I'm changing things up. This is no longer a blog for my family. Nope. Everyone always tells me - "take time for yourself"..."do something for yourself"..."keep something for yourself"...
So this is mine. This blog is alllll miiiiine. To write whatever the hell I please. Don't have to talk about kids, or husbands, or being a mom, or anything. I can vent. I can be funny. I can be vulgar if I choose. I can post pictures, or stories, or poems, or just really freakin' funny stuff that I find elsewhere.
I've been following the blogosphere for a bit of time now, and realize that my favorites are written by people who don't necessarily follow any particular theme all the time. They write what they want, when the urge moves them. Don't get me wrong, I love the advice, fashion, craft and most definitely, the wine blogs. But for me...for what I feel like doing...I'm going to just go along with my gut. Whatever moves me. Whatever floats my boat. I've never been good at keeping up with this blog, so maybe this will change things up a little. Perhaps it'll motivate me a little more.
And maybe, just maybe...if you're lucky...I'll post a picture or two of my kiddos and Clark Kent lookalike husband and let you know how they're surviving.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
22 Things I've Learned as a Mother
This blog entry has been going around for a month or two now, and I just love reading them all...because I can relate. So here's my list of the 22 (plus a thousand!) things I've learned since becoming a mom to my two beautiful daughters. Most are on the lighter side, but you moms will be able to decipher the important messages from all of them.
1. Before kids (BK), I didn't realize how selfish I was. Now, I understand and I sometimes MISS being able to be selfish...just a little.
2. Hands aren't your only "hands." So are your feet/toes, mouth, butt, knees.
3. Showers are luxuries.
4. It's okay to leave your kids with a babysitter for a few hours on the weekend - even if they've been in day care all week.
5. I understand now why women get boob jobs.
6. The 5-second rule stands, and can be extended to 10- or 15-seconds if necessary.
7. There's nothing better than the smell of an infant's freshly bathed skin/hair. There's not much worse than the smell of baby vomit.
8. There's nothing better than the sound of a sleeping child's breath.
9. A clean house is NOT important. However, a husband cleaning a house is great foreplay.
10. Pizza IS a balanced meal.
11. "Perfect" comes in many forms.
12. Children can be teachers - I've learned some of my biggest life-lessons from my girls.
13. Santa is a great parenting tool. Turns out "he's watching" alllllll the time.
14. Expensive toys are never as much fun as tupperware, pots, and pans stacked neatly in a cabinet.
15. Snacks = Sanity.
16. Toddlers always have to pee after the snowsuit, hat, mittens, scarve, and boots are on...ALWAYS.
17. Bribery works. But so does offering choice.
18. Balance is essential - and the hardest part of my life to perfect.
19. Couch cushions make awesome castles, forts, trampolines, beds, and punching bags - as well as the best place to nap with your child on your belly.
20. Some days going to my office can be just as good as a day at the beach.
21. Youth IS wasted on the naive - and I wanna go back.
22. I am a GREAT mom.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Things that aren't toys:
The dog food/water bowls
Tampons
The toilet brush
The humidifier
The dog's tail (or feet or ears or hair)
Daddy's glasses
Anya's ponytail
Sharpie's
The dishwasher
The one electrical outlet I forgot to plug
Toilets
Stairs
Wire hangers
Door locks
The washer or dryer (inside or out)
Remote controls
The volume knob on the stereo
Dog Bones
Mommy's textbooks
Dirty underwear
Toilet paper
Oh hell. Fine. Have it.
Tampons
The toilet brush
The humidifier
The dog's tail (or feet or ears or hair)
Daddy's glasses
Anya's ponytail
Sharpie's
The dishwasher
The one electrical outlet I forgot to plug
Toilets
Stairs
Wire hangers
Door locks
The washer or dryer (inside or out)
Remote controls
The volume knob on the stereo
Dog Bones
Mommy's textbooks
Dirty underwear
Toilet paper
Oh hell. Fine. Have it.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Dear Sonja,
Happy Birthday, my beautiful, sweet, kind, loving baby girl. Your birthday was over a week ago, but today is the anniversary of what I like to think of as your second birth date.
On November 9th, You were born into my arms, the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. I have never witnessed such wonder as I did that day. And I never could have imagined what was about to happen.
Oh, my sweet baby, you were so sick and we didn't know it. When the doctors told us, I still couldn't believe it. How could such a perfect child be so stricken? But they were right. And I had to let go of you, give you to them, so they could save you.
We were so scared, confused, sad, angry, hopeless at times. But when we looked at you, you gave us strength. YOU were strong...how could we not be? Your courage gave us hope. Your family and friends picked us up and carried us, cradled us, loved us so that we could be stronger for you.
For days we sat with you, by your crib, held you when we could. We talked and sang to you for hours upon hours, through the days and into the nights. We laid our hands upon you so you could feel us. You were surrounded by family, friends, strangers and caregivers who sent you great amounts of love and strength for the days and weeks you were about to endure. You didn't know it then, and you might not know it now, but you are the most loved child on this earth.
On this day, one year ago, the nurses put you in my arms one last time before they took you from me for the last time. I whispered to you, "be strong," while I was crumbling inside and out. I kissed you. Then I sent you with the doctors so you could be saved.
