My inspiration for this record of my days:

“The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. . . . I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less” -Anna Quindlen

Thursday, January 6, 2011

My chalkboard

I love it when a project turns out to be just as great as I had hoped and dreamed.  Such is the case with my chalkboard.


This is the door between my kitchen and laundry room.  I painted it first with magnetic paint (which didn’t work at all) and then chalkboard paint.  It serves as a message board, an ongoing list of purchase requests, and an easel.

Whenever someone asks me to buy something for them, I tell them to put it on my board.  When I go to the store next, I have a list all ready.

It makes me smile to walk by and see everyone’s handwriting.  Pickles for Becca, string cheeses for Savannah, frozen strawberries for Caleb, 3 minute pizzas (and a puppy) for Josh.  Jonah wrote DoGfooD there underneath the applesauce.  It’s his job to feed Lucy, you see, and she’s running low on food.  He feels quite powerful being able to write something important on the list, and have his request granted.  Even Simon likes to add his 2 cents.

Yes, that chalkboard was well worth the effort!  Maybe I should try finishing some of the other projects I have started?  Hmmm…

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