Moments of Joy

One of the blogs I frequent does "a spot of sun" for things that make her happy. So, I've decided to steal that idea with my own "moments of joy" since my blog is supossedly about finding joy in my life's journey.

The moment of joy for today took place at my favorite Mexican restaurant. The family and I were there for lunch munching away on our complimentary chips and salsa (so delicious, bytheway). The restaurant is owned and operated by this little family who apparently LOVE Ranchero music as that is what is always playing when we go there. Out of nowhere, Baby hops up on the bench and starts shaking her booty. Bellie thought that was pretty funny and started bopping her head in rhythm to the music. K-9 and I just laughed and laughed, but then we got things under control. Afterall, we were in a restaurant where others were trying to eat.

My girls love to dance. And every time they do, I feel a little bit of joy bursting in my heart. I can just tell that they love being alive. I hope they always retain their zeal for life.

Good Quotes

I love quotes. I used to collect quote books. When I worked at a library, I could spend hours in the reference section sitting among quote books. I like finding quotes and sayings that express how I feel because I am so poor with words.

I read one today on the side of my Starbucks cup that describes how I look at my childhood sometimes.

Childhood is a strange country. It's a place you come from or go
to--at least in your mind. For me it has an endless, spellbound something in it
that feels remote. It's like a little sealed-vault country of cake breath and
grass stains where what you do instead of work is spin until you're dizzy.
--Lyall Bush

I really miss my childhood sometimes. When I am stuck in the middle of crying children, dirty dishes, mounting bills, and endless to-do lists, I like to remember what it was like to spin and spin in my beautiful red and white dress while my mother played the piano.

My childhood was probably the happiest times of my life. I was completely carefree. So, I like knowing that those memories are a "little sealed-vault country" that I can visit any time the stress and worry of my current life begin to be too much.

Introduction

So, after a gentle push from a good friend, I'm finally starting a blog. I've been thinking about it for several months, but I've been a little nervous and perhaps a tad lazy. Mostly I want a way to keep track of cute things my kids say and do, but you readers of this blog (who will probably be few and far between) will also get a little bit of griping, too, I'm sure.

My husband is a little bit wary of my having a blog, so as a courtesy to him, and safety for my children, I suppose, I'm not going to use our real names. So now for the introductions. I'm Lola. It's a nickname I picked up in high school, even though no one I know now calls me that. My husband, to whom I've been married 5 years, is K-9. His friends call him that, but as I'm not terribly fond of it, I may give him a different name later on. My oldest daughter is 3 and I always call her Baby. Kind of like in Dirty Dancing when "it didn't occur to [her] to mind." I got in the habit of calling her that before I even knew she was a girl. I think I'll probably continue to call her that until she puts up a fuss over it. My second daughter is 10 months. I usually call her Bells or Bellie, and will most likely use the names interchangeably on this blog.

So, there is the introduction. Hopefully my next post will not be quite so boring.