Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
We have been counting our blessings, our parents have been right at the top of the list. There are a number of circumstances surrounding this that really point to God's grace and provision for us. We have been able to find humor in our situation. Brian has somehow made time to make some great memories with the kids. He didn't have to miss Aimee's first Christmas program.
We have been celebrating Christmas all month in our home. Every day we have done something to celebrate the season. I have continued with those daily Christmas activities, but there have been times this week when I felt like I really might just fall into a heap. Luckily, I havn't and every day seems a little better. For example, today I had a revelation; we are really loved. That helps a lot. We have received many kind words, offers for help, and even a shiny new sport coat for Brian to wear on an interview. "It's Chaps!" :-)
Brian has an interview tomorrow. (Monday at 11). Please please pray, send positive vibes, light a candle, whatever. I have a phone interview on Tuesday, so if you can remember me too that would be great.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
I won't go into details about the bad things that have happened to us and those around us lately. If you are close to us, you probably know of at least 1 or 2. So as we see those around us become victims of life's sadness and we enter into that fraternity along with them, I've made an observation that I think is worth sharing.
As I have become both the bearer and recipient of bad news over the past few weeks I've seen a pattern. When someone has to give bad news, there is usually a seconds-long hesitation. Like the person speaking stops to think to themselves, "I can't believe I have to say this". And when someone makes that little pause, if you are the listener, you can feel it coming. You steel yourself for the bad news to come and wait for it. If you are giving the bad news, When the words finally form in the back of your mouth and escape through your lips with a little puff of air, you can almost feel your soul climb out of your chest and vaporize with those words.
The Bible is SO right about the spoken word. That part about having the power to build and to destroy? Yeah, it's true.
I could never understand the "sweep it under the rug" people. Those people that pretend that nothing is ever wrong. I have to admit that I'm starting to get it. Words are really powerful. When we speak it into our lives, we validate that it's real. In this growing up process, I don't want to sweep things under the rug. I want to accept reality, without becoming an "only happy when it rains" type of person either. (It's SOO easy to become that! I think I used to be one!)
I need words in my life right now. I need the kind that have the healing and rebuilding power. Not the other kind. Even if sweeping it under the rug is easier.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
I'm sitting there deep in concentration when I notice from the corner of my eye a 9 yr old boy staring at me while he was waiting for his hot chocolate. I mean *really staring*. I look up and smile at him. He looks at me for a second, looks away, and then wanders a little closer to me. This scene is repeated 3 more times until he's finally 3 feet away from my table. I finally break the awkward silence by asking him very nicely, "Um...is there something you want to know?"
He breaks a smile and fires away this series of questions, "Are you doing homework? Are you in High School or College? (God bless his heart) Is it hard?" So I answer his questions and try to explain what Logic means.
Now let me give you a some more info before I tell you this next part.
We are at a Starbucks. He's ordering Hot Chocolate. At Starbucks. In this economy. He's 9. His mom and Grandmother are buying expensive coffee gifts. He is very well spoken.
So then he says, "I'm in tutoring right now because my mom has made a lot of mistakes in life and I hear homework just gets harder and harder."
Right when he says that his mother and Gma come around the corner and they engage me in a really nice conversation, apologize for the interruption and leave.
I know that may not *sound* funny, but it really was, and the Starbucks Barista's who watched the entire thing agreed with me.
I came home after 5 hours of studying to a jubilant celebration from Aimee and Daniel. They were very happy to have spent time with Daddy, but they missed me too and it was nice to get a happy greeting.
THEN, a good friend performed an amazing act of kindness and generosity by bringing over 3 square meals. THREE. Aimee and Daniel, who were offered up their Dad's special grilled cheese and bolognia sandwiches for dinner, were very glad for it, indeed.
A much needed GREAT DAY!
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
It's happened to me a few times.
1. I was a freshman at Purdue. I was President of a Latino student organization. I had put together an amazing party as a fund raiser for the group and to celebrate Hispanic Heritage month. I had been at the party location all day and I took all my stuff to get ready for the party in my nice Eddie Bauer backpack. I tucked my bag in a cabinet in the bathroom thinking, "Hey! I know most of the these people! No one would take something that wasn't theres anyway right?" WRONG. Items Lost: Some clothes, a new bottle of Estee Lauder perfume, all my make up, the nicest backpack I ever owned. I couldn't believe that someone that I probably knew would do that to me. It still stings a little when I think about it.
