So... I'm bringin these back! Today Jaden and I accompanied Matt to SUU while he worked on his applications. (Well... works on his applications. We're still here... after a brief dinner break for grumpy buns at grandmas we came back. :p) Since the laptop at our house has taken a MAJOR dive, I haven't even wanted to attempt turning it on, let alone try blogging. Computer labs to the rescue!
Today I was thinking about how I'm getting 'boring'. My Facebook, Instagram, texts, blogs, etc. all consist of the cutest little crush in my life. Totally not a bad thing! I mean, if you guys get sick of the baby overload, I'm sorry... but really. Who doesn't like cute babies? That being said, I realized I haven't posted anything that was solely me. (Ok Shan... let's sound vain here for a second...) I feel like in motherhood you find a new self, and it's your identity now. Again, totally not a bad thing. It's just that sometimes I miss feeling like Shannon is a separate person. I get a little lost in diapers and feedings and fighting naps (already. I know.) and tiny laundry, and I forget to have interests and hobbies. Maybe that was part of the job title when I signed up?
Describe 3 significant memories of your childhood:
Well... I don't remember a whole lot of Kanab besides chopping Dallin Heaton's thumb because I wanted to be John Smith and make him be Pocahontas, and riding in those seats that attach on the back of a bike behind my mom/dad and being really worried we were going to tip right over. (Well, and I guess when that mean kid in church bit Simba's head off. Worst day of my life. ;) )
Circleville is most of what I knew as a kid, and there are SO many memories from there! I loved our neighbors, they were like extra sets of grandparents. I loved that we lived on our own lane. (We called it 'Haunted House Lane' since the other houses were just old abandoned ones for such a long time.)
The addition we built onto our house was so perfect, and the cozy wood burning stove was my favorite. I wish I could still build a bed of quilts in front of the stove and watch the snow falling through our french doors.
To narrow it down to three significant memories though, we'd have to start with 'my' bridge.
About half a mile down the road from our house was a bridge that I used to ride my bike to all the time in the Summer. It was my 'running away' hide out. Looking back now that seems stupid, since everyone could still see my bike tipped over at the top of the bridge. ;) I used to take my notebooks or camera or music there. It's where I wrote twitterpated letters. (Embarrassing) One summer when Aubree came to stay for a weekish, we went there to document wildlife pretty much every morning. :p We saw a sand hill crane (or something) one morning and I'm pretty sure we thought we were so cool for discovering one in Circleville! ;) I miss that runaway hideout sometimes.
I also remember the hours of playing Lion King in the pastures behind our house. Erin and I would run around on our hands and knees, lying in the tall grass, imagining all sorts of exciting adventures. I don't know how we could stand to crawl around that long outside, I don't think it was very comfortable. We'd always come back to the house with squashed bugs all over our legs. So gross, right? But we loved it! It's funny to me how impatient I am with being outside if it's windy or if there are bugs or something. It never phased us as kids!
I think the last memory I'm going to pick is when my friend, Katie, and I would drive around town in her golf cart giving 'tours'... to imaginary friends... in Piglatin. We were some cool kids, obviously. How many people do you know that can give you a tour in fluent Piglatin? ;)
Today I was thinking about how I'm getting 'boring'. My Facebook, Instagram, texts, blogs, etc. all consist of the cutest little crush in my life. Totally not a bad thing! I mean, if you guys get sick of the baby overload, I'm sorry... but really. Who doesn't like cute babies? That being said, I realized I haven't posted anything that was solely me. (Ok Shan... let's sound vain here for a second...) I feel like in motherhood you find a new self, and it's your identity now. Again, totally not a bad thing. It's just that sometimes I miss feeling like Shannon is a separate person. I get a little lost in diapers and feedings and fighting naps (already. I know.) and tiny laundry, and I forget to have interests and hobbies. Maybe that was part of the job title when I signed up?
So. I started (finally) reading the stack of books Aunt Cherene let me borrow, I played the piano at my mom's and I decided I wanted to start blogging non poopy diaper related topics. ;) And ya know what? It feels really good to mix some of that in with being a mom. :) Life is pretty great.
Number 20 out of the 30 things series (and if those are a distant memory to you too and you want to read them again- or whatever, here.) is:
Describe 3 significant memories of your childhood:
Well... I don't remember a whole lot of Kanab besides chopping Dallin Heaton's thumb because I wanted to be John Smith and make him be Pocahontas, and riding in those seats that attach on the back of a bike behind my mom/dad and being really worried we were going to tip right over. (Well, and I guess when that mean kid in church bit Simba's head off. Worst day of my life. ;) )
Circleville is most of what I knew as a kid, and there are SO many memories from there! I loved our neighbors, they were like extra sets of grandparents. I loved that we lived on our own lane. (We called it 'Haunted House Lane' since the other houses were just old abandoned ones for such a long time.)
The addition we built onto our house was so perfect, and the cozy wood burning stove was my favorite. I wish I could still build a bed of quilts in front of the stove and watch the snow falling through our french doors.
To narrow it down to three significant memories though, we'd have to start with 'my' bridge.
About half a mile down the road from our house was a bridge that I used to ride my bike to all the time in the Summer. It was my 'running away' hide out. Looking back now that seems stupid, since everyone could still see my bike tipped over at the top of the bridge. ;) I used to take my notebooks or camera or music there. It's where I wrote twitterpated letters. (Embarrassing) One summer when Aubree came to stay for a weekish, we went there to document wildlife pretty much every morning. :p We saw a sand hill crane (or something) one morning and I'm pretty sure we thought we were so cool for discovering one in Circleville! ;) I miss that runaway hideout sometimes.
I also remember the hours of playing Lion King in the pastures behind our house. Erin and I would run around on our hands and knees, lying in the tall grass, imagining all sorts of exciting adventures. I don't know how we could stand to crawl around that long outside, I don't think it was very comfortable. We'd always come back to the house with squashed bugs all over our legs. So gross, right? But we loved it! It's funny to me how impatient I am with being outside if it's windy or if there are bugs or something. It never phased us as kids!
I think the last memory I'm going to pick is when my friend, Katie, and I would drive around town in her golf cart giving 'tours'... to imaginary friends... in Piglatin. We were some cool kids, obviously. How many people do you know that can give you a tour in fluent Piglatin? ;)
Great memories Shannon. You will be very glad you have them written down. We do forget so quickly as life flashes by. I loved your Kanab home and your Circleville home. Your Mom and Dad have always been expert at making a house a home...I have lot's of sweet memories of those growing up years.
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