Notes on Predictability. Or not.

This has happened more than once: We have candy in the house. We don’t like having candy in the house. So we bake the candy into a pan of brownies. But then we have a pan of brownies, when really all we wanted was a couple of brownies each. So we put the rest in the freezer. For later. But then when we open the freezer, this is what we see: ice cream, frozen brownies. And we say to ourselves, You know what sounds really good? A brownie milkshake. And thus we went from having a couple of extra Snickers bars from Halloween that was too much sugar for us to Snickers-brownie-milkshake, which is somehow okay.

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Two days ago I wore two long sleeve shirts, socks, the longest running pants I own, and a fleece ear-warmer for my run. Today I wore shorts and short-sleeve shirt, and no socks. Both were perfectly comfortable and appropriate.

Way to keep us on our toes, March.

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Manchild. Manchild, Manchild, Manchild. Sometimes he acts like a man, sometimes he acts like a child. One minute he’ll be talking very intelligently and interestingly about the structure of the solar system, the next he’ll be obnoxiously “exploding” in our faces. It’s a combination that defies any sort of predictability, that’s for sure.

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We let the boys stay up until 10:00 on Monday night. We were playing a game. Predictably, the boys still got up at 7:00 and, predictably, it was kind of a rough day — at least until naptime. But it was also fun to stay up and play with them. And it definitely felt good to keep the promise we’d made to play the game. So I’d say it was worth it. Not that I would do it again every night, or every week, or even every month. It is nice to know, however, that under the right set of circumstances we can pull off a fun family game night every now and then. Maybe next time I’ll even pop some popcorn. Or bake some cookies. (Probably full of left-over Easter candy, and which, when we’ve had our fill of fresh ones, will become milkshake fodder.)

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Last night we were awakened by yet another throw-up incident in the middle of the night. Everyone was awake several hours too early. And everyone was chipper and happy and not tired today. Squish hardly took a nap. Manchild, despite being “the sick one” seemed to need very little rest. And Micah and I, who are usually zombies if we don’t get 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep, could not even feign weariness. It was the weirdest thing. Wish I knew the secret recipe that made this day so very much different from Tuesday . . . .

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And finally, finish this sentence: When life gives you a lemon . . . .

(Mine: put it on the sidewalk and walk away.)

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2 Comments

  1. …make pizza. That’s what I usually use lemon for. Sprinkling fresh lemon juice on homemade pizza. Mmm…pizza makes everything better. I really enjoyed reading this. I like the feel of the random thoughts/stream of consciousness, and yet it was still connected.

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    lizzie Reply:

    Lemon on pizza. I must try that. It sounds like it could be pretty awesome.

    And I’ll try to do the connected stream-of-consciousness. It’s a good skill to have. 🙂

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  2. Make sure you say thank you, or life may not be as inclined to give you anything next time.

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    lizzie Reply:

    I will have to remember that, Nancy. I’m pretty sure I’ve been griping about too many lemons lately when really, there’s nothing wrong with them and they are such a nice color. 🙂

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