2. I was working for a health insurance company. I was a community relations manager and I did a lot of charitable work in the inner city. It was Christmas time. We were doing "Free Pictures with Santa". Someone broke into my car. Items Lost: The Santa suit and my work bag with a cute little album with my wedding pictures in it. It makes me angry when I think about that cute little photo album.
3. Working for the same insurance company. I was invited to join an coalition of organizations that help ex-cons reintegrate into society. I was at their annual meeting. Someone broke into my car while three guys on their lunch break watched. They came out to tell me what had happened, no one thought to call the cops. Items Lost: My brand new car radio that I had JUST received for Christmas from Brian. A large collection of CD's, and my work pager. (They tried to get me to pay for it.) Ironic.
I'm sorry Yoli. It's a terrible feeling to realize that someone has violated you by taking your stuff.
PS.... Where is the secret service when you need them? Isn't Hyde Park supposed to be like the safest place in the nation next to the White House now?
Monday, December 01, 2008
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I once read an article that defined what made you a grown up. I don't remember all of the criteria, but it included having a mortgage and having kids. Puerto Ricans say that you aren't a grown woman until you can make a good pot of arroz con gandules (Puerto Rican Rice). I still can't. I can tell you that having a mortgage and having kids doesn't always make you feel grown up. Sometimes you just feel like a kid with a mortgage and kids.
These past few months have solidly brought me into adulthood. Having to make difficult choices, suffering with those around me because I can't do anything else to make things better, not having time to be selfish, trying to build an fort of emotional safety for my kids so that they don't react to my stress, knowing that it's ok to not please everyone, making decisions that I know others will not approve of because they are right for my family, and finally, having the judgement to leave a really fun social event before the kids have a total meltdown even though I am having the time of my life (and being glad I did); these are the things that have made me grow up.
It is sobering. It's kind of sad.
I am starting to understand that cliche' about kids being a joy and all of that. When you are feeling really grown up, watching them joyfully experience life can fill your heart with so much tenderness (and yes, joy) that you can feel like a kid again and really appreciate it this time around. As hard as parenting really is, watching my little Danny toddle around while Aimee puts on a singing show makes me so happy that I actually feel light-headed sometimes.
Being a grown up isn't all I thought it would be. Early 20's was much more fun. Life was hard then too, but it didn't seem so real. Being in my early 30's with 2 little lives (3 if you want to count Remmy) to watch over makes every decision so much more FINAL and SCARY.
But you know what? It is great to share in moments of child-like joy with my kids. It feels good to know that I won't shut down, that I can deal with life, and that I can shake off the things that are unimportant. It feels damn good.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
This morning Brian made a really good breakfast. Hashbrowns topped with 2 perfectly cooked eggs over easy: runny yolks and perfectly white whites, three slices of thick cut bacon on the side, and a cup of really strong coffee. I took the kids to church while Brian did stuff around the house.
Worship was beautiful.
Kids slept. We made Caldo de Res and did homework.
We ate dinner and played "Daniel the Dinosaur".
Aimee made a whole family of Mr. Potatoheads and put on a puppet show with them.
She sang all night.
Tucked Aimee in and she ended the day with prayer. She's into thanking Jesus for her heart lately.
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
It is so exciting to think that her generation will think "that could be a very important man" when they see a black man on the street and not the negative stereotypes the generations before them grew up with.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
The military vets who have sacrificed life and limb. The men who committed their lives to fighting a war that began under lies and false pretenses, who trusted their government to provide them with basic protective gear and who didn't receive it. The guys who came home injured to a system that fails them and doesn't provide them with the care to deal with their injuries. I voted for a change in that system.
The working families that struggle to make ends meet and to fill their gas tanks and refrigerators, while the establishment continues to give incentives to big oil companies who have made record profits in a year when american families have had record losses. I voted to not give them any more breaks and to make them accountable for the resources they take from american soil and do not pay for.
The hundreds of elderly people that I personally met while I worked for the insurance companies that could not afford to buy both groceries and blood pressure meds. I voted to create a system that actually delivers on the promises that SS and Medicare made when they were paying all those taxes for the years that they worked.
