Center Cut

Never in my life did I think I would compare my life to a piece of meat. I don't even really like meat. I have always had issues with the texture, taste, and smell of most any meat. So to compare my life at the moment to meat, well, you would think I am not happy with it.

But that is the farthest thing from the truth. My life is just about as good as it gets at the moment. My husband just recently got hired on for next year as an assistant principal/director of the career and technology center at the high school. I am expecting our second child, a girl, in June. Mason, 2 1/2, is a fiesty, typical two year old who is definitely starting to show us who he really is. We have a great (but small, ahem) house and live in a great neighborhood.

Back to the meat comparison. The things that are good in my life are the best part, the center cut. But even the best piece of meat has fat marbled through it and along the edges. Those are the bad days, the hard times, the things that most people experience in life. All you meat eaters out there know that it can be darn hard to trim off all of the fat before you take a bite of that sweet, juicy, piece of meat.

I just grossed myself out even typing that, ew.

So you just eat the meat with the fat on it. Dive head first into the good times and brace for the bad. Hopefully though, those good times will help with swallowing the fat. Make it easier to take in.

Right now, in my life, I am trying to swallow the fat and appreciate the center cut. The good stuff. Because what is a good piece of meat if you can't enjoy every bite?

Cuteness

The weather report for today, by Mason:

"Oh my doodness! It's wind!" Yes, that is how he said it. And I giggled for at least a minute.


In response to not liking something, or not wanting it:

I can't like peas, Mom!

I can't want the chitin' (chicken)!


Potty time:

(while pottying on Cheerios in the toilet) "I hit de Chee-os in da toyet, Mom"



What cute things does your child say or do?