Sunday, November 21, 2010
Torture Loving
Yes, you read it right! Tonight, during family scripture study, Nathan, in his usual form, decided to go wild. So after chasing him down, I gave him to Ryan to hold. He did NOT want to sit still, so he turned it into a full blown temper tantrum - to which Ryan responded by lovingly hugging him on his lap. This just made Nathan even more angry - and he screamed and struggled to escape the hug. Then Abby, who was sitting next to him said, "I can't believe Dad is torture loving Nathan!". We all had a good laugh over that one (except of course Nathan).
Blogging Isn't So Easy
OK - so blogging isn't as easy as I thought it would be. I know - you awesome bloggers are thinking I must be some kind of stupid; but let me explain. I had figured that it would be great to be able to share, vent and archive our lives. But here is where it gets hard:
1. Time - I don't know what this word means anymore. It flies, and it eludes me at a supernatural speed. My kids (as I did when I was young) think that time drags, and are bored (until you mention there are chores that can be done). I think that someone hit the fast forward button, and forgot to stop it. I haven't blogged since February, or even read my friends blogs (which brings me great joy), since April.
2. Speech - I am not very eloquent. My friend's blogs are all so witty, clever, fun and heartwarming, and I can't seem to get it from my life to the page in a precise and coherent blog. Besides the fact that Ryan always laughs at me for mixing up sayings. An example of that is when I was writing the previous blog, I put that Nathan was in a full blown out temper tantrum. Ryan was reading over my shoulder and started laughing. He knows what full blown, and blown out mean respectively, but not together. I laughed at myself and changed it. I like to tease him by saying that "A rolling stone gathers no moss on the north side of the tree".
3. Privacy - OK, before you start laughing - it's not me. I am an open book. I will say it like it is, and feel that it is being honest. My husband, on the other hand, is an extremely private person. So I want to blog about everything, but Ryan feels our life should be private. I'm not very good at censorship. I'm not a gossip - except about myself. If something is shared with me privately, it stays in the vault. But with my own life, it's different. So I feel I am not being honest, without sharing all that is going on, which makes it hard to blog.
So you see my struggle. I am having the same problem writing my annual Christmas letter (as if it wasn't hard enough that I missed last year, and am trying to play catch up for the last two years).
1. Time - I don't know what this word means anymore. It flies, and it eludes me at a supernatural speed. My kids (as I did when I was young) think that time drags, and are bored (until you mention there are chores that can be done). I think that someone hit the fast forward button, and forgot to stop it. I haven't blogged since February, or even read my friends blogs (which brings me great joy), since April.
2. Speech - I am not very eloquent. My friend's blogs are all so witty, clever, fun and heartwarming, and I can't seem to get it from my life to the page in a precise and coherent blog. Besides the fact that Ryan always laughs at me for mixing up sayings. An example of that is when I was writing the previous blog, I put that Nathan was in a full blown out temper tantrum. Ryan was reading over my shoulder and started laughing. He knows what full blown, and blown out mean respectively, but not together. I laughed at myself and changed it. I like to tease him by saying that "A rolling stone gathers no moss on the north side of the tree".
3. Privacy - OK, before you start laughing - it's not me. I am an open book. I will say it like it is, and feel that it is being honest. My husband, on the other hand, is an extremely private person. So I want to blog about everything, but Ryan feels our life should be private. I'm not very good at censorship. I'm not a gossip - except about myself. If something is shared with me privately, it stays in the vault. But with my own life, it's different. So I feel I am not being honest, without sharing all that is going on, which makes it hard to blog.
So you see my struggle. I am having the same problem writing my annual Christmas letter (as if it wasn't hard enough that I missed last year, and am trying to play catch up for the last two years).
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