Entries in being [whatever] (2)

Saturday
Jan072012

Spontaneity

I love spontaneity. The idea of jumping in the car and just going. An unplanned trip, to wherever the wind takes you. It's fun. It's exciting. It satisfies my need for adventure. But sometimes I let my logical (pessimistic? lazy?) mind be the wet blanket to my fun. I allow thoughts like "It's too hard to pack up the baby" or "That would be easier to do with two parents, so let's wait" put a damper my adventures. I've let the fact that being spontaneous with a baby takes a little more work, and a little more time, become a challenge an excuse.

Well, no more. As I said, it's time to stop wanting to be [fill in the blank] and starting to be [spontaneous]. Or in this case, return to being [spontaneous].

I just googled 'spontaneity' to check the spelling and the first result is the Merriam-Webster dictionary. Under "Examples of SPONTANEITY" is says "<the couple sacrificed some of the spontaneity in their lives when they had a baby>" Go see for yourself...I can't make this stuff up.

Well, this week provided the perfect opportunity for my beloved spontaneity to make it's grand entrance into 2012. My dear friend, Kala, and I had talked about getting together Friday afternoon and when Friday morning rolled around, we still didn't have any plans. That usually means we will push it off until next week and skip the hassle task of packing up bags with diapers & snacks, loading up the kids and trying to be somewhere at a specific time.

[Side note - Kala has a little girl just 5 weeks older than Kane and another little girl that's just 4 months old, so she's got twice as many kids as I do. Plus, she makes homemade bows for little girls and is a great crocheter. She made Kane's hat in these pics as well as his Halloween hat.]

But thankfully, fate had bigger plans for us this Friday. It was sunny and 72 degrees with a nice breeze. In January. We couldn't pass up such a beautiful day. So when she mentioned the Dallas Zoo, I let my spontaneous desires take over and said "yes!" Kane and I rushed home from running errands so Kane could nap while I showered (yes, I sometimes run errands before I've had a shower. I'm sure you're shocked.) and I got us packed up. We needed diapers and snacks and sun block and a hat. Oh, and the water bottle. And we couldn't forget the wagon.

Of course Kane woke up just 45 minutes into his nap and I had to help him get back to sleep. While dripping wet because I had been in the shower. And he didn't want to get dressed so he fought it. And then he made a huge mess of his magnets so I would have to pick them up before we left (because if I didn't, we would have come home to 17 chewed up letters and dogs with "It wasn't me!" looks in their eyes). And while I was packing up the wagon, he tried to eat some wood glue in the garage.

Seriously child, how many hurdles do you want me to jump to take you someplace FUN? But a mother with a mission (and a friend already on her way to Dallas) is an unstoppable force. So we did it. We got loaded and headed to the zoo. Twenty minutes late, but we went! And it was sooooo worth it.

We started at the Children's Zoo where you can let the goats babysit your kid while you have a cocktail. Ok, maybe not, but wouldn't that be awesome?!

Kala strapped a baby to her chest and held a toddler in her arms so they could see the monkeys.

I pulled these two in the wagon, up the hills and around the zoo. That's 50 pounds of toddler. But when went down the hills, I let the wagon pick up some speed and they squealed with joy. Literally. People were looking at us, a crazy mom and two toddlers in a wagon rather than the wild animals three feet away, because they were squealing so loudly. So it was worth the climb up those hills.

We rode the monorail and saw birds and waterfalls and mountain goats.

Can you hear this little girl saying "Ooooohhh"?

We sat on benches, took breaks and had snacks.

And we wrapped up our visit with the giraffes. Kane loves babies and was saying "Hi baby, hi baby!" so enthusiastically, the giraffe wanted to see what was going on.

We left as the zoo closed and our bodies cast long shadows in the parking lot.

But it had been a beautiful day and I was happy as I found my way home via the back roads of Oak Cliff. There was an accident on I35, but taking the long way home didn't bother me a bit.  I was content. I had jumped the hurdles, the ones in my head and the ones on my living room floor, and had followed my desire for adventure. We had a wonderful time at the zoo and Kane got to experience something new. As did I, so it was all worth it. As it usually is. I have to remember that the next time I try to be by own obstacle.

Wednesday
Dec212011

I'm blogging...because everyone else is doing it

I like to analyze things. Think them through. And through and through. This is why I never wanted to be a trial attorney. The requisite for an on-the-spot "OBJECTION!" with half-intelligent reasoning behind it made me nervous. I don't like having to respond that fast. It doesn't give my brain enough time to analyze.

But sometimes my over analyzing hinders my actions. I don't do because I'm busy thinking. Like this blog. I've been thinking about blogging for awhile. Like 2 years. I mean, everybody's doing it. And right after I hit "Publish", I'm heading over to the bridge that all my friends are jumping off. It sounds like fun.

But I will turn 31 next week and I'm ready to be start being the version of me that I've always wanted to be. I think it's time to finally expose myself [get your mind out of the gutter] and there's no better place than the internet. Get over my fears, step up and jump off the bridge. I'm opening up and letting people see a little more of the real me and what goes on in our house. It's mostly fun anyway. And it stars my adorable son, Kane.

I mean, who couldn't like that guy? So here she is, my blog ... Artsy Magnet. I guess you already knew that since you're here.  Thanks for clicking the link, by the way. I've always wanted to be artsy, and as I get older, I find myself being attracted to artsy things. It's time to stop wanting to be [fill in the blank] and starting to be [artsy].       

This blog is a new adventure, an attempt at something I've wanted to do, and a leap of faith. Faith that people will read and enjoy. Faith that exposing myself isn't such a bad thing. Faith that blogging is way cheaper than therapy. I kid, I kid [maybe]. 

I wanted things to be perfect before I launched her, but I've realized that just isn't going to happen. There will always be room for improvement. So I'm introducing her today, ready or not.

I figured the best way to start was with pictures of my little guy.  These are our Christmas card photo attempts, rejects and the one that finally made it to print. If you recieved a card, I hope you enjoyed it.  If not, send me your address and I will put you on the list for next year!

Christmas is easy at our house this year. My little guy is still too young to really get excited about Christmas, but that just means he doesn't know what's coming. I'm sure he will have a blast opening presents. 

And the grand finale...our official 2011 Christmas card pictures...

Merry Christmas to All, and to All a good night.