The Dixon Four

I carry a notebook around with me- three to be honest. I day-dream ALL the time. Sometimes, I feel like I have ADD because my mind races from one subject to the next in zero seconds and I am such a thinker!!! A couple years ago, I decided to write down some of my thoughts, some of the things that flash in my head, things that I like, things that I don't like. It's become a habit for me. I really enjoy it. It's like I am having conversation with myself (okay, so I know there is a medical term for that) but really, I am normal....just very creative!!!! I can tell my boys something- while listening to Jason tell me a story, sign homework, and still not miss a single word from anyone. Read, Write, Talk, and Listen- all at the same time. Weird. A few posts from my journal(s)... For those people who find themselves stressed out beyond control, try sitting outside in the early morning- fresh out of bed before the world starts the day. You can hear the most amazing sounds. Birds chirping, a cool breeze, trees cracking, almost like the Earth is waking up with you. It is even better after a long nights rain. The smell is fabulous. I can sit on my back deck with my closest friends- say absolutely NOTHING at all- and walk away having the best conversation I have had in weeks. A few of them give me THAT happiness and peace. Jennette is smiling right now. Some say, lion cubs bite, claw, and tackle their Mothers to show their affection. It is their way of screaming out I love you. Everyday, I feel like a Lion and I love it- scratch marks and all. What is the best smell in the word? A dirty little boy. They have this smell that melts a Mothers heart- as gross as it sounds....a little dirt and sweat can equal a whole lot of love. Why do my boys go through so many jeans? The jeans are perfect in every way....other than the knees always blowing out. My son has never had a nice pair of jeans last more than 4 washes- truth!!! Everything on them is perfect except for the knee holes!!! Does he crawl? Why can't I be a princess being rescued from a tall tower? Every night, I have to be tied up and freed from a snake pit or a dungeon full of rats. Jacob always seems to rescue me with no troubles but I always have to be some weird character....like Princess Leia or Willy from Indiana Jones. Should I even tell him about Juliet at this point? Life is short- drink the good wine now. This could be so metaphoric for anything in life. Why will my kids drink water out of the faucet when taking a bath but I can't get them to drink it throughout the day because it doesn't taste good? It tastes better coming out of that??? Why is their food always better off MY plate??? I can fix all of us the SAME exact thing for dinner and the second I sit down- they run to my plate- wanting "bites" from mine!!!! Could it be that my food is the ONLY cold food at the table? Is it just me or does every Mother get their hair tangled in knots when their child is tired? John John lets me know he is ready for bed by running his fingers through my hair until it is a major knot that takes forever to brush out. How can I be sitting here typing this blog while my husband lays quietly in the recliner but both kids are hovering over me needing something? Hello? Is Daddy off duty or do I just do it a little better?