A momentous occasion is upon us: my blog (the word document in which I type before posting here) has reached 500 pages. FIVE HUNDRED SINGLE SPACED PAGES…all about me. Narcissistic much?! Plus, it’s nearly 9 years old. I started my hospital bed rest to keep Zachary cookin’ on March 12th, 2006. And thus, this blog was born. (And the kid was born seven weeks later).
My, a lot has changed in our lives during these last 9 years, these 500 pages. I should probably print it out since it’s my journal that our children will – I’m sure – cherish someday. But printing 500 pages of my mental diarrhea seems like a pretty hefty amount of tree-killing to embark on. (EmBARK…trees…Dad would be proud – or embarrassed – of my horrible pun-attempt.) Besides, I’m sure by the time I’m dead and gone, the kids can just have my blog scanned into their brains or something.
So many changes. Mike and I have talked a lot recently about how we feel like we’re right in the middle of massive change. We’re entering a new chapter in our lives. The kids are almost all school-aged, mostly civilized humans and somewhat-sorta-a-little-bit-more independent. (Kayliana still acts like a wild animal half the time, but she’s cute and house-trained at least). Mike’s just (one week in) – started a new job, his dream career of software engineering for video games. He came home the first day, grinning from ear-to-ear like a kid in a candy store. My music class biz and silly attempts at being a princess (lame plug: www.littleditties.us ) is starting to pick up. I will soon have three Montessori schools (with multiple campuses), Kayli’s preschool, a community center and a library gig all underway. And I have 3 birthday parties tentatively scheduled – one as me (doing my dinosaur-themed music for a 2 year old boy’s birthday) and two as Elsa. Exciting times!
Matthew – our 5 pound baby peanut – is now 5 foot 3 ¾ and checks almost every morning to see if he’s finally met my whopping height of 5 foot 4. We wear the same shoe size now. He leaves tomorrow for three days of 5th grade camp, and while the boys bicker on a daily basis, Zachary has already said several times, “I’m going to miss Matthew.” And Kayliana cried when Matthew told her he’d be gone for a few days.
As I write this, I face our living room window and our pink blossom-filled cherry tree. The daffodil bulbs my dad brought back from our beach house a couple of years ago are up and open, BOBbing in the breeze. (That one is totally for you, dad.) While it's not officially here, Spring has sprung super early in Seattle this year, and a season of change has definitely come for our family as well.