Last night, for Family Night, Meg chose watching family videos for the activity. Instead of watching one of our favorites - like Meg eating seaweed at Carlsbad beach - we watched a disc we've never watched before... one that only has videos from our old picture camera. These were videos that I usually took instead of Justin, and rather than documenting vacations or birthdays they showed little tiny moments from our past. Ellie dancing in the kitchen. Meg throwing towels at her sister. Grant learning to roll over. It made me smile to remember these moments, and made me wonder which moments from today I'll soon forget. Like Spencer kissing my big fat pregnant tummy and then saying in a happy, wishful tone: "doggy," or Grant declaring - when I asked what he wanted for lunch - McDonalds! - even though we were home and his options were peanut butter or cheese tortillas. Time slips by quickly, and there is no catching it. I am glad there are opportunities to remember.
August has been my month of painting. We are changing our kitchen, and my job has been to make our oak cabinets into grey cabinets. Every afternoon, in the time I normally use for writing, I paint. the color is Dorian Gray ... so at least I'm keeping the literary mode. I told myself I would paint for all of August, and then, no matter how far I'd gotten, I'd be done. Let me just say, painting is not nearly as fulfilling as writing. Perhaps it helped the Karate Kid out, but I am ready to be done! I'm glad I bought a paint sprayer, or I would have had to give up on the project entirely! Today, I administered my last coat of paint to drawers and cabinets. Alas, my kitchen is not done being painted (trim and cabinet backs elude me) but I cannot start another project that will be finished in one day, so I am done. All the other fixes will have to be finished in leftover moments, not in my precious afternoon hours. Which means today I had time to wri