One of the reasons I've been trying to resurrect my blog is so that when I get some niggling thought in my head I can dump it on all of you and maybe get it to leave me alone. One of those kinds of thoughts has been distracting me off and on for several months now, so here we go.
You may or may not know, my older brother died in an accident 14 years ago. Today would be my brother's birthday. He would be 35, which is astounding to me. 35 seems so incredibly responsible and adultish and of course the only way I can remember him at all is as a rash, irresponsible teenager. When you lose someone very close to you, you find yourself marking milestones without even meaning to. The first Christmas without them, the first birthday, the wedding they weren't a part of, the child that has one less uncle than they should. As time goes by this happens less often and when it does, you learn to tuck it away and not let it disrupt your daily life or ruin your happy moments. But every now and then, something new and unexpected blindsides you and suddenly it feels as if no time has past at all. A while ago I realized that I don't remember my brother's voice. I can see his face in my head, although more and more often the image I remember is a photograph not an actual memory. I can even still recall how the hug he gave me the last time I saw him felt. But try as I might, his voice won't come.
In 14 years I've marked many many things that are lost to me because he's gone. Usually I feel sad for a few moments and move on. After all, I have so many wonderful things in my life to be thankful for and joyful about, a moment of sadness simply serves to make those things that much sweeter. But this one loss, the memory of my brother's voice, has shaken me more than I would have thought. It's like he's a little more gone than he was before, because my memory of him is fading, and really, how many people besides me and my Mom are even trying to remember? Most of my current friends never knew him or don't even know that I had a brother. Since he died before every every little thing was on the internet, it's not like there are pictures and videos of him to be searched for on facebook. Maybe one day I'll manage to find a recording with him on it, although I'm not even sure if such a thing exists.
Right now I listen to the voices of my Jonathan and my children and my family and my friends with a little more appreciation. Each one is so unique and so beautiful. And more precious to me than ever before.
I don't want to leave you with the thought that I'm sitting around all depressed about my dead brother all the time, because I'm not. I have such a loverly life and feel incredibly blessed each and every day. Next time you see me, I'll be smiling and happy and I'll mean it. I just needed to get this out of my head so I can move on with living, feeling a little lighter than I did a moment ago.
I've gotten my first 5 pairs of home try-ons from Warby Parker! I expect I'll want to do at least one more round, especially since I believe the spring collection is coming out soon. Do me a favor and let me know what you think of these!
Digby in Whisky Tortoise Matte
Me: Find something that starts with the letter "A" so you can write about it for show and tell with your friends.
silence....
Noah: Mommy? I've decided to name this nerf gun "Alma" and that starts with "A" so I want to take this.
Noah and Magnolia just finished a week with Jonathan's parents at the beginning of which I left Noah with my old digital camera and encouraged him to take pictures. He only took 5, and at first I was disappointed, but then I thought the 4 things he chose to photograph sum his focus in life up pretty well.
His dinner, his first night after I left.
Two VERY up-close shots of his sister.
I can actually kind of see why he chose to take each one of these pictures. Why none of the rest of his week inspired him photographically, I will never understand.
It's that whole new year thing again, and like so many people before me I find that time seems to be speeding up with every day that I age, which is disturbing because it already feels like it's rushing by a breakneck speed. Wasn't it only a few days ago that I was holding my tiny 3 week old baby girl? Wasn't it just last month that we even decided to have girlbaby? Sigh.
Angieways. I don't like resolutions, mostly because it seems like both focusing on what I don't like about myself *and* setting myself up for failure, but these last couple weeks I've found myself making long lists of mental resolutions, scrapping those and making short lists with vague/broad ideas, scrapping those and deciding to make one resolution but plan to have completed it by the end of the month and then make another one, etc., etc., and so forth. Obviously I am feeling the need for change, but in typical me fasion, have no idea how best to go about it. Also, feeling the need for change feels like criticism, which my loving husband can confirm I do not take well. Despite this, however, I have settled on a couple things out of the vast list in my head of ways I could be better to aim for.
Number One: Quiet time. This is the very most important and the one I am afraid will be the hardest. I dislike getting up early, I have two little people who have a pact to make sure I never go more than 5 minutes without interruption, and I actually don't feel quite all there before 2pm most days. So many things want a piece of my mornings, it's quite easy to let them all crowd in and overwhelm me before I've gotten my footing for hte day. I feel certain that many of the things on those long lists of stuff I want to change will fall into place if I make it more of a priority to start the day right.
Number Two: Blog. It's not that I have aspirations to be a writer or that I think I have interesting things to say. My head is a lot like my fridge: cluttered and disorganized. In the same way something tastey or useful might find itself trapped in the back and I won't find it until it's moldy and useless, I have random thoughts that might be small and insignificant or big and meanigful, but since they just stay there in my head they quickly become useless or worse, smelly and nasty and overwhelming to everything else in there with them. So my plan is to dump all those thoughts here so that maybe I won't have that "my head asplode" feeling all the time.
Number Three: Do the good stuff first. This is similar to the whole "eat dessert first" thing you hear people say, except I'm a little more partial to french fries and well, the effect of those on the shape of my body and how I feel about that is a whole other post that I may or may not get to some day. No, I'm talking about how each day I think I'll do the blah type stuff first (wash dishes, laundry, etc.) and then I'll do what I really want like sew or knit. Only most days I never make it to those things, and I don't seem to get all the chore type stuff done either. Meanwhile my poor little etsy shop languishes and dozens of projects go unfinished for truly ridiculous amounts of time. So I'm going to start with the stuff I really want to do early in the day and hey, who knows, maybe our socks and undies will start washing themselves!
So that's it, my three New Years... hopes. If I don't fail at number 2, I'll let you know how it goes.
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it's good to have you with us, even if it's just for the day.
Noah and I have been humming that song for days and now it seems very appropriate, as vox is shutting down. I've moved all the old posts here for now and maybe I'll even try to get back to some regular posting.
so I uncovered the sewing machine for the first time in weeks and weeks and told myself I'd work on my project until 4 and then I'd stop and fold laundry until time to make dinner and then I needed to vacuum the floor so I could lay the fabric on it and then I had to vacuum the living room because, hey, I had the vacuum out and it's scary in there and the baby is CRAWLING but first I have to put away all the baby toys and then Noah needed a snack and then he needed help unrolling his snack and now it's 4:10 AND I JUST WANT TO SEW A LITTLE BIT, OK!!!!
Noah: (Looking out car window) What if we got in a tax crab?
Me: You mean a taxi cab?
Noah: No the one where you answer questions and get money.
Me: Oh, Cash Cab.
Noah: Yeah!
Me: That's only in New York.
Noah: Aw, nuts.
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And I'm not saying, "nuts", because I have some nuts or because I want some nuts. It's because I'm sad we can't get in the tax crab.
Me: You mean the Cash Cab.
Noah: Yeah.
I love my husband and my kids, I like to knit and play video games. I want to learn everything.

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