The Good Old Times

Before I had any children, I remember that I frequently complained about the fact that I was "so busy". 

Then I had Kai.

And as I looked back at those child-less years, I'd marvel at how much time I actually used to have.  Now with a child, I was "busy".  What had I been complaining about before?  Having a kid ate up your time and left you with hardly any for yourself.

Then I had Ryder.

And I looked back at those relaxed and luxurious years of having only 1 child.  Oh boy, did I have time back in those days!  Having 2 kids consumes pretty much all of your time, especially since neither one of them is in school yet.

And then I went back to work.

That was this past Monday.

And though it is only part-time (I teach at a local college), I vividly remember last week when I thought I hardly had any time to .... [fill in the blank].

This week: I went back to work, I met with my friends to plan another friend's babyshower, I baked devilish amazingly yummy absolutely the best-I-ever-tasted CRIMINALLY good brownies, cleaned my house in preparation of a house guest who is arriving for the weekend, did groceries and...it's only Wednesday.

I need more time. 

In general.

Especially to sleep.

And to blog.

I have defaulted on my blog.

But I'm writing now.  And that's what counts.

So, I am not going to write about work and how my classes are ridiculously large for the performance class (Public Speaking) that I teach, how much I hate large groups and all the things I will do (within my power and within the boundaries of the law) to decrease the size of my classes and therefore increase the quality of what my 'kids' will actually learn.  No, I am not going to write about that.  I am also not going to write about the ridiculous time my alarm goes off in the morning and how last night I got about 4 1/2 hours of sleep because Kai woke up screaming when he couldn't find his lovey and a few hours later Ryder woke up because...well, I don't know why.  He just did.

I don't know exactly what I am going to write about.  I do have some photos that sum up the last week, before returning to work.

We had a series of hot days last week; perfect to go to the beach one morning and spend a few hours in the sand.  No, we don't swim in the Pacific here.  We're in SoCal, the water is freezing down here.  Up to my ankles, that's as far as I will go. 

While Ryder was stylin' in his very own way, Kai was completely engaged in play and fun with his girlfriend.  Girlfriend and beach.  It hardly gets any better.

{Photo by my friend Amy}

After I had Kai, I often wondered what any additional children would look like.  I know that sounds funny, but when you have one little-me version of your husband walking around, that's all you know.  Brown hair, brown eyes and stubborn (David would argue that Kai got that from the both of us.  Don't know where he would get that from. My husband's got such an imagination...) .  That was the type of child that I had managed to create.  Imagine how surprised I was when Ryder had strawberry blond hair and blue eyes.  I am often still amazed with the idea that I can also make blond babies.  How cool is that?  I'm so versatile!

And my beautiful blue-eyed, drooling, teething, massive amounts of food-consuming baby just loves his feet.  I think it's too early to call it a foot fetish, but he certainly is excited to have these wonderful pieces of play material attached to his legs (and within reach).

Oh, the joy that feet can bring to little ones.  It's a delight to see and I simply can't get enough of it.