taken on more than I should. For example, say we're hanging out watching one of our TV shows. Anne's crawling around on the floor and starts to get into something closer to Brian than me. Usually, unless Brian "has her", I'm the first one to jump up and keep her from putting that paper/book/mechanical part into her mouth. Brian says he doesn't notice her until I'm up taking care of it. Basically, I'm always "on duty" and it seems like he never is unless I've asked him to take care of her. I think though to his credit that I've just done it "all myself". In a way, it's like I'm two! "I can do it myself!" But that's not fair to Brian, to Anne, or to me. So we've talked about it and we're both doing better. I've had more hands off and he's had more hands on.