"write in with nature"

(The above pictures are about a month old now. But doesn't Bo just fit right in with nature?)

Wow. I haven't updated this blog in a while. I kept thinking I'll have time in the morning, but find it quite hard to get out of a warm bed on a cool morning ... especially after waking all night to feed Boden. Earlier this week I had a night that might have rendered 2 hours sleep total ... I'm still recovering.

Nighttime is my only time to get on the computer because we no longer have a functioning laptop. Previously, I'd set the laptop up in the kitchen or living room and would write/post/surf/etc. every few minutes or hours in those few minutes the boys were content. Not having a laptop means finding time upstairs, which doesn't happen because the boys don't play upstairs, they play downstairs.

So then night would come, but the computer was in our bedroom and since Patrick wakes at 5:30 he tends to go to bed at a decent hour, unlike the hours I find time to write/post/surf/etc. Now that the computer is out of the bedroom and in a little nook I created in the hallway I hope to post more.

*Looking around nook* It's kind of cozy here. I have a bookshelf to my right, a window in front of me, and the bedroom door to my left. There's a pile of tax information on our desk, along with a hair brush, a marker, a light, and a pacifier. The dogs are snoring behind me.

Now that I'm enrolled in three courses at a local university I'll likely spend more time at this computer. In general, I find the more I have to do the more structured I become and the more energy I have. Right now, however, as I adjust to life as a student along with life with an active workout schedule, I find that I am rather tired. I am wondering why I'm awake, oh yeah, I want to read a chapter of one of my books, download some pictures and post on this blog ... at least one of those things will be done.

Anyway, I like the pictures above. Remember when life consisted of simple things like swinging from trees? Well, it still does for me. Sure, I'm not the one hanging in the tree, but I sure do enjoy playing with the boys and watching them play. Just tonight Patrick, Wesley and I daydreamed about the tree house we would build: A fun retreat, accessible by ladder, exitable by slide, a place where Wesley could wonder about the world, a place where I could set up my laptop and hope for a strong wireless signal.

Yes, this nook is cozy, but I sure do look forward to computing among the boys again. Writing now seems forced. Writing in bursts here and there between their laughter and crying and wanting and needing, is more natural to me. Writing in a tree house ... now that's just natural.