Friday, November 28, 2014
She's been asking questions a lot lately-and honestly, I am confused on how to respond. What do I believe?
I was "raised" Catholic. Meaning, we went to church every Sunday. Translation - I got dressed up and messed with my sister for an hour while sucking on a lifesaver waiting for breakfast (we typically weren't allowed to eat till after mass.)
I went through communion, but was never confirmed. I did go through confirmation, but when I asked questions about abortion, the church called my parents and explained I had to go through the process again...and well, I never went back to church school, nor did I get confirmed.
Fast forward years later.... and my husband and I decided to baptize our girl Episcopalian at 6 months; part because my husband is "1/2" Episcopalian, it seems the religion is Catholic "light" (same familiar prayers), and the church in the town he grew up seemed pretty cool. Plus, it just felt like the right thing to do. So my MIL made an adorable Christening gown, bonnet, and booties, we ordered a cake, chose God Parents, and had a special moment on Father's Day 2010.
But what was next?
Today on a road trip to Oregon, our girl asked "Mommy, who is God?" and "Who is Jesus?"
Well, "....Baby, God is this really cool guy who created Earth and Jesus is his son." My husband, which mind you never attended Church as much as I have but did study theology at Fordham, started telling our girl this amazing, beautiful story about this world created by God and the son of God and how he was magical.
I was taken aback. Here was this beautiful explanation of it all. Something that made sense to me in a simple pure way - and it felt right. Something I never heard him say out loud, heck, never heard stated by anyone like this, but knew that maybe finding a Episcopalian church for us might be the right thing to do..and soon.
and what did our Daughter say?
"So how long till we get to Oregon Mommy?"
And that was the end of the questioning. Made me think, maybe this big decision to go to mass wasn't that big after all. Maybe it was just an easy decision for our family - as simple as a long road trip with the three of us figuring out our way-and how long it was going to take us to get there.
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
We're settling into our new home and with the new place, there is new room for my old cookbooks that haven't seen a kitchen in years. Along with my Pinterest inspiration, I'm somewhat motivated to expand our carb filled basic weekly meal recipes....
So I came across this menu planner idea on Pinterest that I think stylistically isn't my cup of tea (or soup since we're talking food here), but - I like the idea and overall ease of meal planning.
So maybe this fall, I'll pour myself a cabernet vs coffee and start exploring new recipes for our new home. I just might be able to toast to that.
Monday, September 22, 2014
Moving with a 4-year-old plus selling a house and buying new house has added a whole new level of reality to this experience.
Needless to say, I never want to move again.
But what I will say as we're so close to being done with this move -- is I've learned a few new lessons through this move at this age, in this experience that I'd like to share....
- I don't need that much stuff. That's an easy one.
- Less is WAY more.
- Cleaning a non-packed house is way easier (in other words - staged houses are way easier to keep tidy.)
- Having fresh cut flowers is not only amazing but something I'd like to do forever - every day, every week for the rest of my life.
- Hmm, Dad was right. Making my bed nicely every day is a nice feeling.
- Knowing my house is always clean when I walk in is amazing.
- I am beyond cranky when I spend a lot of time making sure my house is clean. Is it worth it?
- This feels a lot like my first trimester of being pregnant. I can't really talk about it, I'm not sure what's happening next, and I feel sick and excited at the same time.
- It's the little things that matter. For some unknown reason, I pre-packed (in the POD to stage the house) spices, our funnel, salad spinner, and my nail polishes. Not cool.
- Blogging is the last thing I'm thinking about.
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
So please, before you tell a parent of "one" she is experiencing what she's experiencing due to the number "one" nothing else, take a breath and maybe just listen and smile and think how lucky she is that she only has "one" and doesn't have to deal with the same issue two, three, or four times.
Monday, June 23, 2014
We've been through so much together. Our first vacation with our girl to southern California in February 2010. Our crazy trip to Maui where we all got sick.
So many trips around the lake - walking/running.
Adventures to parks, farmers markets, trails, crazy day at Discovery Park.
You've always been super durable - versatile. Able to cruise over any bump on the road. Literally. Go off-roading. Run in races.
But lately, you've just been chilling in our garage, waiting for our next adventure together. Last night I cleaned you up and made you shine bright (and wondered why I hadn't done this sooner. Sorry Bob.)
Last night I posted you for sale* along with some extras you offered me - a well used and appreciated cup holder and a rain cover - both extras that well, I can't express how valuable they were for me.
Goodbye Bob. Our girl is has sadly outgrown you. I've already parted with the crib, baby clothes, but you Bob, are the hardest so far. I loved you and how easy you made my life carrying too much stuff and providing a sweet place for our girl to nap and me to chat on the mobile countless times.
I could not have survived without you Bob. Take care - and I wish you much love in your next Momma/Stroller relationship.
*Our 2008 Navy Bob Revolution is for sale. $200 for the stroller, baby seat bar (straps not included), cup holder, and rain cover. Comment if you're interested to start a new relationship! He's fantastic. ;-)
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Her three children were raised by not only herself and her husband, but her Grandmother and the children's Great Grandmother.
The youngest who was a toddler in the beginning of their journey would sit with her GG and have breakfast every morning. They developed a relationship that was so special and important for each of them.
Here was this Woman approaching her last days with this young child- sharing this moment of caring and understanding. Having a purpose again and giving the child an experience that is unique these days.
My Grandmother who I called Omi (pictured) moved in with us when I was almost 8, my younger sister 4, where she lived till she became sick around 6 years later. She moved into a nursing home and lived there for 6-7 years before she died.
I remember some days hating the fact that she lived with us because I was at that annoying age where any adult bothered me. I remember being told I wasn't going to prom that night by my parents unless I drove my car to the nursing home to show her me fully dressed, hair done, and make up on first.
But what I truly remember is her dripping with gold earrings, necklaces, long red nails, revlon hot pink lips, hair done perfectly, speaking spanish on the phone when talking with her sisters, cheering me on for ALL the at-home dance, plays, etc I performed for her. I remember her amazing tacos, meatloaf. I remember the bags and bags of silver jewerly she'd bring back to my sister and I from her travels. I remember how all the ladies in our neighborhood loved talking with "Mercedes." I remember her frog song when I was going to bed. I remember her scratching my back to put me asleep. And I remember how cool it was that she organized all the ladies to see me in my Prom dress and praise my beauty.
When she passed, the night before - she was in my dream floating around me. This woman who was barely aware anymore, but in my dream she was her old self. She was the woman who was always there for me even if I pushed her away.
Here's to all of us rethinking our relationships with family and our children and remembering how important it is. I wouldn't change my living situation one second.
Love you Omi and thank you Mom & Dad.
Saturday, May 10, 2014
2 out of 3 ain't so bad.
I've been running now 1 full year. I run 2-3xs a week slightly over 3 miles each time. (Basically I run around our lake.) On average, I run about 10.34 mile - which is slow to many but a minute faster than I ran last year. I no longer stop to walk. I run the whole loop.
Tomorrow, I'm running the Run Like A Mother Mother's Day 5k my 2nd time. This year I didn't have to train walk to run - I ran and biked at Beautiful Bike weekly to prep, and just signed up. Nothing out of the ordinary. This year I went to pick up my packet with calmness. This year our 4 year old will be running her first 1k before I run.
So, I have achieved my goal of running weekly, running in 5Ks. I still do not love running, but I do love to get it done and achieve my goals. I love the fact that I can travel anywhere with my running shoes and my running gear and run wherever I am - though sometimes I do find it hard to get out and run on vacation.
I've committed to three 5Ks in 2014 - and this is my #2 run this year. I'll keep you posted!