For 6 hours we waited for you to return to us. We knew you would. There was no other option. We put your tiny little heart into the hands of the most amazing doctor in the world - at least he is to us. Your heart, the size of a robin's egg, and even more delicate was now in the hands of a man we had never met before you were born. I remember staring at those hands, surely too large for a procedure like this. We were trusting this man with your life...our lives. And he saved you. He saved us. He gave you a new life.
On this day, one year ago, a doctor we had never met gave us a second chance. And you've never looked back.
My sweet Sonja, you are the love of my life. You've left an imprint on this world that will never be erased. Your joy fills every room you visit. Your smile brings sunshine to a dark day. And your heart, your tiny little heart that was once broken, is filled with abundant love and happiness.
There is this verse in one of my favorite songs that will always remind me of my love for you:
Love and happiness to you always, my beautiful baby.
On November 9th, You were born into my arms, the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. I have never witnessed such wonder as I did that day. And I never could have imagined what was about to happen.
Oh, my sweet baby, you were so sick and we didn't know it. When the doctors told us, I still couldn't believe it. How could such a perfect child be so stricken? But they were right. And I had to let go of you, give you to them, so they could save you.
We were so scared, confused, sad, angry, hopeless at times. But when we looked at you, you gave us strength. YOU were strong...how could we not be? Your courage gave us hope. Your family and friends picked us up and carried us, cradled us, loved us so that we could be stronger for you.
For days we sat with you, by your crib, held you when we could. We talked and sang to you for hours upon hours, through the days and into the nights. We laid our hands upon you so you could feel us. You were surrounded by family, friends, strangers and caregivers who sent you great amounts of love and strength for the days and weeks you were about to endure. You didn't know it then, and you might not know it now, but you are the most loved child on this earth.
On this day, one year ago, the nurses put you in my arms one last time before they took you from me for the last time. I whispered to you, "be strong," while I was crumbling inside and out. I kissed you. Then I sent you with the doctors so you could be saved.
For 6 hours we waited for you to return to us. We knew you would. There was no other option. We put your tiny little heart into the hands of the most amazing doctor in the world - at least he is to us. Your heart, the size of a robin's egg, and even more delicate was now in the hands of a man we had never met before you were born. I remember staring at those hands, surely too large for a procedure like this. We were trusting this man with your life...our lives. And he saved you. He saved us. He gave you a new life.
On this day, one year ago, a doctor we had never met gave us a second chance. And you've never looked back.
My sweet Sonja, you are the love of my life. You've left an imprint on this world that will never be erased. Your joy fills every room you visit. Your smile brings sunshine to a dark day. And your heart, your tiny little heart that was once broken, is filled with abundant love and happiness.
There is this verse in one of my favorite songs that will always remind me of my love for you:
You will always have a lucky star
That shines because of what you are
Even in the deepest dark
Because your aim is true
And if i could only have one wish
Darling, then it would be this
Love and happiness for you
Love and happiness to you always, my beautiful baby.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Dear Universe:
when did I become so lame? I mean really, I used to be fun! Energetic! Enthused! Adventurous! This weekend you gave me a chance to spend 24 uninterrupted hours with my husband, away from the kids, and all I wanted to do was sleep...and then get back to the kids! What cruel irony.
Is there a way to get my "old self" back, within the framework of my current life? Will my wild-n-crazy fun side ever come back for a visit? Lately, my version of what's "fun" is planning a 1st birthday party; going to the pumpkin patch in Denver; staying up until 10p to be able to watch Grey's and Private Practice. Friday and Saturday nights are reduced to seeing how quickly we can get to bed to catch up on rest from the week. Didn't it used to be the other way around???
Speaking of my "old self", can you do anything about the wrinkles forming around my eyes, forehead, mouth? Can you help a little with the jiggleinthemiddle that's formed after the babes? A little lift here and there wouldn't hurt - "the girls" have really taken a hit from the breastfeeding & pumping! Hey, remember when I had great boobs?
Oh, Universe, your cruel ways. Are you trying to teach me a lesson? Yes, it's all worth it. Yes, I love my family. Yes, I would do it all over again in a heartbeat to have my babies. Yes, I'd sacrifice even more to have a healthy and happy family, as I do today. And yes, I'm even starting to miss the sleepless nights holding and rocking my precious bundles back to sleep. But seriously, I'm missing all the other stuff too - like when I wasn't so lame.
Respectfully yours (I'm afraid),
Amy
Is there a way to get my "old self" back, within the framework of my current life? Will my wild-n-crazy fun side ever come back for a visit? Lately, my version of what's "fun" is planning a 1st birthday party; going to the pumpkin patch in Denver; staying up until 10p to be able to watch Grey's and Private Practice. Friday and Saturday nights are reduced to seeing how quickly we can get to bed to catch up on rest from the week. Didn't it used to be the other way around???
Speaking of my "old self", can you do anything about the wrinkles forming around my eyes, forehead, mouth? Can you help a little with the jiggleinthemiddle that's formed after the babes? A little lift here and there wouldn't hurt - "the girls" have really taken a hit from the breastfeeding & pumping! Hey, remember when I had great boobs?
Oh, Universe, your cruel ways. Are you trying to teach me a lesson? Yes, it's all worth it. Yes, I love my family. Yes, I would do it all over again in a heartbeat to have my babies. Yes, I'd sacrifice even more to have a healthy and happy family, as I do today. And yes, I'm even starting to miss the sleepless nights holding and rocking my precious bundles back to sleep. But seriously, I'm missing all the other stuff too - like when I wasn't so lame.
Respectfully yours (I'm afraid),
Amy
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