Jan 2

This is how I've spent the last three days:

Sick, achy, only moving when the boys need to eat, bathe or to stop their wrestling match over a single LEGO. I even "let" them take the ornaments off of the tree.

And the result:

2011, bring it on!

I'm ready for a clean slate, a fresh start, a new day. I deleted my old blog and here I sit, sick, unable to taste the sugar-free chocolate I habitually pop in my mouth, one baby napping, one baby being babysat by a sandwich and a new copy of "Despicable Me" and one husband snoring the paint off the walls of our bedroom. Estoy contenta. Je suis heureux. I am happy. It's just one of those days.

This year, I'm choosing to be a better version of me. To concentrate on the now, not on the past, not on the future. I want to learn to be present and enjoy each and every moment, even something as foul as changing M's diapers. One day very soon, that experience will be gone and my baby (okay, two year old) will be grown and making his own way. God, that's depressing.

I want this to be a year of love. I want to learn new ways of showing my husband and my boys how much I adore them, even if that's just by doing little things like this

Yeah, I'm awesome. And so are they.