More Random and Sporadic Life Events from Yours Truly

Well, the youngest kid is crawling. Meanwhile, the 2 year old has learned the impressive skill of taking off his diaper and throwing it in the toilet. While I appreciate the thought, I can't say that I honestly appreciate the action.

I believe in my heart of hearts that the throw-the-diaper-in-the-toilet trick is a direct result of the training that he has received from my husband. And before you ask, no, my husband does not throw his own diaper in the toilet. Instead, whenever my son has a dirty diaper, my husband takes the diaper to the toilet, where he proceeds to transfer the contents into the toilet. He has some strange belief that our son will see this action, and form a connection between the excrement and the toilet. Instead, I believe he has formed a connection between the diaper and the toilet. So I end up fishing sopping wet dirty diapers from the toilet all day. Which is less fun than it might sound.

In other news, I have begun doing some freelance writing and editing for a site. It has been going very well, but keeping me quite busy. As a result, my blog posts have been even more random and rare than ever before. Nonetheless, for the last few days, I have been making a concerted effort to make posts here and there on my blogs. My conclusion is that I have too many blogs to maintain them all very well. However, I am loathe to delete any; therefore, my posts to all of them will continue to be rather random and sporadic, only more so.

Although there are many more things going on in my life, I think I hit on all the key points. Let's see...crawling, dirty diapers, and editing...yep, I think that pretty much covers it. How is your life going?

Basking In The Luxury Of Life

Ah, the sounds of my life. A screen door banging against the frame, its handle long gone. The sounds of the neighbors driving their odd machines up and down the road, heedless of what time of day or night it might be. Dogs barking for reasons that are unclear. My son snoring in my lap peacefully after a morning of uncertainty.

And as I sit here, relishing these moments, I understand that they will not last forever. Time passes more quickly than I could have imagined as a child. It seemed that life would last forever; then, before I knew it, I was grown with children of my own. I see my father, and I realize that he has few years left. I treasure every moment with him. Always, in the back of my mind, I fear that I will not see him again.

Every moment that passes is a moment that will never come again. When it comes down to it, that is what matters. A person's race, religion, political views, opinions, job, level of wealth ... all rubbish. Enjoy life by the minute, without prejudice, without anger. There is not enough time for that sort of silliness.

Let's live.