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Today's Theme: Taking the time to do the things you love when the only time you have is after midnight.

I've been on a late night random cooking binge. What I mean by random, is that I don't necessarily plan the project. The items are a strange brainstorm of whatever grabs my eye on the grocery store shelves. The dishes do not blend well together. There is no yin to the yang, and the result is culinary schizophrenia. For example, last night I stuffed bell-peppers, made the new trader joe green-tea muffin mix, and prepped a loaf of garlic bread for future broiling.

No I am not pregnant.

It's just that I have been so busy with other projects, shopping lists have just not been happening.

I've been thinking lately about all my ancient twisted karma. This is something we chant at my favorite Zen retreat that i go to every several years, and it's been on my mind lately. It is chanted in a vibrating monotone way..."allllll my ancieeent... twisteeed... karma..." in a dimly lit temple surrounded by cloaked monks. I just love that image, that all of the baggage we carry around is ancient and twisted. It makes you humble to think that the burdens we carry are ancient; puts things in perspective.

Anyway- this has been my mantra. And the karma that has been popping up in my head is my judgmentalism. This tendency on my part is a struggle that I do not wish on anyone, because the judgment gets pointed at myself more than anyone.

With that in mind, can I just brag for a minute about my little guys latest achievements in acrobats? Let's just say that Leo is a rock star on the playground. However, his desires surpass his abilities and he attempts things that he is not quite ready for, resulting in a repetedly bumped head and multiple purple goose eggs protruding from his forehead. Tired of feeling anxiety that my child will hit one of the giant goose eggs protruding out from his forehead, and not wanting to see what a giant purple goose egg portruding from a pre-existing giant purple goose egg looks like (a unicorn child perhaps?), I decided to sign Leo up to be a Tootsie Roller at Acrosports- this really cool acrobatics gym here in SF.

Oh my God, I've become one of those sports parents. How did this happen? Leo's first Tootsie ROller class... My little guy takes off running to get in line for the obstacle course, and when it's his turn he trampolines his way, with pure joy, across the gym floor and (I skip over the other obstacles to my favorite part...) from a platform maye 4 or 5 feet high, leaps into the air, grabs the flying trapeze, lifts his feet and tucks them to the bar, and swings through the air maybe 12 feet, lowers his legs, and falls, sticking a perfect landing! Afran and I jump up and yell ecstatically "wooohooo Leo!!". We are practically high fiving each other we are so ridiculous. (The other parents glance at us, disinterested, and return to their cell phone calls, magazines or chats.)

Of course to top it all off Leo looks up at us high above him in the balcony and yells to us "Me Yuv You Mommy!!" It reverberates through the gymnasium, and I am self conscious but beaming with pride and shock. Did the little baked potato that I gave birth to just do what i think he did? It looked so strange, and yet was one of the biggest thrils of my life!!!!!!! Afran and I rode that high for DAYS!!!