The thousands of women that are faced with the decision to abort a child because they don't have insurance to cover maternity costs or a living wage to support the child. I voted to end abortion by addressing the root causes, one baby at a time.
The innocent men and women who have been tortured and jailed in secret prisons without the right to fight for their freedom. Habeus Corpus is a human right.
The constitution that has been the foundation of our society. The strength of our nation. I voted for an administration that will respect the constitution and the american people.
Today I voted for Barack Obama.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Aimee has entered into the "why" stage. She must have said the word "why" over 100 times today. I hope it doesn't get old. I hope she never stops asking why. Brian and I want to encourage her to examine everything, question everyone, and form her own opinions.
Dear Lord in heaven, please don't ever let the words, "because I said so" ever come out of my mouth. Please don't ever let my daughter surrender to a mentality that is satisfied with that answer. Give me the wisdom and discernment to guide her into becoming a woman who loves truth and never grows tired of discovering it.
Monday, October 06, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Thursday, September 04, 2008
It could not have gone better. We had a GREAT day. She LOVED school. No tears. No potty accidents. Details and Pics! To come.
Today is Aimee's first official day of preschool! We had the orientation on Tuesday. I'm way excited and documenting every part of today. I promise I'll post pictures and let you all know how it goes.
Monday, September 01, 2008
The rumor turned out to be untrue, but in response to it, the Palin family came out with the truth. McCain's people are saying that they knew, but they didn't feel it disqualified her as a candidate and that "parent's should not pay for their children's sins."
Here is my opinon.
As a parent, I'm confused and really sad for the 17 year old daughter. By accepting the nomination, her parents have exposed her to the criticism and ridicule of the entire world. While teenage pregnancy is a reality at all levels of society, it is still not acceptable. In all the pics I've seen of her on the campaign trail, she looks horrified. (I can't imagine being pregnant and living on a tour bus and airplanes, by the way).
They have already made her a poster child for making the right decision, but she's also a poster child for why Sex Ed is important. She grew up in a very conservative christian right wing priviledged home and even she became a statistic that could have been avoided. With everything that this child (the 17 yr old) is going to go through in the next few years, the LAST thing she needs is to do it in the public eye. The LAST thing she needs to be is a poster child for any cause. I question her parent's judgement. I question how any parent, mother or father, could put their own ambition over their child's well being, especially when she is going to need them more than ever.
The McCain camp says, "They are an American family. Lots of families deal with this, unfortunately, she will have to do it in the public eye." That's where they are wrong. She did NOT have to do it in the public eye. She could have carried her baby and built her life without many people really knowing, commenting, or caring about it. (I mean, there are more caribou in Alaska than people right?)
Being a young mother is hard enough. That, in itself, is consequence enough for her actions. Both Obama and McCain agree that people should leave the daughter alone. However, Dobson and the President of the Christian Coalition have already issued supporitve statements, gossip bloggers have already called her a whore. Good luck keeping her name out of the mouths of pundits and comedians.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Let me tell you about the summer session. I took a business law class. I promised myself that I would not be the annoying older lady in the class. I remembered having several of those in my classes at Purdue Calumet, and I did NOT want to be that. The first day of school, I was so nervous that on the way to school Brian's cousin Robin had to assure me that I did NOT look old. She reminded me that I didn't have to raise my hand to ask for permission to go to the bathroom, and then she tried to make me feel better when my coordination betrayed me as I tripped going up the stairs. She even walked by and peeked in my class so that she could later assure me that I looked like a regular student and not like an older lady.
What she didn't know was that by that time, I had already broken my own rule to try to blend in. The teacher had asked us all to introduce ourselves and tell him if we had jobs. I gave up the info right away. "I'm a stay at home mom." The instructor asked me about my kids and then said, "Oh you must be really busy." One of the 19 year old boys in the class actually laughed. HE LAUGHED! He thought the teacher was joking. I immediately wished on him the blessing of a furtile wife with a career that requires a lot of travel.
