So we are fully into 2012. I believe in my heart and my gut that it is going to be a good year. I’m working on letting my instinct lead me more (you know, actually pay attention to it when it speaks to you instead of ignoring it to listen to your brain.) My gut sees good ahead.
Beau is asleep on our floor right now, making funny little mewling noises. I wonder what he is dreaming about. If I had to guess it would be trying to swim after mermaids.
I wish you all could see my closet. I’ve stuck to my mid-week laundry resolution…It’s Friday night and the hampers are void of laundry and all is folded and put away. Yay me!
I just came to the realization that we should have gone to the movies more before we became parents.
The late night freight train is rolling by as I type. I love it; the rumble of the engine on the tracks, the chugging that lulls, the horns that fade in the distance. With all the technology at our fingertips, when I can chat with a friend states away over invisible lines, it is the sound of train that grounds me.
I can’t believe I’m thinking this, but I want to feel some Iowa humidity right now.
Need. To. Run.
Green lights and rainbows make my morning.
What does not make my morning is the car registration fee. Not at all.
Barney has made a reappearance at our house. It’s killing me. Another thing that kills me a little bit is that Beau sings “Red Solo Cup.” Though catchy, I’m pretty sure it’s age inappropriate.