Monthly Archives: July 2011

dear moments

Spent a good part of last night turning my baby boy over from his tummy to his back, only to wipe more tears away an hour later when he would get stuck on his tummy again. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Once he got over, he just couldn’t figure out how to get back over again. His poor arm would be straight out while his legs were contorting him into some sort of A-frameish head-stand-like shape. Poor guy.

Luckily, we have a video monitor. Uh, right. The video monitor is like the coolest, worst invention ever. While I should’ve been fast asleep, I was laying in bed, staring at the video monitor, waiting for him to do it again. I kept wanting to wake my husband up to show him how cute our little man was being, but remembered it was 2am, 3am, 5:30am. Sigh.

My daughter, while relatively quiet through the night these days, always knows how to absolutely freak me out to get the day started. A couple of days ago, when I went to get her out of bed, she told me, in her own matter of fact way, “There’s a ghost in my bed, mommy.” I asked, “Where?” She replied, like I should already know and with thumb still in mouth, “Orver dere,” and pointed to the opposite corner of her crib.

Freaky. Visions of that Sixth Sense movie with the creepy kid sent shivers up my spine. I asked what the ghost was doing, still reeling, but intrigued, as I have a very impressionable imagination. She then told me, “The giant is in my clubhouse.” Whoa, this kid has an imagination, too. Think we need to cut back on the Scooby-Doo DVDs.

Trying to keep up my posts, but am cross-eyed from video-monitor induced sleep deprivation. Just wanted to hopefully share a few smiles with you this afternoon.

Cheers,

mommydiarist

P.S. I love that last picture! I am shooting in RAW now (whatever that means) on my DSLR , and I think it looks like she is running into some crazy dream world in the den. Maybe she is…..

destiny

About a month ago, I had absolutely reached my sleep deprivation limits, and my husband more or less forced me out of the house to spend the night in a hotel to get some rest. Did I sleep? Not really. BUT, I did get Pei-Wei take out, chocolate peanut butter cupcakes and watched four movies in my big king size bed, without interruption. Amazing!

One of the movies I watched was 127 Hours, you know, “the one about the guy who cuts off his arm.” The movie is based on an unattached thrill-seeker named Aron Ralston, who, while hiking alone, gets his arm wedged between a rock and a desert cave wall. He survives 5 days (127 Hours) with limited water. This guy is seriously Macgyver X 35. It is an amazing movie and you should watch it today. Just look away when he cuts off his arm. Blech!!

Anyway, to the point of my entry today. In the movie, Aron reflects on his life as if, from day one, he had been on a life-long crash course with this rock. All of the paths in his life led him to that day, that cave, that rock. Only a premonition of the life he has yet to live gives him to strength to change his destiny. (Interesting sidenote–when park rangers went out to retrieve the arm, it took 13 men, a winch and a hydraulic jack to move the boulder. He was most definitely not supposed to make it out of there.)

Now, I know I am getting deep here, but stay with me. I think of all of the special moments in my life and all of things that make me who I am. Nearly 10 years ago, at some random college party, I unknowingly met the man I would eventually marry. Through this simple meeting, my life, which was on track to head to school in Chicago, has moved from Missouri to Texas to Arizona to Virginia. I went from an English Major to full-time business professional to mom to college student to mom again. I went from sorority girl, to Army groupie, to mom’s group member.

I guess what I am trying to say is that regardless of the path that life takes, it is important to always be aware of your own “boulder.” It is absolutely impossible to predict the future. But, it is possible to be prepared for it by living each day to the absolute fullest and appreciating all the things that make your life wonderful, from small things, like Kashi’s Dark Mocha Almond Granola Bars (which I am OBSESSED with) to nights on the patio with your husband, marveling at the fact that two children you have created are asleep inside your home. Never miss an opportunity to make your life your own and to enjoy the stumbles and falls. Just watch out for falling rocks.  

Cheers,

Mommydiarist

P.S. Sorry if this is a little too preachy-like. I actually slept for like 5 hours straight last night, and I am almost giddy with well-rested ambition.

New Plans.

So, I had these huge, grandiose plans to start a blog. I was going to be creative; I was going to connect. I got the site, customized it, sent out the link. Then, a few things got in the way. First, I didn’t like the previous format for my other blog–too cutesy and confusing. I’d like to tell you about my other distractions.

The first is my little 4 1/2 month baby boy. He is wondrously zen throughout the day, and loves to cuddle and smile. Now that he can actually get his toes into his mouth, he may quite possibly be the happiest little man in the entire world. However, he has decided in the past month that he no longer needs to sleep after 1am, which does not work very well for the rest of the family. Even Spike and Stella (our 4-year old schnoodles) are dragging from lack of sleep.

The second “distraction” is my two-year-old toddler genius. She is a sparkling gem of a girl, and she will tell you so. She is daddy’s princess, as much as I despise that term, and she likes to change clothes at least five times per day. Today she told me, “If I get in Brother’s jumper, my ticket straight to bed.” Right now, we are working to establish consequences around this place. I’ll let you know how that goes when she actually starts listening to anything that I say. Which will most likely be never.

And, then there’s my lovely husband of nearly 7 years, who on any given Tuesday will come home and drag his family to Baltimore for a ballgame, just to say we went. He is wickedly smart and entertaining, and some days it is hard to do things like laundry when I could simply listen and learn from his passionate ramblings.

In a nutshell, this is my life. Since I have never before been a mother of two, and really never quite got the hang of being a mother of one, each day presents a vast expanse of challenges. Some days I fail, and some days I feel unstoppable, like Lynda Carter without the costume. However, each day I take deep breaths and move forward, knowing that I love my family more than life itself. So, for now, small goals. Will try to write again soon!