The class was mostly 19 year old guys. There were 5 woman in my class. 2 of us were over 20. I loved the subject. It came very easy to me, and since the class was based on discussion, well, I became "that" lady. The opinionated one that enjoyed arguing with the professor. The one that everyone wanted in their group because they knew they'd get an A. The one that the professor called when she missed class to make sure she knew that he was going to give a quiz the next day. The summer session was over as quickly as it begun. It was a fun and easy class for me.
I was also able to take the class during the day, which gave both grandma's (and Mona) a chance to spend quality time with the kids and allowed me to go to school without interferring with our cozy evenings at home.
This semester will be different in just about every way. First of all, Brian and I are both taking 2 classes on different nights. Our classes are difficult and will require lots of studying. I am entering into my 2nd week of classes and I have already determined that I am NOT the most annoying person in either of my classes. I actually don't even stick out! Both of my classes are taught by interesting people, and the students in the class are way more diverse and interesting than they were last semester.
It's going to be a stressful 4 months. However, we know that life with children only gets more complicated as they get older. Soon, they will have their own evening commitments and our schedule will be dominated by their needs. If we are going to do this school thing, now is the time.
Also, I may be putting Aimee into Pre-school. I find out in the next few days. Keep your fingers crossed for me!
Saturday, August 23, 2008
I've held back on blogging politics in the past few months, but there is a whole bunch of stuff I've been thinking about that is just begging to come out, so get ready.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Don't see it if you are easily offended.
We got to stay out WAY past our bed time tonight.
We even got to get coffee with our friends afterward. We sat outside and talked until an hour after they closed the Starbucks. I don't even remember the last time we were able to do that.
Tomorrow I get to spend the day with my mom. It will be fun.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
We all have those little qualities that made us different when we were little kids. Among Aida's qualities were her wildly curly hair, her ability to do things way differently from other people and still succeed at everything, the faces she made, and this other thing she shares with Aimee that prompted me to write this.
We all know that Aimee resembles Aida a lot when she was a little girl in her facial features and her hair. But this other thing is truely comical.
This morning, I made myself an English muffin with a little bit of cream cheese and apricot jam. Aimee came up to me and wanted to try it, so I gave her half of it, which she gobbled up. She stopped to ask me what was on it, and I told her, "It's cream cheese and Apricot Jelly."
"Crunchy? Where's the crunchy?" she asked. "No, not CRUNCHY. CREEEAM CHEESE. Would you like some more?" I asked. "Yeah". (She doesn't know that this isn't her first time eating cream cheese.)
So I went to make her another English muffin, when she came and asked me where the cream cheese was. I showed her. She picked it up, took it to the table...and this is the part where my cousins will start to crack up....she lowered her head and held her nose over the container and smelled it for like a minute. "NO! NO CREAM CHEESE!". She declared after having smelled it long enough. My daughter smells new foods to determine if she will eat it. Like Aida used to do when she was little, and I don't just mean that she smells it. She does it with the same exact flair that Aida used to do it with. I love genetics.
Sunday, August 03, 2008
It was something to behold. The amount of time, care, and attention to detail that was put into this family party was an act of love.
It was held at her parents home. It started with coctails and appetizers in their beautiful patio garden. They played a "newlywed's" type game and then had some questions for the guests where we got to hear funny stories about their childhood. It was a great icebreaker. (I love me some ice-breakers).
Dinner was served in an unbelievably decorated tent that was put up in the yard. It was like scene out of a movie. No detail was spared. Candlelight, flower arrangements, even the plates were decorated by hand. It was visually stunning.
Her family was warm and funny.
It made me think of my wedding. When Brian and I were getting married, I didn't care about the details of the wedding at first. We were both so in love (still are), that the details didn't seem to matter, and I would have been happy with a pot luck in the church basement. All I cared about was having our loved one's celebrate with us. My mom encouraged us to have a big fancy wedding. She suggested the banquet hall and even helped pay the difference. I had a hard time understanding why she would want to invest that kind of money into an *evening*. Now that I have my own daughter, I understand.
