Honest Adam

Adam brought this home from school yesterday.  He said they learned about Abraham Lincoln in class.  I asked what he learned and he said, "Well...he was famous.  And Abraham Lincoln was the 16th President.  And his face is on the $5 and the penny."  Right!  I told him.  What else?  "That's pretty much it."  Oh.  And then you made your hat and beard?  "Yep."  

I guess it's too early to talk about the Civil War or slavery or the modernization of finance and economics.  Or assassination.  So, yeah, famous President on some money pretty much covers it in the mind of a 5-year-old.

That's quite a presidential face, no? 

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So today was Yoga X day with P90X.  It's a 90-minute workout, so it's always tough for me to find the time to fit it in my schedule.  Today, I got through all but 20 minutes of it before the twins woke up from their nap, so I had to finish it with them bustling around me.  At the end, there are several relaxation poses - happy baby, child's pose, shavasana (corpse pose), fetal pose and lotus.  Well, during shavasana, we close our eyes for about a minute.  So there I was, relaxing, lying there with my eyes closed when I felt the pain of a sippy cup being dropped on my face.  I opened my eyes to see Anaya standing over me, saying "uh-oh."  Nothin' like a sippy cup to the face to help you find your zen, right?  Just another Dayton day-to-day...

Can It?

Another "6th" has come and gone. And as with all the previous ones, I can't believe it's been another month.  Six months.  It still seems so unbelievable.  Sometimes I scold myself for imagining that my Daddy died - I mean, that's a terrible thing to think happened to someone!  Except it did happen.  It just doesn't seem real yet.  Just a terrible nightmare.  Will I really never again hear his voice on the other end of the phone, calling Adam the "Chupacabra Deluxe"?  Or telling me he hadn't heard from me "in a while" because we skipped one day of talking on the phone?  And how will I be able to go the rest of my life without hearing him tell another Navy story or another story about a practical joke he played on a guy at work?  And with him gone, how can I be certain that President Obama is being adequately criticized?  Who will take my kids fishing and teach them how to ride 4-wheelers and give them their very own cow?  Who will keep Blue Bell and Ford in business?  How will I ever make a sound decision without his critical input?  We've never bought a house or car or camera without asking his advice.  And when we didn't ask his advice (like on buying that Dodge Charger in Colorado), we regreted the decision we made.  Had we asked him, we wouldn't have made that mistake.  See?  Left on our own, we're hopeless!  How can he not be here anymore?  It just can't be...         

...Can it?

It Is Now

"Me and him
Him and me,
We're always together
As you can see...
Me and him
Him and me."
~ Shel Silverstein

 

If there ever was a time to be granted more patience...

...it is now.

If there ever was a time to be vigilant...

...it is now.

If there ever was a time to feel unglamorous...

...it is now.

If there ever was a time to be scared...

 

 ...it is now.

If there ever was a time to deny them as my own...

 

...it is when their clothes don't match (which is now).

If there ever was a time to laugh...

 

 

  

 

...it is now.

If there ever was a time to be amazed...

 

 

...it is now.

If there ever was a time to celebrate...

If ever there was a time to be proud, tired, excited, insane, fast, appreciative, at my wit's end, tired, happy, sad, dysfunctional, efficient, crazed, tired, nostalgic, thankful for the passage of time, determined, tired, hopeless, or ecstatic...that time is now.

They are two.

You've been warned.