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May282010
Being flexible
May 28, 2010
I woke up very early this morning to get some work done. I've been so busy with homeschool that I haven't been able to get as much writing done as I like to, and the morning hours are some of my few free hours.
Except that the inevitable happened. This time it was the Leafy Boy. He trekked sleepily out of bed and trailed toward my computer after me. When I told him that it was far too early to be awake, he gestured irritably at the sky.
"It's morning time!" he said.
It is very hard to reason with Leafy about the seasons and longer days and the equinox and all of that. Trust me. Bed time has a similar problem.
I implemented the ol' back up plan. Keep the boy from waking up the others.
Which explains why I tidied and edited a few paragraphs with a four-year-old on my lap.
And why I wrote this post with a four-year-old on my lap. A four-year-old who has not stopped talked. I think he has sung the Transformers song seventeen times during the creation of this post. It is simply inspiring.
What is actually inspiring are his hands, so beautiful, laying on top of mine while he pretends to type along with me.
Two doses of Leafy for you:
Reposting this:
And a fishing story.
Except that the inevitable happened. This time it was the Leafy Boy. He trekked sleepily out of bed and trailed toward my computer after me. When I told him that it was far too early to be awake, he gestured irritably at the sky.
"It's morning time!" he said.
It is very hard to reason with Leafy about the seasons and longer days and the equinox and all of that. Trust me. Bed time has a similar problem.
I implemented the ol' back up plan. Keep the boy from waking up the others.
Which explains why I tidied and edited a few paragraphs with a four-year-old on my lap.
And why I wrote this post with a four-year-old on my lap. A four-year-old who has not stopped talked. I think he has sung the Transformers song seventeen times during the creation of this post. It is simply inspiring.
What is actually inspiring are his hands, so beautiful, laying on top of mine while he pretends to type along with me.
Two doses of Leafy for you:
Reposting this:
And a fishing story.
Reader Comments (3)
One of my most favorite childhood memories was getting up early (I have always been an early riser) and sitting on my Mum's lap as she drank her morning coffee at the kitchen table before she left for work. Those times were so special to me. Now after having children - I realize she may have just wanted those quiet minutes to herself - though she never made me feel that way - I love her all the more for that :) Thanks for reminding me!
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Hand over hand typing-- it seems like a rite of passage to motherhood. Well, motherhood in the 21st century I guess:)
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I AM Octimis Priiiiiiiiiiiime.
I AM Octimis Priiiiiiiiiiiime.
I AM Octimis Priiiiiiiiiiiime.
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