Thursday, January 14, 2016

I figure I should blog at least once this year

This is my toddler. Last time I blogged, she was 17 months old and now I'm starting to think about her SECOND birthday party.

I've been wanting to blog but (as cliche as it sounds) I just don't have the time. In October, I was promoted at work and I get almost zero desk time so breaks just don't exist. When I'm home, the last thing I want to do is use my brain to type a blog post but I often go to bed with one formulating in my head.

So what is new? Here is a summary:
*J is amazing. She is smart and funny and silly. She is sassy and says "NO" more than I'd like. She loves Elmo and her "ABC's" which she know says. She loves books and the old iphone. She can actually say iphone along with dozens of other words. Over the past few weeks, she will repeat anything and everything that is said to her. As you can see above, she also discovered pockets (pockies, as she calls them) and will ask if you have pockets and fully expects you to utilize your pockies if you have them!

*The same time I was promoted at work (through a long interview process), Chris also applied and interviewed for a position with his company instead of being a contractor. Our situations were so similar and we started our new (but same) jobs just days apart. We are both doing the same job duties which is good but just in more secure positions. Yay for finally being an adult!

*I'm currently training for a half marathon. I am running THIS race, just like I did in 2009. One of the reasons why I love blogging is that I have a record of my past. I'm about 5 weeks into training and up to running 5 miles straight. It hurts but I'm getting there!

If I can find the energy and brain power, I would love to blog about motherhood more. There is so much to say. Until next time.....

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Don't Rush Her

I recall being at the gym over a decade ago. I was on the stationary bike when a mother and her young daughter walked by. The little girl was probably no older than 3. As she walked by the lounge room, she stopped to look at the people watching television. Her mother waited patiently for her daughter's observation time to be over. She didn't grab her arm and drag her away. She did urge her to keep walking.

She allowed her daughter to take her time. She allowed her child to process what she was seeing at her own speed.

I have always remembered this moment. I thought to myself "Be that mom. The mom that doesn't make her child rush when no rush is necessary."

When I pick up Julia from daycare and she is running around playing with no interest in leaving, I let her play.

When she is lingering around the house, taking her time to get out the door, I let her linger.

When she wants to hug my legs instead of going this way or that way, I let her.

When she sits on my lap before I place her in the car seat and she rests her head on my chest, I squeeze her little body and kiss her head. If we sit there for 10 minutes in the driveway or the parking lot, that is okay. I think to myself, "These are the moments. Don't rush her."

I'm rarely in a hurry to get anywhere. I'm already 10 minutes late to work every day. If I'm 11 minutes late because I spent an extra minute with my arms wrapped around my child, I think that was a minute well spent.

Don't rush. These moments are fleeting.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Time marches on

She is 16.5 months old. But in my mind, she was just born. The sleepless nights and endless feedings aren't yet a distant memory.

Each phase comes and goes so quickly. You laugh and marvel at her development, thinking back to when she did nothing but sleep and eat. And that funny motion she made with her arms is suddenly gone, never to be repeated again no matter how hard you try to get her to do it.

But there is a new phase. A new skill. Equally fascinating and funny. And with time you understand that before you know it, that will be gone only to be replaced with something else. Rinse and repeat. The cycle of child development is thrilling.

While the world may still see her as a baby, the time you spend with her brings to light just how much she has grown. When the vacuum cord knocks the cat food dish 4 feet to the left, your "baby" picks it up and carries it back to where it belongs. This didn't occur via a parental request. She took it upon herself to fix something that was out of place. And when you see this happen, a lump will form in your throat, your heart will drop into your stomach and you will come to terms with time moving faster than you can even imagine.

The back to school pictures plastered all over social media flash you forward. Will she ever been that kid? Yes. And sooner than you are prepared for.

My friend moved her oldest daughter into her college dorm last week. I sent her a text a few days later to check on her. Her response was heartbreaking:

I'm surprised by how depressed I feel. Really. You tell yourself you know she's going way ahead of time. Does it help? No. Not at all.

I can't relate to moving my child out of my house, away from my protective wings but I do commiserate with the feeling of complete sadness when one phase ends and another begins. Sadness joined together with joy because they are stretching their own wings, experiencing life on their own terms. My friend's daughter is conquering college and living on her own while my child has mastered stepping out of the front door and down to tiny steps without assistance. Independence in two forms.

I remain sentimental about motherhood. I imagine I always will. The picture on my desk at work is of a smiling 3 month old. Her hair is whispy and dark and patchy which is nothing like the blonde locks that fall down in front of her face every morning when I pick her out of her crib. 

Didn't I take that picture yesterday? Isn't she still that small? 

I can't imagine her getting older than she is today. I can't imagine her being anything different than she is now. Motherhood is cruel in that way.

We aren't ready but time marches on.

