Thursday, February 16, 2012

Things I love...

While in class, perusing the interwebs, I came across this post on The Pioneer Woman's blog. And it inspired me. Yeah, I know that Valentine's Day was a couple of days ago, but I don't care. It's nice to remind myself of the things I love. As a law student, I feel as though I am losing a bit of what makes me human, what makes me me. The law is so dry, so detached. So rational. And I hate that I am forgetting that I used to be a loving, compassionate and passionate woman.

And I was just called out by a very close friend for acting more like a "lawyer" than a "sister." It kinda sucked hearing that.

Soooo... This list. I write it to remember the things I love. To remind myself of who I am, what keeps me grounded, and the things that make me happy. This list is ever evolving, as it should be. And I hope that I can remember to keep it updated.

And finally, the list. I love:

James.
Noah.
Codie, but only when he's been freshly groomed and isn't trying to eat my food. Okay, not just then, but all the time.
My mom.
My dad.
My seesters, even though they are crazy. And they drive me crazy. But, I am crazy, too. And it's all good.
MY GORGEOUS AND BRILLIANT NIECES.
Red booty shoes.
Grey knee-high boots.
Purple fleece pants.
Pink earbuds.
MacBook laptops. In particular, MY MacBook laptop.
My besties.
Kare-Kare.
Bagoong.
Spicy vinegar.
Homemade quiche.
Blue fine tip pens with caps.
Good teachers.
Passionate professors.
The interwebs for this opportunity to share this list with you.
Oh, and I love you, whoever you are (Vangie).



Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Noah-isms

Noah: "Mama, I really want to say a bad word. Can I?"
Me: "No, Noah. Absolutely not."
Noah: "Please! I really want to!"
Me: "Noah. I said no."
Noah: "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaasse! I really want to say A-S-S."
Me: "No!"
Noah, covering his mouth with his hands, in a very loud whisper: "Aaaaaaaaaaassssssssssssssssssss."
Then, with a very satisfied look on his face: "I said it."

Tonight, as I was trying to get The Boy ready for bed, he ran and hid from me. He's not that sneaky, and hid behind the door in the bathroom. I walked into the bathroom with his pajamas and underwear in hand, closed the door and told him, "Noah, it is time to get ready for bed. Please stop playing around." Disappointed that I discovered him, he asked how I knew where he was hiding. I told him, "I am your mama, I always know where you are hiding." His response: "Mama, you aren't that smart. I know they don't teach you that in law school."