Are we there yet?

Does anyone have any ideas for a blog post? This is excruciating. How many days left in November? Why do I always wait until the last moment?

One of the things I love most about being a stay at home mom is the fact that I am never in a hurry or running late. I like to live my life at my own pace. It is peaceful. Someone taught Lily how to tell time. She is driving me crazy.

Every day we have the same tentative schedule, we do things in the same order and most likely at about the same time. I don't really look at the clock so who knows. I wont bore you with the details of our mundane schedule today. At breakfast Lily has started asking me what time are we going to do this, that and the other. I tried to tell her, whenever. She did not accept that answer. I tried making up approximate times. She is now holding me to those arbitrary times. All day long she is like the rabbit with the watch, telling me we are late, we are late. I am going to have to read her Alice in Wonderland.

I am being hustled out the door by a four year old so that we are not late for the playground. Today was a lovely day at the playground too, a short sleeved shirt day, with blue skies. I think Lily gets the majority of her personality from her dad.

On the other hand... We were at the grocery store later and Lily was being her normal incredibly happy and social self. Saying hello to all the people and to all the isle numbers, the apples, etc. She has a bounce in her step that make it seem as if her feet don't even touch the ground. She is always talking, with so much happiness and love for life that people tend to stop what they are doing and take notice. I am used to the child and I don't know that I particularly notice her love of life every moment. Occasionally someone will say something, like is she always that happy and it reminds me of just how lovely it is to be with her all day. After that reminder I spend the rest of the day marveling in how happy and fun she really is.

Even if she is reminding me that I have to hurry because we are eating lunch in exactly one minute, not when we are hungry, or when we happen to think about it, we must eat lunch at exactly twelve zero zero.