Putting a little more effort into my appearance, for example. The goal here is primarily to make sure I'm not still wearing pajama bottoms when he gets home from work, but doing something with my hair each day would also be good.
Showing posts with label little things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label little things. Show all posts
12 December 2013
hypocrisy no more
Today I suddenly realized how very little energy I invest into my marriage. All my inner critiques of our lack of romance make me quite the hypocrite. So I'm going to try to bring back all the little things that I used to do . . .
Putting a little more effort into my appearance, for example. The goal here is primarily to make sure I'm not still wearing pajama bottoms when he gets home from work, but doing something with my hair each day would also be good.
Putting a little more effort into my appearance, for example. The goal here is primarily to make sure I'm not still wearing pajama bottoms when he gets home from work, but doing something with my hair each day would also be good.
23 April 2012
Noodles
Every day at breakfast, Yonah asks me a question. It's always the same.
"So, what's for dinner tonight?"
I'll think for a minute, weighing the ingredients we have against what I know the kids will eat, which is then weighed against what I'm willing to make (or eat). Then my answer is given.
Every single day, I hear something in response. It is not always worded the same, but the suggestion never changes. Today, this was the version I heard:
"Hmm. Well, I think we should have noodles instead. Noodles matches dinner better, don't you think?"
Noodles.
Over the past year, I have come to hate noodles.
Ask either of them what they want to eat, and you'll get the same answer.
Yonah's "How about some noodles?"
Or Arabelle's "Nunus!"
Sometimes I can convince them that macaroni and cheese or ravioli count as noodles. But those times are pretty rare. Most of the time, "noodles" just means spaghetti. Or ramen noodles.
On the plus side, at least there is something they will eat every time it's made.
"So, what's for dinner tonight?"
I'll think for a minute, weighing the ingredients we have against what I know the kids will eat, which is then weighed against what I'm willing to make (or eat). Then my answer is given.
Every single day, I hear something in response. It is not always worded the same, but the suggestion never changes. Today, this was the version I heard:
"Hmm. Well, I think we should have noodles instead. Noodles matches dinner better, don't you think?"
Noodles.
Over the past year, I have come to hate noodles.
Ask either of them what they want to eat, and you'll get the same answer.
Yonah's "How about some noodles?"
Or Arabelle's "Nunus!"
Sometimes I can convince them that macaroni and cheese or ravioli count as noodles. But those times are pretty rare. Most of the time, "noodles" just means spaghetti. Or ramen noodles.
On the plus side, at least there is something they will eat every time it's made.
21 April 2012
ponytails
Today, Arabelle got a My Little Pony sort of toy with very long mane and tail, accompanied with a comb and two barrettes. Tonight she wanted my help combing the hair. After fashioning the mane according to her preferences, I handed the toy back to her.
She very delicately took it from me, mouth curved into a slight 'o' of excitement, and whispered . . .
"She has a ponytail."
I smiled. Then something occurred to me and I just had to mention it.
"Hey, Arabelle. Your pony has a ponytail."
She stared at me. And then her face lit up with a big smile. Her eyes sparkled as she laughed.
She very delicately took it from me, mouth curved into a slight 'o' of excitement, and whispered . . .
"She has a ponytail."
I smiled. Then something occurred to me and I just had to mention it.
"Hey, Arabelle. Your pony has a ponytail."
She stared at me. And then her face lit up with a big smile. Her eyes sparkled as she laughed.
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