Archives For November 30, 1999

Before I was a mom of three, I never knew what it was like to raise a little girl. I never had to guess what mood any member of my family was in because, before I was a mom of three, we all pretty much knew how to read one another. I never realized how fun it was to paint little toe nails. It’s an experience far more enjoyable than painting my own.

Before I was a mom of two, I never thought it was possible to give my love and devotion to anyone other than my precious first-born son. Before I laid eyes on my second son, I never knew what it was like to have a cuddly boy whose sole existence, it seems, is to make sure his mom is happy. I never realized my heart could swell to the point of bursting until he showed me what it means to give without expecting anything in return.

Before I was a mom of one, I didn’t know it was possible to actually be in awe of a child. I knew parents could be proud, but to feel a sense of awe is different. Before my oldest even took in his first breath, I never knew that God could intentionally give us our children in the exact order we need them. To bless us with a confident kid who helps us along the way and serves as a role model during times when we fall short.

Before having three children, I had two dogs. One passed and left me wondering why on earth we allow ourselves to own pets only to see them die before us. The other reminds me daily why we make that choice and never regret doing so.

Before I was a mom, I was a wife. I loved my husband and took the time to show him. I soaked in his strength and felt protected. I told him I would stand by him even if we led each other astray. I put my faith in him and not once has he let me down. I’ve seen him positively guide and discipline not only our own kids, but other youth as well. I know he loves me and would do anything to make me happy.

Before my husband stole my heart, I was a student and an athlete. The minute I knew what it felt like to be recognized for being good, I never felt pressured to be bad. I was complimented for being a leader and I never took that responsibility for granted. If I can leave this earth knowing I’ve impacted someone’s life for the better, I will feel fulfilled at the end of my days.

Before I was a student and an athlete, I was a girl who was loved and supported by her family. I did not need to be surrounded by material things to know my life was rich. What I didn’t recognize then was that the collective sacrifices of so many would help shape the person I am today.

Who were you before the person you are now?

There are times when I want to be in the know.

For instance, I wish I had known before today when I started tracking calories that I consume that 2 Tbsp. of creamy peanut butter equates to 200 ridiculous calories. That, for the past 1.5 years, I have been putting 200 calories (a spoonful) into my morning protein shakes. I figured all this time that I needed the protein so why not add peanut butter? Oh yeah, because I also scoop in 130 calories of whey protein powder into my liquid breakfast.

I hate people who track what they eat. I am heading to the dark side. I am sounding like one of them. You know what I actually admire about calorie counters? That they can literally eat their body weight in french fries and milk shakes on their one allowed weekly cheat day as long as they stick to their magic caloric limit the other six days. And still manage to lose weight.

Day 1 totals: EPIC FAIL.

Tonight I sat down to attempt to catch up on all of the buzz through news sources and people I follow on various social media channels. It is a slippery slope though, when one strives to constantly be in the know. It is an easy (and borderline addictive) way to pass the time.

As the clock approaches 9:15 p.m., I know that I can have an hour of uninterrupted “catch up time” if I so choose. But I also know that, if  I log off soon, I’ll have an opportunity to fall asleep with my two younger children before my husband and oldest get home from baseball practice.

Snuggle time should always trump screen time.

An honestly, the more I casually surf around, the greater chances I will stumble upon stories of megastars at their absolute fattest (or most glowing) who are not that far above my current weight.

I realize I have six inches on her, but Jessica Simpson claims she is only around 170 pounds. I don't know if I buy it.

This is the first, but certainly will not be the last, entry that I would categorize as a brain dump. So many things I want to blog about, so little energy to pull together one comprehensive piece of quality writing.

Bear with me.

Apples should silently fall from the tree.

My three children and I have this longstanding tradition of reading a book together before bedtime in my husband and I’s king size bed. After a duration of time, we all get pretty settled in and sleepy. My two boys (10 and 8) then alternate who is forced to…errr lucky enough to…take their 3-year old sister to her bed and tuck her in.

The oldest boy also has responsibility for feeding his pet fish who happily swim in a tank located on a dresser at the foot of his bed. As I’m snuggling into my covers and adjusting my pillows just right, I hear an argument ensue between the two brothers.

Owen: GET OFF my bed!
Austin: Mom says you’re supposed to feed the fish!
Owen: Be quiet! Go to bed.
Austin: MOM! Owen’s not feeding the fish!
Me: Owen, FEED YOUR FISH! Don’t ignore them.
Owen:  <<ridiculously loud sigh>> Why? Why can’t I just do it tomorrow?
Me: Just do it now.
Owen: That’s no fair. I’m tired. YOU never get out of bed when YOU’RE tired! No matter what!

I should have seriously let him have it. But, let’s be honest. It was like 9 o’clock so I just mumbled “touche” under my breath and called it a night.

Blue collar miracle man

My husband still drives around the Nissan Exterra we purchased before we had children. More than a decade old, this SUV is seriously on its last leg. Yet it refuses to die.

Its only saving grace is that we are total tightwads who are not ashamed to be seen driving our respective eye sores all around town (I’ll see your Nissan Exterra and raise you a Dodge Grand Caravan).

Earlier this week, Ryan calls me from the road as he’s en route with our oldest to baseball practice. I can barely hear him over a sound I can only describe as a tornado in a tunnel. Turns out that is what an SUV going 50 MPH sounds like when it blows a spark plug.

He manages to get the rubble on wheels back to our garage and proceeds to tell me he needs to run out and get a part. To which I laugh and give him a look that says, “No matter how long we’ve been together, you can still make me laugh.”

And then I realize he’s serious.

Turns out he was able to follow a neighbor’s advice and fix the spark plug all by himself. Even more unbelievable than that…the damn thing is STILL running 48 hours later.

Blue collar guys are amazing. My Ryan’s collar is more of a robin egg hue, but he’s pretty spectacular nonetheless.

Finally a sign that speaks the truth

I had to snap a picture of this restroom sign because it reminded me of a recent piece I wrote for momaha.com. I find the bluntness refreshing.

As the weather improves, so does my mood

Outside time with the kids is something I absolutely love. No scheduled activities for once. Just time to suck in the spring air, screw around, and smile.

Jaycee had pajama day at preschool today and apparently decided to complete the look with bed head.

Jaycee and Austin playing under a weeping willow tree. Yes, I realize my son's bike helmet is probably too small. But the way I see it, it's still protecting at least 35 percent of his skull.

I swear it just seems like a few years ago when this man-child was able to ride this tricycle.

I love that he shares my sense of humor. This image of him on the tricycle is equivalent to me attempting to squeeze into a size 4 outfit.

And last but certainly not least

My blog was shared today by a brilliant blogger who is nothing short of amazing. Made me very proud. Thank you to elisariva. If you want to follow an inspirational woman who will challenge you to stretch your own human potential, I encourage you to check her out.