When Claire was a baby, Dave came home from work one day and asked me how my day was, I proceeded to tell him this story. That morning I had gone to my favorite morning bake shop (the Corner Cafe for those who must know) on the way to Central Park for a muffin. I selected a plump muffin with the top just oozing over the wrapper, just as I like it. I went to the park, settled onto a bench, and prepared to eat my delectable treat. My first bite was astonished me. No flavor. The same moist fluffy insides but no taste. I had to have a few more bites to clarify, but there was literally no sweet. I was shocked. Who makes a muffin and leaves out the sugar. My morning ritual was ruined.
I finished my story and Dave looks at me blankly and then I said, "I think that is the most boring story that I have ever told". Dave readily agreed, almost too readily. So now, whenever we tell a boring story we call it a "muffin story". And let's face it everyone has some "muffin stories" in their repertoire, because at the bottom of it all sometimes you just want to talk, even when you have nothing interesting to say.
That is where I find myself today with the desire to talk, but not much interesting to say. I could tell you that I breast feed Kennedy 511 minutes so far this week, or nine and a half hours for you math challenged individuals, (I know the precise time thanks to an iPhone application that records my every feeding move--somehow it is so nice to have an accounting). Yesterday, I changed 17 diapers, okay, Dave changed one of those 17. This week, I got the mail, almost every day, just for an outing with the girls. I went to the gym three times and ran eight miles and did 375 sit-ups. Ate no bad-for-you carbs from Tuesday night on. Spent two hours at the park and many more in the back yard. Snuggled innumerable times with my girls and remarkably carried Claire to timeout only once. Took Baby K to her two month check-up (13 pounds and 24 inches, yikes, she is topping the chart). Logged 17 hours at work. I did get out with the ladies one night for dinner and a pedicure. And watched Lost (that may not be a part of the muffin story).
That's it folks, no juciy stories, no new material, no gasp-while-you-are-reading plotlines. Just life. Funny enough, at the end of it all it was a successful week. Nothing mind shattering, but at the end of the day, just pleasant. So stay tuned for more "muffin stories", cause sometimes that's all you've got.
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That's no muffin story, that's quite impressive! Two kids and still getting regular workouts in?! .. and healthy eating? I'm SO impressed.. if only I could be so good. I'm sure you are feeling (and looking) awesome.
Well done!
Your "Muffin Stories" are really a list of many things for which to be grateful. You didn't drive in a snow drifted ditch Wednesday on the way to temple, or fall on your tail bone mopping the floor for Angie's party for 40 people on Thursday, or break your leg falling on the ice on Friday. Be grateful for "Muffin Stories" and all the other stories that give us life experiences for even in them there is much for which to be grateful.
I think my life is a "Muffin Story." But really is there anything better than those muffin memories!
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I'm with Mindi-- those workouts are impressive! And that application clocking the feeding times sounds great, too. See?? Definitely not a muffin post.
Sometimes I think all I do is traverse in muffin stories. (The thing is, your original muffin story was actually interesting to me because I too crave the deliciousness of a perfect pastry now and again (usually cupcakes) and can totally sympathize if things don't go as planned. No sugar?! Ug!) Anyway, how about no matter how fascinating or day-to-day the blog post, add some pics of the wee ones who are changing every day, I bet! That way those of us missing out on the 17 diapers (bummer) can still feel a part of it all.
You've got a way with words Tara. I love this post.
I LOVE the muffin story because I had that EXACT same experience today infact!!!!!! Everyday life is the best!!!
Love it. I thought that I was busy until I read your post - you're much busier and I'm impressed that you can keep track of all of that. I can't remember what I did yesterday!
I write stories and motivate others to write their family stories. The fact is, that muffin experience has a great metaphor in it...for your life and ours. It could be juiced up if you really wanted to and the experiences of your day are plenty interesting to those who care about you. One day your girls will look at your day and say, "How did she do it all?" No words we pass on to our posterity are ever boring.
I love that your 'muffin story' was actually very interesting. Good for you getting out to the gym. I am jealous :)
I can't wait to see our pics that Amie took as well - Claire had some good ones and I am sure there were more that I didn't see.
I read this today; "We need not be atop high mountains or in sacred groves for God to be there. God is also there even in the mildest expressions of His presence." Neal A. Maxwell
Discoveries of His presence, real adventure.
If I was you i would be dang proud that I ate good and worked out and got a few hours of snuggle time inn. I swear that muffin stories are so common place in my house that if you have something better than a muffin story then it was to good to wait to be told. Keep up all the good work, you inspire me.
I love your "Muffin Stories" entry. Keep up the great writing--I love to read what you have to say, and it's never boring to me! Miss you!
I find those muffin stories a great part of life. Tara, you are so busy! What are you doing for work now a days?
Can you record my day for me? You would make it a lot more interesting and not so, shall we say, muffinish. :0
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