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Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
2010
2010
Take a look at that number. 2010. Does it look weird and futuristic? Like something you thought about in the 70s and 80s and couldn't even fathom because it was just so far off? Do you ever glance at it and think DAYUM!, we're here already!?! I do. I am.
Monday, February 15, 2010
"Sweaty"
This morning as WA, IA and I were imitating animals, I asked WA what he would name a dog. His answer? "Sweaty". Sweaty?? Yes, Sweaty. I'm really not sure what this says, or where it came from, but it gave me a nice laugh and made me wonder, even more, how that little brain of his works. I was expecting something more along the lines of "Barky" or "Waggy"...certainly not "Sweaty". I think we'll wait a bit to add a canine to the family 'till WA's naming skills mature.
Friday, February 12, 2010
I mean seriously....COME ON!
Last week IA was back in the ER after turning blue and this week WA spent Tuesday at home with me with a nasty case of pink eye. Heavens above, what the heck is going on here?!? This is about the ump-enth illness in our household in the past two months...let's not even count hospital stays, ERs, doctor's visits, x-rays and trips the the pharmacy! I have no idea what I did in a past life or if I'm being punished for the silly mistakes of my youth, but COME ON!!
Am and am not
Here are two things I am not...
1. artistic
and
2. skinny
I wish I were both, but I'm just not. Yes, I do consider myself creative (it's part of my job and I've been told I have an eye for color), but I'm not "artistic". Executing art projects, especially on snow or sick days, does not come as first nature to me. Both of my parents were (and are) great artists. My mom was a pretty good painter and even her handwriting was swooshie and clean, but not cutesy. Mine? Complete mush. I should have been a doctor. My Dad is also a great artist. For some reason these genes skipped my generation (my brother also being a complete fail at art of any kind). I am secretly hoping that one of my kids will repose these long lost genes and paint me a pretty picture one day. Until then, we have the art easel up and the paints out. I can't say I'm a great mentor, but I do love watching WA and IA paint their hearts out.
I've also never been a small woman.At my skinniest, I was still solid. Now, I'm just fat. Two kids, a mother's death, a major life move. Yes, it's all gotten the best of me. Some days I just don't have the energy to care and others I get crippling blues as a result, and still some I am motivated for change. My friend Sarah and I are going to attempt a half marathon next year, so I am hoping to regain some semblance of fitness, even if it doesn't mean I'm "skinny". It's going to be a very looooong road, but it's something I've been wanting to do for a while. Fitting this in to my schedule will be a serious challenge and one I hope I can rise to. Wish us luck!
Here are two things I am...
1. appreciative
and
2. a good Mom
Even at my bluest (and admittedly there has been a lot of that recently), I am still so, so thankful for what I have, what I've been given and what I have accomplished. Some days I embody this better than others, but it's always there. I think sometimes that feeling of gratitude is the only thing that gets me through. And yes, I am thankful for that too!
At my worst, I'm a good Mom. I had an amazing example and one that I am constantly striving to live up to. My son, WA, can be a challenge. He is a will-full, stubborn kid. Combine that with the age of 3 and I often have a kid that pushes me to the brink. Finding the right parenting balance with him has been hard. I don't always hit that balance, but I try my hardest. His loving, listening, cooperative days can't be beat...and these are definitely what gets me through the not-so-great days. I often find myself jealous of Moms that walk around with well mannered mellow kids in tow. Not that mine is a complete horror show, but he's just active and has a mind of his own. I am constantly changing my techniques to fit the situation, and most times it works. Other times it does not. I wish there were more of a manual or support group, because I feel very isolated sometimes when attempting to figure out best approaches, random behaviors, personality vs. environment. It's a lot to try and weed out. Though I don't rise to the challenge perfectly every time, I think I do a pretty good job. I'm a good Mom.
I guess I am and am not a lot of things. That makes me, me. Sometimes I struggle, sometimes I thrive. Welcome to life Mrs. A!
1. artistic
and
2. skinny
I wish I were both, but I'm just not. Yes, I do consider myself creative (it's part of my job and I've been told I have an eye for color), but I'm not "artistic". Executing art projects, especially on snow or sick days, does not come as first nature to me. Both of my parents were (and are) great artists. My mom was a pretty good painter and even her handwriting was swooshie and clean, but not cutesy. Mine? Complete mush. I should have been a doctor. My Dad is also a great artist. For some reason these genes skipped my generation (my brother also being a complete fail at art of any kind). I am secretly hoping that one of my kids will repose these long lost genes and paint me a pretty picture one day. Until then, we have the art easel up and the paints out. I can't say I'm a great mentor, but I do love watching WA and IA paint their hearts out.
I've also never been a small woman.At my skinniest, I was still solid. Now, I'm just fat. Two kids, a mother's death, a major life move. Yes, it's all gotten the best of me. Some days I just don't have the energy to care and others I get crippling blues as a result, and still some I am motivated for change. My friend Sarah and I are going to attempt a half marathon next year, so I am hoping to regain some semblance of fitness, even if it doesn't mean I'm "skinny". It's going to be a very looooong road, but it's something I've been wanting to do for a while. Fitting this in to my schedule will be a serious challenge and one I hope I can rise to. Wish us luck!
Here are two things I am...
1. appreciative
and
2. a good Mom
Even at my bluest (and admittedly there has been a lot of that recently), I am still so, so thankful for what I have, what I've been given and what I have accomplished. Some days I embody this better than others, but it's always there. I think sometimes that feeling of gratitude is the only thing that gets me through. And yes, I am thankful for that too!
At my worst, I'm a good Mom. I had an amazing example and one that I am constantly striving to live up to. My son, WA, can be a challenge. He is a will-full, stubborn kid. Combine that with the age of 3 and I often have a kid that pushes me to the brink. Finding the right parenting balance with him has been hard. I don't always hit that balance, but I try my hardest. His loving, listening, cooperative days can't be beat...and these are definitely what gets me through the not-so-great days. I often find myself jealous of Moms that walk around with well mannered mellow kids in tow. Not that mine is a complete horror show, but he's just active and has a mind of his own. I am constantly changing my techniques to fit the situation, and most times it works. Other times it does not. I wish there were more of a manual or support group, because I feel very isolated sometimes when attempting to figure out best approaches, random behaviors, personality vs. environment. It's a lot to try and weed out. Though I don't rise to the challenge perfectly every time, I think I do a pretty good job. I'm a good Mom.
I guess I am and am not a lot of things. That makes me, me. Sometimes I struggle, sometimes I thrive. Welcome to life Mrs. A!
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