Less = More

Cheers Big Ears

Cheers Big Ears

I’ve often felt like it was pretty silly when bloggers take the time to apologize and explain to their readers why they’re not posting very often. I mean while I’d love to believe I’m so important that people are putting work, family and social lives on hold while refreshing their browser waiting for stories about my life – it’s probably just not so.

So there is no apology coming from me, but you know – just a nod of the head, a raise of the eyebrows and a happy smile that you’re still checking in. The thing is, the less I post on Pistols + Popcorn, the better my life seems to be going. I definitely don’t have as much time as I once did to record every day. And that’s a happy thing for me. I am a crazy kind of person, one who feels at the top of her game when slightly overwhelmed with things that matter.

That’s probably the reason I enjoy these twins so much. Shepz + Smitty often gang up on me and overwhelm me with all sorts of sensory stimulation. Whining, laughing, singing, smooshing sticky things onto my pants, daring to climb very un-climbable things and most of all demanding all the affection in the world. Which I have for them.

The serious business of eating ice cream.

The serious business of eating ice cream.

This morning after breakfast and kissing Big Bro Ro + Daddy-O good-bye, I took my two boys into the backyard. While I sat on a chair, they ran after each other and played a game of throw the ball into the little house, then throw the ball out of the little house. They did this circuit of play, trade, share, grab, leave, + come back over and over. They really enjoyed being with each other. And I sat on this chair, with the sun on my face and coffee in my hand. And I thought you know – finally. I am in this pocket of time where they’re not so big that they’re getting away from me, and they’re not so small that they need me constantly. It is a really happy time. And that guilt I had with Roan at this age, that I wasn’t a fun enough play companion because I could only last so long in his 2-year-old world – that’s no where with these two. They have each other, all the time. Sometimes that makes things harder, but more and more it’s making their lives much more fun.



So while they sleep during their daily nap, I am allowed to work on my side projects, things that have nothing at all to do with them or their bro or their dad. It’s just my stuff. And I love it. It’s a balance that has been struck, a gift that gets me out of my own head and into  a different space without even having to leave home.

But the side projects leave me less time to record all the small stories. And that’s ok. I’ve realized that not everything has to be recorded or even remembered. Living in the moment has its merits. This past weekend I went to Spa Castle with Roan. I didn’t take any pictures. I’m not going to detail our trip in writing. It was enough to just go with him, and spend hours in bubbling bade pools and hot saunas, talking about nothing. Everything. Life probably doesn’t have to be recorded. It’s enough to just appreciate it, as it comes.

So these entries will be further apart, but will keep coming. It’s a sign that life is good, that it’s being lived.

[Note: I’ve switched to a new computer with new computer-y stuff that doesn’t always make sense to me. In doing so, I’ve lost the list of people who used to be emailed each time I posted. So. That’s not happening anymore. Sorry.]

6 thoughts on “Less = More

  1. My stepson is now 16 and just aquired his driver’s license and a car. It was just last week that i was picking him up from drumline practice in ninth grade.Two weeks ago i was able to help him with all manner of homework in middle school. Heck, his (my) project in World History in 7th grade is still on display in the principal’s office. Three weeks ago we were talking about going from elementary school to middle school. Just a month ago, it seems, he was squealing with delite as we picked him up after his first day in first grade.
    I’m sure there’s a point to all of this somewhere.
    Enjoy your boys and watch them grow right before your eyes. Just don’t blink.

  2. I am glad to know that life evens out and includes sitting in a chair with coffee. My son will be four and two weeks when our twins are born this summer, and you give me hope that I can make it though.

  3. never would have thought that kids can become so cunning at such a young age..still they do tend to copy adults and especially their bad habits, so sooner or later they would acquire those bad habits..at least that is what experts from essayforcollege say

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