Your love for your children doesn't change from the first love you experience the first days that you hold them in your arms and see their perfection. It just keeps adding layers ontop of layers. Most of us girls dream of our wedding day at some point in our lives, and my mom wanted me to have that dream. She didn't want me to look back on the most important day of my life wishing I had done it differently. Maybe that's why since the beginning of time, mother's of the bride are so involved in their daughter's wedding. And the Brides are all like, "OMG, my mother is CRAZY! You think SHE was the one getting married! All I want is a bucket of chicken and my MAN, but all my mom talks about is prime rib." Then those brides have their daughters and not only do they UNDERSTAND...they eventually BECOME their mothers. I hope to one day honor my daughter the way my mother honored me and Beth's parents honored her last night.
Paul and Beth, Brian and I wish you a magical engagement, a beautiful wedding, and a lifetime of happiness. The stress is worth it, the money is worth it, and a lot of times, giving into your mother's wishes is worth it too.
Friday, August 01, 2008
We usually try to avoid things that we can't afford. What's the point? But this Wii "contraption" has been hard to avoid because it really and truly is- all the rage. Still, we knew that we'd never have one because, well, we try to be responsible people. And responsible people don't spend money they don't have on things they don't really *need*.
Then my mother in law called me. "I've decided that I'm going to get us a Wii". I almost choked on my coffee. A WHAT? "And I'm getting some games too". She told me that I didn't have to tell Brian if I didn't want to, that we could surpise him. So I kept the information to myself and after having dreamed about it all night, I decided that the excitment of waiting for it was really part of the fun, so I called Brian at work and told him to call him mom because she got something for us.
Brian and I immediately decided that our kid's bedtime is now 6pm, our daily dinner will consist of take out and fast food, and that we are basically going to pretend that we are 14 again. We got the Wii last night and played well past our bedtime. The thing that is so exceptional about the Wii is that most games are very physical. The wireless remote and sensor that you place on the TV allow the games to be lifelike and physically challenging. So, if you are playing bowling, you actually have to go through all of the motions of bowling. The speed of the ball depends on the force that you put into swinging your arm. Wii really is more high tech and fancy schmancy than I thought. So last night we spent hours playing boogie and Dance Dance Revolution. We really felt like we were 14 again....except that this morning, reality hit me when I woke up unable to move because of the soreness in my muscles. I'm 31.
What makes this gift even more fun and meaningful is that it was totally a huge surprise and unexpected and undeserved. I have a feeling that our family parties won't be the same. Now excuse me while I take an ibuprophen and put my kids down for a nap.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
It was pretty high!
The girls wanted to make sure she won.
These are some pictures from today. The first is a pic of Daniel that Brian took while I was laying in the hammock with Danny.
The rest are from a huge party that we went to today. It was amazing!
So about the party:
There is a young couple at our church that is in the process of adopting their first child from Vietnam. International adoption is crazy expensive. Like $30,000 for the whole deal. About half of that money goes to the orphanage and the rest is in travel, documents, fees, lawyers, ect. The couple has been raising the money through a series of fundraisers and this was (hopefully) the last one.
The party was held at a beautiful farm that is owned by a family friend of theirs. The theme was a western party and they had a ton of cute carnival style games designed for the under 8 crowd. They also had 3 bouncy houses. One for toddlers, another for the pre-school/kindergarten crowd, and one of the big kids. As you will see in the pics, Aimee quickly graduated to the big kid bouncy house that included a rope wall that she climbed at least 30 times. They also had face painting, water games, hay rides (which Aimee refused to go on), a Starbucks lounge and chocolate fountain with Wii Rock Band, a silent auction, a professional photographer took western themed family portraits, and the cleanest port-a-potty I've ever seen. Most of the things were donated by sponsors and everything was free to the guests. Another friend of ours, who had two daughters that are adopted from Vietnam, spoke about his experience during dinner and asked the guests to donate whatever we could. It was really emotional and Brian and I were practically doing breathing excersizes to keep it togather.
It is really an amazing thing to be able to be a part of this experience. Brian and I have a heart for children, and it is our Christian call to care for the widows and the orphans, but we don't know if we will ever be able to adopt for ourselves, so it is such a priviledge to be a part, however small, of someone else's journey.
This was her first look at the pretty strawberry painted on her face.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
This morning, while Aimee was distracted from the TV, I started flipping through the channels and happened upon the 1940 version of one of my favorite movies and books of all time, Pride and Prejudice. (I happen to be reading the book right now). It had just started and since Aimee was distracted and Blue's Clues was not on her mind, I decided to leave it on for a few minutes. When I went to change the channel, she said, "No! I want to watch that! I want to see the princesses!" Just to be clear, she wanted to watch PRIDE and PREJUDICE. The BLACK AND WHITE 1940's VERSION.
