Okay – blogs are a little like time capsule. If I had all of my archives online, mine would be one as well. The fact that a good chunk of my life that I care to share with the world-wide-web crowd is here means that I am able to go back and see where I was a certain times in my life.

Actually, even though there is A LOT that I don’t publish (even more since I’ve come back), the entries are still memory triggers. I can clearly remember writing certain things and what was happening in the background - what I wasn’t writing about.

It is for this reason that I need to record something today. This doesn’t happen all that often and the very fact that I’ve had a day like today needs to be remembered.

This morning, Franklin and I played until 9am – meaning, Eliza slept in until 9-freaking-am. If she were an only child, this would mean that I would have had an amazing amount of sleep but she’s not and instead, this means I got to spend some wonderful time with my son (who woke up at 7am).

We ate breakfast together.
Eliza woke up.
We got ready for swimming lessons and while walking to the pool we decided on the mantra (we are learning about Hinduism right now) “I can swim”. I think it is doing a good job (and by that I mean the mantra, I'm not sure he's absorbing everything about Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva but it's a start).

I find it interesting just how much of my time ski racing has come into play while I’m parenting. I’m not sure if this is a good thing but I tend to do a lot of the same things with Franklin that my coaches did with me – especially after a session with a sports psychologist.
(Please, let you not be screwed up, Franklin. I’m just going with what I know.)

After swimming lessons we went home, ate lunch and laid Eliza down for a nap. (She also napped at the pool in the wrap, which made sitting by an outdoor pool really quite relaxing).

Franklin and I then settled down and read a story.
Then we napped.
Then I woke up and for 15 minutes, I had two kids asleep. (!!!)

So, I stared out the window at our pumpkin plants and, in the process, found our first ovary!

After both children woke up we went to a swim shop and bought a new pair of shorts for Franklin – ON SALE (oooh, thrifty!). We wandered through the rest of the store and finally came home.

Eliza napped again.
Franklin played and watched me make dinner.
Dickson came home.
We ate at 6pm sharp. (!!!!)
Franklin had a bath.
I left Dix and Franklin at home while Eliza and I walked to the garden.
Eliza played on the grass and in my arms while I weeded and took photos of aphids (more on that sad story later).

I know what you're thinking; "Big Hairy Deal, Ada". Probably every single one of you reading this does this every day.

Every. Single. Day.
However, this doesn’t happen to me. I don’t work like this. We always seem to fly by the seat of our pants and I always think that jumbling to bed at night only to start the tumble the next morning is normal.

Can I do this every day?
To tell you the truth, I hope not. It seems.... what... too predictable? Nevertheless, I’m still impressed. I managed to eke out a pretty ordinary day. It’s a strange feeling, this.

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