...Things I Do. Not. Miss.
Laundering a LARGE load of diapers every other night.
There are things about potty training that have not been completely full of joy and delight, and there is definitely still a laundry factor, but I realized recently how nice it was to not have a clothes basket full of diapers to fold, stuff, and put away every other morning. We still do an occasional load, because C prefers to wear a FuzziBunz diaper at night, but going from 20ish per day to 1 per day? Just, wow. :-)
Stroller usage is definitely down as well. If I had a garage, I might even consider taking the thing out of my trunk.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Titular Changes
Finally!
I had enough of an inspiration to give this blog an actual title. Yay!
Compliments of Merriam-Webster Online:
abecedarian (n): one learning the rudiments of something (as the alphabet)
This word cropped up in one of our "A Word a Day" calendars nearly a decade ago. Tonight, for some reason, was the night I finally made the connection between it, and another (kinda major) piece of my life.
I am A. The incredibly wonderful man who is my husband is D*. When the girls surprised us by arriving a bit ahead of schedule, C's name was already determined. However, we still needed another girl's name. When we realized that we already had A, C, and D as first initials, it seemed clear that we should focus on names beginning with the letter B. This may be the only reason we were able to decide on a name before leaving the hospital!
I also love the idea of an abecedarian being someone who is still learning, because that's something I truly enjoy and value.
*I know, I know. Technically, D could or should also be considered an A, but he's gone by D his entire life. And it works out so much better this way for my title. :-)
I had enough of an inspiration to give this blog an actual title. Yay!
Compliments of Merriam-Webster Online:
abecedarian (n): one learning the rudiments of something (as the alphabet)
This word cropped up in one of our "A Word a Day" calendars nearly a decade ago. Tonight, for some reason, was the night I finally made the connection between it, and another (kinda major) piece of my life.
I am A. The incredibly wonderful man who is my husband is D*. When the girls surprised us by arriving a bit ahead of schedule, C's name was already determined. However, we still needed another girl's name. When we realized that we already had A, C, and D as first initials, it seemed clear that we should focus on names beginning with the letter B. This may be the only reason we were able to decide on a name before leaving the hospital!
I also love the idea of an abecedarian being someone who is still learning, because that's something I truly enjoy and value.
*I know, I know. Technically, D could or should also be considered an A, but he's gone by D his entire life. And it works out so much better this way for my title. :-)
The Berry Pickers
A really fun morning at Webb Ranch in Portola Valley on Friday. Many berries were picked, and just as many were consumed, as you can see by the empty basket C is holding. The girls had a great time, which made me happy that we'd made the effort to go. What made me even happier was the taste of sun-warmed blackberries and boysenberries straight off the vines. Definitely a win on the happiness-per-effort-expended basis!
I have so many good memories of picking berries as a kid. Raspberries and boysenberries at Grandma's house. Blackberries *everywhere*. Huckleberries up at the cabin. Blueberries and gooseberries in our backyard. Two days later, I'm still enjoying that the girls had fun doing something I loved as a kid.
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