I can't even begin to unpack all of the emotions I felt at that moment. Pride. Joy. Glee. Amazement. Satisfaction.
She watched the entire thing with me.
I love LOVE LOVE three.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
3 days of Vacation Bible School.
2 trips to Downtown.
1 first ride on the train. (2 if you count the return trip).
0 temper tantrums.
5 fighter jet sightings (from the Gary Airshow).
I got to read 2 books.
I'll go into more details later.
One more thing:
Brian rode the L.A.T.E. Ride last night.
25 Miles through Chicago and down the lake shore.
1 am - 5 am. Brian rode it in a little over 2 hours.
1 pair of bunny ears on his helmet
Countless drunks cheering him on.
He said it was the time of his life.
Saturday, July 05, 2008
I woke up Friday morning a little before 7 am. I would have liked to have slept in, but Aimee had other ideas. The phone rang as soon as I walked down the stairs and I immediately wondered who the heck was calling so early, and WHY were they calling so early. It was my neighbor. "Liz, look out your back window!" My immediate thought was that I was finally going to see the 2 dozen bats she swears live in our tree, the ones that according to her, come out every day at dawn and dusk. I have yet to see a single bat.
So I looked out the window and saw one of the most awe-inspiring and exhilarating sights I've ever seen in my life. About 8 hot air balloons landing in the field behind our house.
I yelled up to Brian that he needed to get up RIGHT NOW and look out the window. I ran outside and acted like I was three years old.
The hot air balloons were part of a yearly festival that happens in the suburb one town away called, "Eyes to the Skies". The balloons were participating in some sort of competition. A team of people set up a giant "X" in the field and the people in the balloons dropped small bean bags with a parachute as they drifted past the "X". They landed in the field, then returned back to the festival.
Brian and I ran back in as soon as they landed to get our camera. Our joy was quickly turned to a little bit of frustration as we realized that our nice digital camera has gone missing. It was hard to be too upset, however. The balloons were so beautiful and really kind of magical. It really takes a lot to impress me and make me feel like a little kid again. This did the trick.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
This movie ROCKED my world. If I were a 13 year old boy, I would have clapped at the end, without caring that all my buddies would make fun of me for the rest of my life.
Go see this movie, then call me so we can get all geeky about it togather.
Friday, June 27, 2008
New words and phrases:
Did you hurt yourself, Mommy? Can I kiss it?
Are you done breaking? (After Brian explains to her that I'm taking a break).
BLUE'S CLUES IS COMING UP MOMMY! (Except that she still says "Blue's Blue's".)
Can I have a Tortilla?
Mosquito bite (She has like 3 of them).
Oh My Dear! (Instead of: oh my God or gosh).
Today she finally came to understand that the Mexican looking baby in all those baby pictures she likes to keep in her room are of HER and not Daniel. He's the white looking baby. Which means that she now understands that she once was a baby herself and she is growing.
She has yet to understand that although many people like calling her "Princess", I am not, in fact, one of her servants who she commands with phrases like, "Mommmmy....Chocolate Miiiilllk" or "You clean it up for me, Mommy" or my favorite, "Mommmmy, you go find my bwanket".
The Wiggles are sooo last year and the Disney Princesses are where it's at.
Potty training, until now, has been an utter failure. I am convinced that her "accidents" are merely a form of rebellion and excersizes in showing me who's really boss.
She is demanding, headstrong, and vocal.
She also still smells like strawberries. She likes Target, asks if we can go for ice cream when we go on walks along the Naperville River Walk, and dances like a Puerto Rican when she hears dance music at the Frozen Yogurt place.
She has already skinned her knee twice this summer. We were half way to the park and I don't know if she cried more because she thought that we wouldn't go to the park anymore, or if it was because her knee hurt. I remembered what that felt like, the devastation of having awesome plans interrupted by a stupid accident, and the relief of making it to the destination even though everything didn't go as planned.
