{"id":688,"date":"2009-02-03T22:53:00","date_gmt":"2009-02-04T03:53:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/tuesday-february-3-2009\/"},"modified":"2009-02-03T22:53:00","modified_gmt":"2009-02-04T03:53:00","slug":"tuesday-february-3-2009","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/tuesday-february-3-2009\/","title":{"rendered":"Tuesday February 3, 2009"},"content":{"rendered":"

“Oh, S P R I N G,” she yelled loudly.  But the only response was the hollow echo of winter.  <\/p>\n

\"January<\/a> <\/span><\/p>\n

                                                         ************************<\/p>\n

Do you ever feel as though someone put your brain in a frying pan full of hot oil?  Or like the connections in your brain are suddenly getting zapped by electrical currents too high for the wires?  And after awhile it feels as though everything is just “zing, zing, zing-ing” way too loudly.  That was my January.<\/p>\n

\"January<\/a> <\/span><\/p>\n

It’s January.  No wait.  It’s February.  Oh, bother.  January.  That l – o – n – g month I always dread because it drags by so slowly.  This time I couldn’t wait.  I was going to scrapbook.  On high.  Oo la la.  I actually got as far as bringing the supplies down to the dining room.  And there they sit.  Somehow, January evaporated somewhere under the muddle of three large, time-consuming projects.<\/p>\n

<\/a>\"January<\/a> <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

Project 1.  My children’s book<\/strike> which I guess is still technically a manuscript.  I am very, very, very, very, very, very excited about the fact that it is actually going to be published.  Even more exciting to me is the fact that the publisher asked if I would write more books for a series.  And even more exciting then that is the way that God is opening doors to the first story … all ready to be put into words.  Sometimes I almost get goosebumps.  David Lee says if I don’t stop pinching myself I will turn black and blue.<\/p>\n

Project 2.  Complete renovation of the business website.  Huge improvement.  The fun part is done now though for the most part and it’s in the slaving away over the details part and I’ll be oh, so glad when it’s finished.  <\/p>\n

Project 3.  Helping David Lee with his power point presentation for camp.  Probably the project I looked forward to least because I’d never done one.  Sometimes it feels as though camp is becoming this fifth person in our household.  I know it’s temporary, this sort of boot camp preparation for presentation thing; but I am selfishly weary of it all the way to the bone.  It gobbles up David Lee’s evenings like a cookie monster on steroids which means that for a little while the boys suffered from serious DDD (daddy deficit disorder) and I was nearly ready to call Dr. Hawkes to see if they prescribed Ritalin for that as well.  Not only did they get grumpier, Adam got much naughtier and started acting out for attention all day long.  Daddy time with the boys translates to mommy time without the boys and very quickly it wasn’t just the boys<\/em> who were cranky.  <\/p>\n

<\/a> <\/span>\"January<\/a> (I thought too she’d grown up but it’s hard telling what will happen when the temperature goes above 60.  Adam was in shock.)<\/span><\/p>\n

Thankfully, the bulk of it is done.  This weekend was the turning point because everyone was losing it.  Everyone except David Lee who is always calm.  No matter how many people pull at him for attention.  He spent the afternoon making up for lost time with the boys after yet another meeting (unrelated to camp) that took most of the morning and by evening we were one big happy family again.  Whoever said “if Mama ain’t happy ain’t nobody happy” way underestimated the power of a dad.  <\/p>\n

<\/a>\"January<\/a> <\/span> <\/span>(Liam’s idea of story time: flip over daddy, flip over Adam, crawl around and repeat.  repeat.  repeat.)<\/p>\n

I’m really excited about the presentation parts (she says naively, not thinking of all the driving with people in car seats).  The first one is Sunday and for some reason it feels as though things will fly a little more on auto pilot after that.  Aside from the fact that we’ll be doing presentations somewhere close to 50-75% of the Sundays in February and March.  Auto pilot at our house?  Maybe not.<\/p>\n

\"January<\/a> <\/span><\/p>\n

Sunday afternoon the weather was in the glorious sixties.  On a whim we took the boys to the park.  Liam had his first real swing ride.  His giggle was just darling.  Adam and I chased each other up and down the slides and he got to ride his bike around the huge parking lot.  <\/p>\n

This morning the world woke up like this:<\/p>\n

\"January<\/a> <\/span><\/p>\n

                                           ****************************<\/p>\n

January was also the month for the boys to suddenly grow up.  I must have blinked and the next thing I knew Liam was walking behind toys (as long as it’s on the carpet to slow the toy down).  Adam, the very same four year old who begged me to do everything in the evenings and yelled every night, “Mommy, don’t get water in my eyes,” switched in one night to a very big boy who can bathe himself, wash his own hair, and get his pj’s on solo.  I shake my head to clear the cobwebs and wonder how it happened.  <\/p>\n

\"January<\/a> <\/span><\/p>\n

                                                     **************************<\/p>\n

You know, next month, I think I’d like to get hired by those Liberty tax prep people.  I want the job where you just stand out by the road with the statue of Liberty costume and wave at everyone who goes past.  I think I’d really excel in that role.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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