Watching my child dance with naughtiness in the most innocent, delightful, amazing way. Otto is so real and so sweet, he hasn't really reached an age yet where he's treating us differently from the way he treats his friends, and that means he will gigglingly show us a "work" he did at school that says, "PIZZA" on one side and then say, "turn it over teeeheeeheeeheeeeheeeeee," and as you turn it over he dies laughing says, with a lot of well-deserved pride, "I wrote this by myself because I know these words and... it... says... PIZZABUTT!" Then a little moment of shock that he said it out loud and waiting to see how we react, which is with laughter and hugs. Guys. Love doesn't come close to describing my heart when it comes to this stuff.
Reminding myself to get some happy stuff stamped and in the mail. I'm doing Vintage Sunshine's secret santa this year and my package is definitely set to arrive on (or a day past) the deadline date. Que sera. Reminding myself to get my project-per-month project in order. I decided a NaNoWriMo attempt would just be an exercise in failure this year; I just don't have the time, so instead I'm doing something in the kitchen with some words I found recently on Pinterest that come from the Michael Pollan book In Defense of Food.
Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants.
I haven't read this book yet, but recently read his The Omnivore's Dilemma, and I've been thirsty for more food knowledge, food inspiration, just a better relationship with food in general. I'm currently reading Farm City by Novella Carpenter which is far and away the most interesting, entertaining book I've read in a while. So anyways, when I saw these words floating around on interest they just struck me hard. So I'm excited to add them to my kitchen. I'm using I Rock So What's fiverr for the hand-lettering - excited!
Searching for peace. It's been a mind-racing, heart-racing, anxiety kind of week. This 4-day weekend is much appreciated for a lot of reasons.
Waiting for cinnamon rolls to bake. I woke up at 4:30 to write my Currently before the house woke up but I failed to take into consideration the holiday-anticipation that would have Otto up at 5:00, which woke up Etta, and now I've got Rob up to keep an eye on the kiddos while I finish this post. Cinnamon rolls are a Thanksgiving morning tradition at our house and it smells amazing, but another quiet hour with my coffee and the internet would have also been nice. Que sera is becoming a theme of this post, haha.
Regretting... You know, I can't think of a thing. I have wishes, but not really regrets. This week I've wished I had a more calculated approach to how I interact with people, especially at work. I look young for 35, I'm smallish, I'm cute (whatever that means), and I'm friendly and there is a tendency in some people to mistake all of that niceness for weakness when they first meet me and to try to steamroll (I think I just paraphrased Katie Cazorla from Nail Files, how weird). Anyways, having to earn respect is fine, that I can deal with, but it's also not fun to have to deal with. I am being intentionally vague but sometimes I start out a little too unguarded with people, which usually works great for me because I like to just be me and get things done and laugh and have a good time while being super productive. Yesterday I had to channel that age-old wisdom, "it is better to be feared than loved," as well as, "if you have to choose between being liked and being respected, choose respect." It was not fun but it was necessary. And was probably good for my soul.
Do-Over! I am Regretting not setting the timer on our cinnamon rolls. Burnt tops. I'm off to cut the tops off and ice these suckers and start our holiday. Hope everyone has wonderful Thursdays. xo
That was this week. Here are next week's themes:
loving, wishing, moving, riding, needing