Three is awesome and sad at the same time. This is the last year I can call my little baby girl a "little baby". This year, all that is baby inside of her will be outgrown and a little girl will fully replace all of her babyness. It makes me want to cry.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
The other night, he woke up crying at 2 am, and it turned out to be a little gift to me because I got to go into his room and just hold him until he fell back asleep. I put him on my chest and laid back like I used to when he was a little newborn and he immediately fell asleep. I was so tempted to just stay like that the rest of the night.
I said it when Aimee was born, and it's true with Daniel. Time just speeds up when you have kids. All I want to do is hold on and slow things down a little bit, but time just won't stop for me, and Daniel won't stay little.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
We are fortunate to have our kids. Even as we struggle to know how to deal with each new challenge without being really sure if what we are doing is right, we feel blessed and at the end of the day we are aware that when this stage of life is over, we will long for it. Our children are blessed. As their parents, we are (sometimes painfully) aware of our shortcomings, but our spirit is really one of wanting to be the best we can offer them, and without sounding prideful, they don't really have it so bad.
Brian is an A+ dad. I love him. Our kids love him. We are blessed to have him.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
We went to KidSnips, the children's hair salon. All of the seats for small kids are cars and airplanes. Each station has a DVD player and as you can see in the background, it is also a toy store. We've been there before because my friend manages that salon and I was a little worried that we wouldn't be able to tear her away from the toys, but she didn't even pay attention to the toys at all! She received a balloon, they took a picture of her and gave us a certificate and a lock of her hair, and she got to pick a free toy out of the treasure chest. The hair stylist, Miki, was really great with Aimee. Aimee was totally at ease with her. Miki did her hair like a princess crown with small clips and put fairy dust in her hair. It was a great experience. We even went for ice cream afterwards.
by the way... I know her hair looks short in this picture, but they just cut a tiny tiny bit. Like maybe an inch. It just looks short fro this angle.
She spent hours playing outside with all her friends.
The resort was really beautiful. This is the view from an observation tower that they have all around the resort. It's Green Lake in Wisconsin.
Sunday, June 01, 2008
We've had some very eventful weeks (which is why blogging has been so slow).
My answers have been, "I just wish we could have stayed longer" or "I'm sad it has to end" or "I wish we could do this all the time".
We are having a lot of fun in our free time with the kids. I LOVED my first day of school.
Aimee has a tan. Daniel is crawling. Brian and I have been getting weekly date nights. Our parents are amazing and generous. We bought me a fancy-pants new bike for my birthday.
Playdates have been fun and grown up talk has been interesting, stimulating, and rewarding.
Brian likes work more. I'm sleeping better than ever.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
So... Guess what? I start school today! I am so deeply grateful to my wonderful family that is being so supportive. It is really humbling to have people willing to sacrifice so much of their time to take care of the kids so that I can work on achieving my long held goals. Thank you.
Monday, May 26, 2008
I'm thinking that change happens a bit more frequently when you choose to live life intentionally. Maybe not for everyone. For me? Yes. I am in evolution.
I'm hoping for courage and confidence. Some things are easier when you have the support of loving friends and family, and I'm learning to accept it freely, with gratitude.
Other things have to be done alone, and it seems so much harder that way, but that is just the way it has to be... for now anyway.
Friday, May 16, 2008
I usually write all my introspective stuff in the early pre-dawn hours of the morning. I've been enjoying my sleep lately, so nothing profound has found it's way onto this website in a while, but I'm working on it.
I've had an unhealthy obsession with politics and the immigrant experience. I hate it, but the subject always seems to haunt me, even if I try to avoid it.
I'm trying to make our household more eco-aware. Recycling more, buying products with less harmful chemicals. A trip to the ER last week from a bad reaction to some cleaning chemicals has me thinking that maybe my kids shouldn't be breathing in harmful fumes.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Congratulations to my youngest sister, Stephanie for graduating from Indiana University with a double major (?) in International Studies and Spanish. It is not surprising to me at all that she graduated in 4 years (most people don't do that anymore) because she is wickedly smart and super competitive. It seems like just yesterday she was graduating high school and we were at her college orientation. Time has gone by so quickly and she has been able to experience so much without getting distracted by life, as so many do.
We are all super proud of her and excited to see what good things life has in store for her.