Archive for April, 2010

April 21st, 2010

ice cream cones and truck spotting

this afternoon was just another in a long line of afternoons. except it wasn’t. it was really great – in an everyday, totally non-life changing (but then again, completely life changing) kinda way.

we met some friends at the playground, chit chatted about houses and kids and the new-to-town (and highly-recommended) hair dresser. kids ran up and down the playscapes, slid down slides and jumped on wiggly bridges. that is, all of them except mine who prefers to climb and re-climb the few sections of stairs leading to the slides and wiggly bridges.  just stepping up and stepping down. the whole time. he  doesn’t even have much interest  in the swing but had fun cheering on his fearless little sister.

and when we left the playground it was that perfect not quite dinner time but just right ice cream time of day. so i looked in the rear view at my flushed, sweat streaked toddler and said, “who wants to join mommy for an ice cream cone?”. those precious green eyes widely responded with an, “ICE CREAM CONE!”. success, a taker!

admittedly, i am a complete ice cream junkie. every sunny, summer afternoon around 4 pm should be mandatory ice cream consumption time, if you ask me. so, yes, i totally play up the fact that i have a more than willing cookies ‘n cream sidekick, conveniently willing to aid in my addiction. plus, a lady eating ice cream outside at 4pm on a random tuesday is much more acceptable with a grinning tot in toe. no?

we sat outside of friendly’s on their built in tables, cookies ‘n cream cone for jackson, butter crunch cup for momma and a couple of spoons to occupy ms harper.

             

we sat with the warm sun on our backs, sweet ice cream on our lips (ok, and nose, cheeks, ears) and waved to the passing trucks and motorcycles. although there were many, many cars they really can’t hold a flame to garbage trucks, oil trucks, tractor trailers or grumbling harleys.

it’s moments like these, watching your child totally euphoric over ice cream and traffic that you must sit back and take it in. be present. breath. look into the sky and thank whoever it may be you give thanks for moments like these. for all that you have.

 

 

no matter how loud or how sticky.

 for they are the moments that define my life. as mundane and uninspiring as it may sound to some, yes, sitting in front of a friendly’s next to a busy road hooping and hollering at a dump truck is the definition of my life right now. and today, i was able to really let it sink in; to appreciate it for all it’s worth. but trust me, some days that ability is just not there. and i guess, that’s ok.

so, my thought today, with a belly full of my all-time favorite – buttercrunch icecream – is that you may not be able to always make a day at friendly’s a life changing event. nor should you. but as often as you can, no matter how difficult the day, week, month or year, really try to stop and listen and look and feel. chances are if you have kids it will be loud, messy, possibly stinky and most likely slimy. but with momma eyes, it’s the most beautiful thing imaginable.

 

from a favorite book: what was good about today? a lot of things i would say.

April 16th, 2010

savoring the small things

the past few days have been a blur of runny noses, toe curling coughs, sleepless nights (mainly due to h’s inability to harmoniously thumb suck and breath), eucalyptus and steamy showers and a whole lotta whining. but it’s friday and i have a glass of malbec in my hand (or, on the table next to me), the house is still (albeit for name that cough every 20 minutes or so) and i just had a really great evening with my littlest man.

i think we’re turning a corner, or maybe hitting a straightaway, in harper’s development. and more specifically, jackson’s reactions to these developments. for the first time i’ve noticed jackson mimicking harper’s cries, saying “no harper beans!” when she is seeking attention or trying to touch one of his toys. she is no longer a sleepy infant but a little person full of opinions, voice (a loud one), and persistence. not to mention a mean backwards shuffle of sorts, soon to be a full on frontward crawl. and boy i bet that’s a lot to take in and understand for an almost 2 year old “big” brother.   

which leads me this post and the inspiration behind it; this wonderful evening just jackson and i. 

harper has been going down 30-60 minutes or so before jackson the past couple of weeks. partially because she’s totally fried and ready before him and partially because i’ve become so smitten with a little jackson/mommy one on one time.  as, i think, has he. 

tonight jackson helped me give harper a bath (ok, he dribbled ashley’s dora ball around the bathroom while i washed) and even helped powder her bum (and the entire rug ). we all walked upstairs and he sat with us in harper’s room while i nursed her. he lovingly kissed her head and proceeded to pull the loudest possible toy (one where you push the top to make it – and all it’s contents- spin) off the shelf and serenade her shock her to death. after a few slight whimpers, thumb found mouth and all was still. 

