Wormhole

I was trying to find a picture that seemed like a good choice for the Christmas cards that I want to get in the mail but have zero ambition to work on.

I didn’t find one that seems like a good choice this year. Instead I fell into a wormhole of looking at old pictures of the kiddo. He was such a delicious baby and it makes me all the more excited to see the little girl currently kicking me in the bladder.

I love those pictures of my little chunker boy but, man alive, does it stun me sometimes to think of how fast these early years go. I heard someone say once that the baby years are a time when the days are long but the months are short and that feels true. And in some ways that is such a blessing because the early years are so hard sometimes but I miss the baby he was even though I love the little boy he is becoming.

I think I’ve mentioned (about 1,000 times to Mr. Monkey alone) that this is the last baby we’re having so I feel like I want to soak up every ounce of babyness with this one, but I go into it knowing that it is a totally futile endeavour. Sigh.

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On a totally unrelated note, I watched the Ironman World Championships on TV today. I continue to be totally unable to watch that without A) crying at some point and B) wondering what exactly it takes to do that and if I could ever have that mix of money, committment, time, drive, talent, etc.

I feel the answer to that last part feels a lot like “no” as far as I can see it right now.

 

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2 thoughts on “Wormhole

  1. LizScott says:

    I cry all the time at the Kona viewings.

    In my experience, commitment and drive trumps all money and talent when it comes to completing an Ironman. And those two things you absolutely have, should you want it.

    But maybe not while you’re pregnant or with a newborn 🙂

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