And it waits for no one.  

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Favorite Kid, Favorite City

Sausalito, California
August 2, 2015
11 days shy of 16 months

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Another Weight Loss Post

When I complain about gaining weight, my husband says "you work out all the time, how do you gain weight?"

To which I reply, "I LOVE FOOD TOO MUCH!"

The past 15 days, I've restricted my eating in order to retrain my body. I've had no candy, no ice cream, no pastries, no fast food. I have had 2 small pieces of birthday cake and included dark chocolate chunks in the granola balls I made yesterday. But I have made no trips to the vending machine at work. I haven't stopped at the gas station for a morning muffin and there have been no indulging in the mini-drumsticks sitting in my freezer.

And I've proudly lost 7 pounds so far. SO FAR. The problem is that my weight today is my stall out weight. I haven't been able to get below it since birthing my child 15.5 months ago. I've gone up and back down to this exact weight-but never below.

If I can lost 7 pounds in 15 days, I know I can lose another 7 in 15 more days. I'll need to continue with my NO FUN eating plan, count my calories and exercise at least 5 times a week. But more importantly than any of that is not getting discouraged at how hard this might get as my body stalls out.

7 more pounds will put me at the weight I was the day I found out I was pregnant-August 2, 2013.  And while losing more than 7 pounds would be healthy, I am just going to take it 7 pounds at a time, one day at a time.

Here is a list of the food I have consumed so far today: 1150 calories.....

Breakfast Burrito and 4 oz of orange juice
Fruit leather and a small orange
Chopped up Steak and chicken with cheese, salsa and a tortilla (think a Chipotle bowl but not as good)
Pudding cup
Wheat thins
Granola balls

Dinner will consist of sweet potatoes sliced and baked in the oven and probably more steak and chicken (leftovers from a party this weekend).

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Our 4th of July

The Fourth of July is my favorite holiday. My husband doesn't believe me (What about Christmas, he says). There are no fireworks on Christmas! There is no red, white and blue. No parades and no block parties.

I love the 4th! And it seems Julia is a fan as well. We started the day in my hometown watching the parade. She oooohed and aaaaahhhhed and waved and smiled for the first 20 minutes. Then she wanted to walk into the street and be in the parade. So we spent a good portion walking around, saying hi to friends and trying to stay on the sidewalks. When it was clear to me that she was no longer happy being a spectator, we packed up and left.

She napped in the afternoon and with Chris supervising her during nap time (she was in our bed), I set up our driveway with Julia's water table and baby pool, lawn chairs and the cooler. I sat in the chair, feet placed in the pool, drinking a wine cooler and waiting for family to arrive.

The rest of the night was so much fun! Food, fireworks, s'mores! And Julia stayed up until 9:00 p.m. having a blast. She wasn't scared of the loud pops from the fireworks we set off and was wide-eyed and amazed by the colors. Lots of "oh wow" coming from her mouth! She went to bed right before the big fireworks show started without a fuss and slept until 7:00 a.m. A RECORD!

Last year, she was just a tiny 11 week old who had no idea what on earth was happening. This year, a week shy of being 15 months and lovin' life!

Friday, June 12, 2015

Love Letter

I cradled you in my arms after a long day of playing at school and at home. You explore so well. You are wonderfully curious. It is a quality we never want to stifle.

You grabbed at my ears. It is always the ears. When I grabbed back at yours, you smiled and giggled through the pacifier you were holding hostage in your mouth. Your eyes were heavy but still full of life, fighting off the exhaustion of a busy day.

I put you down to wander around the room only to find you back in my arms a short time later. This time, my nose is the object of your interest. You grab it and I grab yours back. Cute as a button, that tiny little sniffer on your face.

I shift you onto my lap and you pull at your feet. They are chubby and wonderful. I run my fingers across your toes and clap and rub the soles together. I remark to your dad how amazingly small your feet are and how I find it impossible to imagine them every being bigger. Those tiny, smooth heels with no wear and tear damage.

I cradle you again and I recap your day. Water play and naps. Snacks and lunch. Sitting in the garage together. Watching dad mow the lawn. Seeing the neighbors new baby. She is so tiny. You were never that small, were you?

I tell you what tomorrow will hold. Long naps for Grandma to catch up on your sleep. Probably a lot of inside play due to 100 degree weather. Reading books and crawling through the fun tunnel your Aunt gave you.

You take a bath and get comfortable in your pajamas. You are ready for bed but aren't quite done exploring around the house yet. Your eyes remain heavy and your voice begins to whimper and whine. It is now time for bed. You wave goodbye while grabbing at your bottle. You disappear up the stairs and the day is done.

Until tomorrow, my love. When we do it all over again. The greatest pleasure in my life is being your mom. Thank you for being you. Incredible Julia.