Plain Old Tuesday Three
In a flurried hurried moment, I’m going to keep Tuesday—the three, the big three—short, simple and to the point—the three, the big three!
I hope we like Tuesday Three.
Three things I’m feeling glad about are the way Saskia seems to be enjoying gymnastics, the fact that the dear husband and I got a (very fun) evening out over the weekend and a nod to my increased flexibility in this silly form: Saskia wanted to put a Dora sticker on my (paper) calendar page; in the past, I’d have said no because I am the keeper of my calendar, but I said sure. Two Dora stickers later, tomorrow, Wednesday the tenth, is also Dora day for me. Growing up is a constant, if you let yourself do it.
When I read this article about the complexity of naps—and of course that makes me think about how tough sleep is to come by for some of us in the house—I guess I felt better to be reminded it’s not necessarily so straightforward. In a related link, I am fondly remembering when I had a sound machine and could drift off to the ocean’s rhythms. Mine was smaller but the point is, maybe our house needs some sleepy sounds.
Although I haven’t even seen it yet, I am completely all over Nashville. It starts tomorrow. It’s a next step for Tami Taylor (well, Connie Britton) that I will find much more than palatable. I pretty much cannot wait. I hope it’s half as good as I’ve decided it’s bound to be. Clear eyes, full heart, will watch.