Monday, March 14, 2011


When I studied abroad I spent a lot of time on my own.  A lot of time just out and about.  And all that time with notebooks and journals recording my experiences and musings.  I was at a point where I was anticipating moving on to the next phase in my life.  

First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage.

A long with the stories of train rides, and sight-seeing, I wrote goals for my future life, my life as a wife and as a mother.  I'll pass on the sappy details of the kind of wife I wanted to be (but am not really), but share one of my goals as a mother.  My greatest goal for building family unity and breaking the monotony of daily life at home was to regularly celebrate obscure holidays. 

At the time my example was "like the day ice cream was invented", which I have yet to integrate as a yearly tradition, but one that I love and have had to work hard to remember because it's too good to pass up is Pi Day. 

3.14. . .

With a little bit of forethought, and a decent chunk of time this afternoon, I was able to produce a pie on Pi Day.  (Although I've heard tale of pie parties on Pi Day for many years--I do believe this was my first year participating.)

Owen was totally bewildered.  But anytime you "talk something up" they will go along and be excited about it.  And the best part was--the boys actually ate their pie.  Sometimes they get really excited about something I am making and then aren't actually that impressed when they take a bite.  But I suppose the purpose was still served--life was a little more interesting around here this afternoon and evening.

Here's to any and all future days of celebration for any of the smallest reasons!

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