Eating Frogs

“If it's your job to eat a frog, it's best to do it first thing in the morning. And if it's your job to eat two frogs, it's best to eat the biggest one first.”

― Mark Twain

Here's the thing, we're in a period of transition and by "we're," I mean "me."  I know a big challenge this year for me will be frog eating -- that is, getting undesirable but necessary tasks done.  And so, my plan is to do them first thing.  Maybe in different realms -- home life, school, exercise, etc

I'm back

After a long hiatus (5 years, gulp), I'm back.  Being off Facebook for 3 weeks, I realize that the piece of FB that fed my soul was the writing.  I miss writing as so often I figure out what I feel simply by the words that appear on the page.  So, the question is how to write and yet how not to be a "like addict."  I think blogging does both.... Welcome back.

Dear Mom,

Dear Mom,
Her name is Barley.  She reminds me a little bit of Lucky.  I love her little pink tongue!

Love,
Davida

Introducing: Lady Barley Baker! It's a girl!

Well, here is potentially the newest Baker.  When I asked dh about names, he has clearly indicated that getting her isn't his idea!!

Namaste "Na'amah"

http://www.royalflushhavanese.com/Royal_Flush_Havanese_Puppies_for_Sale_in_Florida.php#.U4W4osYipuY

Well, it looks like we might have a new Baker.  Na'amah which means "pleasant" in Hebrew.  She's the fourth one down and I get to meet her next week….I wish I could post a picture right here!

Library

Super slow...won't stop

I'm running.  I'm slow.  But I will not stop.  Remember the tortoise and the hare?  I'm the tortoise and I'm ok with that.

Thank you notes-- gah!

Thank you in advance for everything.  I, unlike my daughter, have a ridiculously difficult time writing thank yous.  You never need to write me one.  And sorry in advance for my thank you note delay to you.....I'm thank u note challenged...please don't take it personally

Not FB

Blogging is not like Facebook.  I'm not waiting for comments or likes.  I just get to post.  And even if no one ever reads my blog, its ok.  I write b/c I like to write and b/c it helps me order my thoughts.  I've been on a FB posting hiatus and I kind of like it.  I'm not sure I'll go back…….

M is starting pitcher!

Playing his favorite position :)

First Spin New Wheels

These are my favorite running shoes -- I had these Brooks Glycerins before but tried Asics--now I'm coming back to Brooks and hopefully back to some consistent exercise.......

Cousins

Silin sleeping next to her cousin Olivia.  I love how she is touching Olivia's head.  Too bad they don't live closer.

Off the Scale

A few weeks ago I stopped using a scale.  I'm done.  Well, I've been done before but somehow I always seem to make my way back to the scale.  So, I realize that I might step on again at some point in time (not soon) but what I want to emphasize is that I refuse to be measured by a number.  I'm focusing on health and strength and feeling good.  This article is great -- buh bye perfection and buh bye all or nothing thinking :)
http://www.cnn.com/2014/05/16/health/fit-nation-connie-strength/index.html?hpt=he_t2

I hope you get one just like you

My parents never said it but I know other parents did.  "When you grow up, I hope you get one just like you."  And so, well, I arrive at Today.  S asks me to adopt another baby from China.  "I'll take care of it!," she pleads.  And all I can say is, "No!"  "Why?"she wants to know.  "Because I don't want another baby.  Babies are a lot of work."  

I was baby crazy for a long time.  As a little girl, I too wanted my mother to have another baby.  "You have your little sister," she would tell me.  "Yes, I know, but I don't remember when she was a baby."  This made perfect sense to me.  

I'd throw coins in the fountain and wish that I'd find a baby behind my front door.  I wanted a baby more then anything.  At nine or ten I would go to the neighbors' house just so I could play with their baby, Alexandra.  Her older brother, Chrisopher, had a cleft lip and palate and it's strange to me now b/c I knew he looked a little different but never knew why until I was much older.  

I guess wanting a baby is not such an unusual thing for a little girl to want.  And I suppose the survival of the species really depends on people liking babies. That said, my babies days are done (until I'm a grandma).  And then I'm pretty sure I'll be baby crazy all over again…...

Neighbors

So, it turns out that the family who lives behind us has 3 kids around my kids age.  It also turns out that the parents are lawyers and that I used to work in the same firm as the dad.  Last night, they came for pizza and margaritas and the kids played.  We were out of limes and so we sent 2 kids back to their house to get limes and ice.  It feels like the 50's in a great way.  How long b/f someone comes to borrow a cup of sugar?  I love the possibilities :)