- It's been kind of chilly here in South Florida...strange, I know....so I've been wearing long pants and long sleeves. We've even been running the heater! Yesterday morning, I dressed in a pair of lounge pants with a matching sweatshirt...but it doesn't have pockets. In NY I got used to using chapstick ALL the time because the cold wind and/or heat in the house causes dry lips. I've tended to use it here too now out of habit and I guess the weather here does the same to me at the moment. Anyway, I didn't have a pocket for my chapstick yesterday so I stuck it in my sports bra. Weird...I feel like one of those old ladies on tv you always see stashing their cash in their bra. But hey, it was convenient. Once I did it I forgot about it because it wasn't that noticeable down there in my cleavage (cleavage? who am I kidding?), I got busy homeschooling, and feeding Emma, etc. However, as the day progressed I wondered several times where my chapstick was. My lips were dry and I needed it. I also kept noticing that my sports bra had those lines in it...if you've ever worn one you know what I mean, the ones that are vertical across each side and you can see them through your shirt? I looked on my nightstand in the bedroom but it wasn't there. I looked on the end table in the living room near the chair where I always sit...not there either. So, I figured it was lost. I went all day with dry lips....until I went upstairs (after all the kids but Logan were tucked in) to change into my pajamas....then I found it, and had to laugh. It had been with me all day and I never even noticed. I spent the whole day without chapstick, with dry lips, uncomfortable and all I would have had to do is look in my bra...investigate those lines because those 'lines' were not what I thought...it was the outline of my chapstick!
- Saturday night we attend church....something we really enjoy, both the service and that it's on Saturday night. I came out of my room, after going back in there to grab something else I needed, to see Logan tiptoe-ing down the hall. When asked what he was doing he responded, "I'm being you." I was wearing my 4-inch-heeled boots that I love and are almost worn out. I love them because they make me taller...and I just think they're cute. Anyway, he was trying to walk like me in my boots....he did it pretty well. He had the rhythm down. You probably had to be there, but it was just funny to step out of the room and see him doing that...just to amuse himself.
- Another thing Logan said.....one night when I tucked him in he mentioned how now he understands what I meant (in a previous conversation) about knowing who is coming by the sound of their steps. He said he knows it's me because of the pace of my steps...but also because of my creaking feet. What? Huh? When asked to explain, he said that my feet creak so he knows it's me when he hears that. I hadn't really paid attention, but I told him he was right and we laughed about how I'm "getting old". What was so funny is that as I left his room and began to walk down the hallway, my feet 'creaked' with every step...we were both in hysterics, in danger of waking all the little 'uns. Now I understand completely...and I think I know what caused it. During my last two pregnancies I had some slight issues with my feet...swelling and soreness, even for a couple of months after the birth. I believe this 'creaking' is a leftover from those issues....I don't mind, it reminds me of some of my favorite times in my life (being pregnant) and it's part of what makes me, me. Plus, it makes me smile now every time it happens....
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
I've been pondering and holding some things in my head that I want to write about. It's all in a jumble...but I do have a couple of recent things that might amuse you, so I thought I'd share those for now.