we changed into our jammies (jackson’s are way cuter - bright green with bugs versus my husband’s large uconn sweats) and headed downstairs. in a i’ve-got-something-really-great-for-you tone  i said, ‘hey jackson…’. his eyes lit up and he whirled around, repeating me with a big grin, ‘ hey zhackson…’. we sat together, oatmeal cookies and milk in hand and chit chatted. by the way, how ridiculously cool is it that i can chit chat with my almost two year old. wow. 

the conversation lead to baseball fields and huskies (in normal jackson fashion) and eventually to video highlights of last weeks uconn baseball games against the university of hartford and villanova. this kid can not sit still through three minutes of shrek, air buddies or even finding nemo but a 3″ x 3″ box of baseball highlights, barely visible on a computer screen? had to pry him away.  

after a quick teeth brushing and a dig through the car basket to pick a sleeping friend (after mommy suggested the bar of soap may not be the best choice) we headed upstairs, little metal school bus and all. we climbed into the big bed (used for bedtime books and the occasional snoring parent – insert throat clearing noise here- ) and read “one yak called jack” and “the snowy day”. well, i should say, i read the books aloud while jackson drove his school bus up and down my arm. he pointed to the windows, wheels and door upon prompting from me and then offered up the nose, eyes and hair all on his own. and no, this is not a cartoon bus – just a mini real life version. but damn, is he right. it totally has a nose, eyes and hair. the things this little boy teaches me are truly endless. 

we had some sweet giggles, in hushed, smiley voices. i listened to my son talk about his friends, sam, madison, sophia, quinn and emerson in his perfectly broken toddlerese. i admired his sparkling green eyes and the mommy-esque little freckle adorning his left cheek. and i held back tears of thanks, awe, pride and total incomprehension of the remarkable person i get to share this life with. 

switching the light off i caught a glimpse of this picture, framed on jackson’s bureau. 

what an amazing two years it’s been. 

i tucked my son, his school bus and ambulance puzzle piece (don’t ask) into bed. i told him how much i love him and how proud i am to be his mommy. and he smiled at me and whispered in a raspy sickness-altered voice, wuv you too mom-ay. 

and this is the way the world works. it throws you nights like these in the midst of a week of ‘the whining chair’,  umpteen, ”please don’t hit the _wall, baby, dog, door…_ with your bat”,  not to mention random outbursts of, “are you kidding me, mommy?!”. no idea where he got that from… 

and for that i am truly grateful. 

one lucky momma

 

April 15th, 2010

for my pregnant peeps

in honor of all my pregnant friends, i thought i’d re-post a couple (ok, i got a little carried away) of my ‘pregnancy woe’ blogs. i’m not there anymore, but i will never forget those feelings, both incredibly miraculous and totally dreadful.

enjoy this day and this stage you are in for it will quickly pass. you are beautiful, you are righteous; you are growing a tiny miracle. i’d be hardpressed to find a more demanding, vital or worthwhile  job.  put on that too-small tank and let that belly hang out. it’s beyond beautiful, as are you.

ready to pop

new year’s resolution

joys of pregnancy

baby belly bliss and a lil update

the finish line

the triple b’s: boobs.belly.butt or baking.birthing.burping

April 14th, 2010

all along the middle

the other day as i was mulling around the house in typical pick up tiny truck only to step on same tiny truck ten minutes later (now in middle of kitchen floor) fashion in dawned on me that i have begun to think in facebook status updates. you know like, i was buttering the french toast bagel i bought by mistake (thinking it was cinnamon raisin) and thought to myself, hannah walters blood is so not getting any closer to bikini ready with this  french toast bagel. or when looking at my hair in the mirror this morning, hannah walters blood might have more fun as a blond?

of course since the realization of this bizarre mental quirk, i’ve been totally driving myself crazy;  i have become will ferrell in the movie stranger than fiction. (only i’m my own narrator.) seriously, this is bad people.

and to think, i don’t even tweet. i mean, twitter is just that; a constant stream of status updates, no? i’ve been avoiding it because there truly aren’t even four minutes available in my day to allocate  and i’m afraid that if i add any new sites to my favorites toolbar, one or more children may go hungry. priorities people.

but seriously, if it means my mind will go back to processing thoughts normally, in a non-status update format, maybe i’ll find those four minutes. am i alone in this? has this ever happened to anyone else? please? ok, even if it hasn’t i would totally appreciate you humoring me. come on, leave a response below!

today i will track my status update stream of thought - right here for you to see.

