Choppin' brocco-lahh

She was cold as ice. Paradise. and the feeling was nice.

A while back, one of my Air Force buddies commented that any time you have to get up is too early. I thought that was an interesting way of looking at things. He was saying that in terms of waking up, say, when you wake up for a 10am show time, it still is unpleasant. Contrasted to when you have your own timeline, waking up happens more pleasantly. Early show times are difficult, but relatively late show times are not all a bowl of cherries either. When you are woken by your alarm, no matter what time of day, it can be a chore.

I have also noticed that being awake is a state of mind. One thing wakes me, and keeps me awake, and something else just puts me to sleep. For example; class puts me to sleep. Skydiving wakes me up. And that is related to the having to get up thought. Waking for class is a whole different thing than waking for show time for skydiving.

I have the luxury of waking when I want. I mean, the kids have to get to school, and Keelie needs, to eat and get changed, so I can't sleep all day. But, I can get up at 0500 to work out, or watch the morning, or I can get up at 0700 to get the kids up and ready. So I have to answer "why am I getting up right now?". Part of me cherishes the freshness of the morning (or something like that). Another part of me could get more sleep (stay in bed all day). I have thought that I could get up with the sun. -Not necessarily engaging in the day, just get up. I could sit by the window with a cup of coffee or tea, a lite bite, and simply watch the morning for a while. Enjoy the morning and sort of meander into the day. In my "on the dole" existence, where I don't punch a clock, I have had the opportunity to test this theory, this plan, out. Most of the time it ended in going back to sleep. If I got up to actively start the day, it took a lot of motivation to get up, but once up the day was all go. When I woke to sit by the window, it was easy to get out of the bed, but also easy to slip back into slumber. It seems that having to get up is too early, and that having to get up, is what gets us up.

Believe it or not, but I think most of this brain stuff from inside my head that I am putting in the blog stems from a blue sky morning this morning. Yesterday was not as blue sky, and over the winter, blue sky doesn't happen until at least 8 or 9. Blue sky this morning started well before 0500.

We are chomping at the bit to get into the house. When it was a hole in the ground, I could be patient. Even when it was just the frame. I think progress was more dramatic. Now the progress is more tedious -wiring and stuff. So I am impatient.

The kids are enjoying spring, Ethan in soccer, and Riles in Gymnastics.

Keelie is low crawling across the floor. She still tries to get up on all fours and is wobbly. Apparently the low crawl is not sufficient.

The twins are constantly picking her up, and playing with her. I think they are advancing her development.

Got a Haircut

I should've taken more pictures of their hair cuts. I should've woken up earlier and had something for the kids to do so that we could get ready for school. And then there is an echo in my head, developed a long time ago. It may be genes, that I am genetically predisposed to have this phrase ring in my head. It may be that hearing something enough leads to ...well this echo. "You can't of anything". Well, so one can't "of" anything....how do you pronounce "ve"? We are allowed to shorten words once in a while. Have is not a hard word to say, that is true, and woe the day we lose the integrity of words, still, there is simply a tendancy to simplify syllables.
Rileigh had her hair cut short yesterday. That was her idea - maybe influenced by the hairstyles found at Funtastics.






Ethan had his haircut too. And in this instance, he did not take the first look at himself in the mirror and say: " I look rediculous".




Rileigh can carry Keelie now. She takes every opportunity to carry her from one place to another.
Keelie has no teeth showing yet. I'm ready to feed her solids, but she rejects them sometimes.