Someday

Someday I will update this again. Not today though.

German

I'm in that honeymoon stage with German right now. You know, like when you understand a language but aren't fluent in it and everything sounds better and more profound in that language? The meanings seem purer, unadulterated by the relationships and connotations you've made to the words themselves. What would be cheesy or cliché in a language you are too familiar with is touching and profound in the new one. I feel a bit like an pre-teen with a crush, doodling the words to cheesy love songs and poems over my notebooks because they, "speak to my soul" but really, I feel like the meanings behind the clichés are always profound otherwise they never would have become cliché, only the words got stale.

Therefore,

Doch ich bleib stumm, sag dir nichts davon
denn sonst lauf ich Gefahr, dass du plötzlich verschwindest
Es fing so unverbindlich an, jetzt haben wir beide Angst
wir spielen dieses Spiel schon viel zu lange

Ich tu so ganz unnahbar als würd's mich nicht interessieren
was du gerade machst und mit welcher Frau du so lange telefonierst
Ich bleib bei mir, ich hab es mir versprochen
es gibt so viel zu verlieren auf dem Weg zu dir

doch manchmal, manchmal wünsch ich mir, dass du einfach sagst
manchmal, manchmal wünsch ich mir, dass du einfach sagst
wie sehr du mich magst


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFRp9W68_b0

Back to School

When I started blogging I promised myself that it was not going to turn into another source of guilt but still I feel very guilty for not being better about keeping up with it.

Anyway, where did I leave off? Christmas!! Christmas with a four year old is awesome! 4-10 are the golden Christmas years. The Christmas season was so much fun, we went to Santa’s wonderland, decorated the tree, made Christmas cookies, visited family, sang songs and counted down the days to Christmas. He loved seeing the presents pile up under our tree and would have me go through each one and tell him who it was for until he knew most of them from memory.

Our Christmas plans were to go into the woodlands on Christmas Eve, spend the night with my parents and do Christmas morning there with my family and then at 1pm go over to Jack’s dad’s and spend have Christmas dinner with them. Corrie came too. 

So, on Christmas eve Jack and I spent the night snuggled together in a twin bed in the woodlands. Christmas got off to a rough start. Jack woke up sick :( :(

I tried to cheer him up by giving him the special present first, the one he had been asking for and hoping for the most, but he couldn’t even open it; he just lay on the floor next to it. 

He couldn't even eat grandma's delicious Cinnamon-rolls. 

Everyone was pretty bummed, but luckily he started feeling better. IT WAS A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE! He was well enough to finish presents at my parent’s house and get to his dad’s in time. He got tons of presents there, played with his cousins, and ate turkey like nobody's business. You would have never known how the day started.

Back to reality:

The holidays are over. School has started. My schedule (which was suppose to be light) is packed. The best part of the holiday was getting to say “yes” so often.

Can we go to the park? 

Yes. 

Right now? 

Yes.

                                                       You wanna jump on the trampoline? 

                                                       Yes.

                                                       You wanna play me CandyLand mom? 

                                                       Yes.

                                                       Will you build my lego ship? 

                                                       Yes.

 School has a way of turning a lot of my "yes" answers into "hang on, in a minute, just let me finish this real quick" answers. I love school, but I don't love that.