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

Sunday, May 27, 2012

When I grow up

Yesterday Emet, my brother in law, asked Simon the question,  “What do you want to do when you grow up?”

Simon had obviously already thought about that question.  He was ready with his answer.

“I want to go poop by myself, jump really high, and go swimming.”

Those are some lofty aspirations!

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