Gabe weighs 50 pounds - I remember weighing 50 pounds (um, two decades - yes, decades- ago, but still, I remember). Seeing my children experience life that I remember experiencing is really strange.

Of course, one could argue that me actually remembering ANYTHING is strange. The other day as I was preparing for John and I to go away for one (very precious) night, I went down to Main Street to pick up some gourmet munchies to enjoy in front of the fireplace, et cetera. "Butters" is this lovely looking wine and cheese shop, which I have never been in to, since it didn't have carts the size of our van, with as many seats for my boys. I parked across the street and skipped over to the store, feeling very posh as I set about choosing which cheese wheel and baguette I wanted, selecting some delicious chocolate almonds (dusted with cocoa, and from SPAIN), to go into the picnic basket also. My purchase made, I left the store and got into someone else's van. Not just one of those "oops, I almost grabbed the handle of someone else's vehicle" moments. Oh, no. I got all the way in , sat down,and wondered who had placed the pipe cleaner stars on my rear view mirror. My getaway was quick, but I must've looked like a complete nut as I giggled my way across the street.



Our sixth anniversary was a few weeks ago (which is what we were celebrating with our night away in Meredith) and I am very proud of us. It feels like an accomplishment, and I am glad that when we eloped, we meant what we said.



My mind is drawing a blank, which is why I need to blog on a regular basis. The last few weeks have been a rough patch for me, and most of my routines have been battles that I may or may not win, depending on the day. But progress is my goal, and I want to keep going the way I have been. So I'll be back soon.