I have been shamelessy absent and missing this world of the blog so much. My life is crazy right now (as all of yours are as well, I'm sure) and I just haven't found time to do things for myself. I hate that and I vow to fight it hard.
I am a lover of all things trivial, so I'd like to share some things with you. Did you know that it is believed that Shakespeare was 46 around the time that the King James version of the Bible was written. In Psalms 46, the 46th word from the first word is shake and the 46th word from the last word is spear. Yes way!
Also, did you know that Ralph Lauren's original name was Ralph Lifshitz? I'd have changed my name, too.
My 14 year old son had to shave for the first time the other night. He had these random long, dark hairs growing out of various parts of his neck, right under his chin. He wouldn't let me take photos of him shaving for the first time, but he couldn't get me to promise not to blog about it. I'll have to make a special point to somehow touch his soft cheeks as much as I can before they start getting invaded by whiskers. I hope he doesn't think I've lost my mind. Those cheeks have been so soft and so sweet for 14 years and I'm going to have to cherrish every last minute of them. Please don't lock me up!
I hate that both my girls are now women and have passed that magic milestone. Now we can all be hormonal and bitchy together!
Posted by: Margaret | May 18, 2005 at 05:49 PM
Wow. Shaving. Weird.
Is the Kite Runner really a totally heavy book? I keep hearing good things and then how it is SO SAD. What say you?
Posted by: Jo | May 19, 2005 at 09:22 AM
Aww... that makes me sad! I don't want little Turtle to get older and lose that smooth baby face.
Why do they have to grow up?
Posted by: Snidget | May 19, 2005 at 06:29 PM
ah fisrt time shaving if thats not growing up i dont know what is ...well ok i can think of some other things, thanks for the comment anyway the dragonfly moment really was amazing
Posted by: Andria | May 20, 2005 at 05:46 AM
Hell, he's still your baby. Both your guys, big puppy baby boys who adore you, who want you to tuck them in. You are the supreme mother of sons, Kris.
Posted by: GraceD | May 20, 2005 at 09:38 AM
For my girl there's an episode of pushing me away, then pulling close again, around & around.
Lately it has been a pulling close. I remember when she was a baby and I could kiss & cuddle to my heart's content. Liked it.
Posted by: liz | May 25, 2005 at 03:59 PM