Time

Each tick marks its own passing; separately, yet inextricably linked to each tick immediately fore and aft. Rather like lives in being; individuals, yet inexorably connected to the generations on either side.

Time is wild. It is also free (although not often enough). It can be sensitive, stolen, used, spent, squandered and made; but it is no servant and won't be sold.

Funny how with persistence and repetition I can train each lap, each mile to take less time; but all the training in the world will not cause time to speed or slow.

What is this all about, you ask? It's about damn time.

Sleepless... but not really in Seattle.

I can't sleep.

I'm tired, but I can't sleep. What is it with Sunday night, anyway? Is it just me, or do any of you have trouble sleeping on Sunday night?

Good thing I get up at 4 anyway. But I've been awake for an hour and a half. Gah.

Yeah, I might be a little proud...

Here's the weekend rundown: Two soccer games, she played keeper for the entirety of both. Combined, the other teams took a total of 13 shots on goal. One game we won in a shut-out 2 - 0, and the other we won with a score of 2 - 1. Here she is:





So yeah... I might be just a little proud of her, and more than just a little happy for her.

Overheard conversations with my 4-year-old:

[Self-portrait]




Son 1 (laughing): Dude, you are such a goofball! You make me laugh!!

Son 2 (age 4): Please. PLEASE. Don't mock my pain.



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Family Friend: Wow! I can't believe you cleaned up this messy room all by yourself!

Son 2: I know! Can you believe my life?? G-L-A-M...


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Son 2: Mommy, can Phoebe and I go ride bikes?

Phoebe: Actually [Littlest Eclectic], I wanna stay and do puzzles.

Mom: What do you think about staying and doing puzzles with Phoebe?

Son 2: I think it sounds like a whole lotta NOT RIDING BIKES.


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Pre-school Teacher (to another student): Your mom is here and I think you need to put your toys away now.

Son 2 (to same student): Oh man... welcome to my world.