welcome to my brain. it starts with an ooo and ends with a kiss and all along the middle it goes something like this (thanks sandra):

hannah walters blood…

wonders how long my nails will be if i vow not to cut or bite them until jackson’s birthday

is more excited for the arrival of jackson’s new shoes from zappos than her own

hasn’t really made dinner in weeks. spinach salad with veggie burgers all around. daily

should start collecting the globs of hair that fall from my head. surely, it could be put to better use than clogging my drains

‘s feet are a hot mess. hand-done pedi’s are so not cutting it. my apologies in advance

is better off not thinking about all the grimy hands in the work pretzel tub

eats a crap load of spinach but really has no muscle to speak of. what gives pop eye?

needs to book some family portraits. hmm, mapping out a day months in advance should be easy (insert sarcasm)

worries about the long-term side effects of applying purell on my hands a gagillion times a day

needs suggestions: to get, or not, a double (non-jogging) stroller? how long are kids in those things?

wants a macbook (and is accepting all offers)

is thankful my boss just lost the coin toss and is flying (and buying) for afternoon java

hates the feeling of complete chaos in our closets, dressers and storage and needs a full day, sans kids and work, to purge

has free windshield replacement but keeps watching the little crack migrate west without any motivation to call someone

feels like i have more doctors than most 85 year olds

wishes someone would invent a coffee cup with a built-in warmer for those of us who can not sit and peacefully drink a whole cup while its hot

yes, this was just one day. and there were more, but my memory is totally shot. so even if i tried like hell to remember them (like ones i was thinking of while driving or pottying or in a meeting) there’s no shot in hell they made it to this list.

any way you slice it if i were in school right now i’d skip right past the social media marketing/networking degree and head straight onto social networking psychology. not sure if it exists yet, but hell it better come quick.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

April 8th, 2010

never been hipper ya’ll

as you know from previous posts (and general ramblings and mentions) the ‘new car’ thought is never far from my mind. and i’ve even toyed, semi seriously, about a mini-van. anyone who has one tells you it’s the best thing they ever did. mainly because it’s true, but partially because they’re wondering what happened to that flirty twenty something now wearing a turtleneck, covered in juicey juice and goldfish crumbs driving an egg on wheels. come on, you know i’m right.

but yesterday as i drove to get the kids, windows down, 85 degree air flowing through my hair and wyclef’s sweetest girl bumping through my stock kick ass system, it hit me. i can not EVER  listen to sweetest girl, with my shades on, feeling somewhat badass and sexy in a sienna. or an odyssey. and especially not in a town and country. not ever.

so unless i’m ready to stick to the coffee house station until death do me part, i gotta go with the suv. that is of course, once i get some discretionary dollar, dollar bills ya’ll.  

in related news, my girl friend gave me her marie claire last week – i brought it to work and put it next to my medela in the ”milk room”. geez, i thought bubble breaker was a great way to pass the time; holymotha is marie claire a serious treat. usually i’m a total pump-procrastinator but this week? can’t get in there quickly enough.

not that i was ever a marie claire reader; even in my pre-kiddo days. but these in-the-throes-of-kids days any magazine without parenting tips and quick 30 minute meal ideas is like, thrilling. ones with the newest couture trends, make-up tips and hair product must-haves? forgetaboutit. i read each and every page in its entirety – even the terrible horoscope (which told me my facebook relationship status will be changing this month – sorry babe), the girl with the eating disorder who righted herself and the woman who went to jail for drug trafficking (her chosen profession after graduating from smith. really?). and yes, those seriously were the article topics. and yes, this is probably why i have never been a marie claire reader.

after all 224 pages, this is what i learned: pale pastel colors for the eyes is the go-to this spring, esprit has been re-born, and birkenstock has a full page add for their gizeh sandal, now available  in twilight blue. oh, and chunky “hardware” (jewelry) can really spruce up a simple bathing suit. sure it can. that and pull you to the depths of the ocean floor in twenty-two seconds flat.

i suppose my point is that i have a really pretty light lavender eye shadow (circa 2002) that i pulled out and dusted off this morning (yes, i know you’re supposed to throw out that stuff after like 6 months. sorry, just not happening). i’ve got three pairs of birkenstocks so worn in you can almost see my feet in them. and esprit? well, obvi i’ve got a few pieces laying around from oh, 1989. please tell me so much has happened in the last fifteen years that we’ve come full circle? please?

more importanly, if you see some poor schlep on the beach this summer with a huge, chunky gold chain necklace, paired perfectly with a simple black one-piece, it is your societal obligation to suggest a life preserver, or at the very least a pair of arm floaties.

happy spring and (quickly) approaching summer. dig out your orange esprit sweatshirt and slide those smiling toes into their proverbial birks. it’s 2010 and believe it or not, you’ve never been hipper.


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