silly as it sounds...

my birthday boy

it's hard to believe that it has been SIX years already

six years ago that he stole his way into our lives and our hearts

six years ago that we feared the ultimate worst, as he lay, lethargic, in my swollen belly

six years ago that hurried nurses flew me past my family towards an operating room and into the waiting knife of an on-call doctor

six years ago that he was unceremoniously pulled from a warm home beneath my heart, only to take his first fragile breath and steal mine away altogether

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i love you, bay-man

we celebrate all that you are today

and all that you will be tomorrow

um, volcanoes, i guess.

another notebook page:

i was watching a documentary on something that day, obviously having to do with volcanoes...

(i love the history/discovery/national geographic channels).

and, of course, the old tori amos song came crashing through my reverie.

and it never escapes me that i live in the shadow of a volcano.

but while i'm on the subject of volcanoes,

how awesome was dwight last night on the office?!

"Some people say that no man is an island.

FALSE.

I am an island,

and THIS island

is VOLCANIC."

hahaha!  classic.

notebook in my pocket

everywhere i go these days, i've got a little moleskine in tow.

inspired by their gallery and mayan calendar glyphs,

i started making my own little silly cartouche-like drawings; capturing something from the day, something from a bit or a piece, here or there, of my harried hurried happy days.  usually it's when i'm sitting in the car in the parent pick-up line, on the bleachers at another practice or game, or otherwise engaged in the hurry-up-and-wait mayhem of motherhood.

here's the first one from awhile back:

so what will you try and hold on to today?

me, well, i'm holding on

to those that i love.

and a blind faith that LOST will finally make sense in the end.  heh heh.

name that superhero

master indy?

indiana skywalker?

baylor's ideal good guy is a morph of indiana jones and some version of the force

i think it has something to do with his love for LEGO games on the XBox

i think anakin is somewhere in his toybox with indy's whip...

and it does not escape me that i've abandoned my poor blog

for over 6 months.

life's been busy with change and more change,

and i blog for me.  but me didn't find particular delight in blogging for awhile...

but in recent weeks, i've been re-reading my past entries,

trying to decide if i will keep this thing or not.

and keep it won.

:)

i've spent a good deal of my waking hours

driving taxi carpooling my 3 kids around-and-about as of late,

and am finding it increasingly irritating that my minivan 'swaggerwagon' is so

plain, boring, nondescript.

i thought it needed a little something

so baylor suggested it's possibility as an autobot.

i had to concur.

so i whipped out my handy-dandy silhouette machine,

complete with pink vinyl and a cool font,

and,

voila.

i now drive an autobot.

and have about the happiest kid in the entire puget sound region...

who's a superhero in YOUR life?