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

Monday, December 30, 2013

Before I forget...

A few days before Christmas, Josh and I were trying to figure out which siblings he still had to get gifts for.  He was in the other room, so I yelled across the house, "Hey!  I have an idea what you could get Caleb."

From the bathroom, I heard Caleb's panicked voice shouting "I am here!  Hey!  I am here!"  It's a good thing he yelled, because I thought he was out with his friends.

For some reason, that just really struck my funny bone.  The mental picture of Caleb, sitting on the pot, shouting to make his presence known.   It makes me chuckle, even now.

A couple of years ago, he went on before Christmas and accidentally discovered what he was getting for Christmas.  Apparently, it was really disappointing to him, and he didn't want to repeat that.

That's all.  Just a funny moment that I didn't want to forget.

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