Sunday, May 2, 2010

Things I learned from my Mother..

This coming Sunday is Mother's Day! I have had the pleasure of being for a mom for the past 6 months, and it has been an amazing journey, but in thi spost I would like to honor my mom!



My sister and I pondered what to get a mom that has everything she already wants and needs. And after much thought and a dinner party we came up with this:









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One one side we got her grandbabies, and on the other our mom with us......Priceless. I can't wait to see her reaction!!! Julie at http://www.photoexpressionsbyjulie.com/ did a great job. She was fast and emailed me the proof and then the finished product and shipped it all within 2 weeks time!!! For under $50.00





Ok so my mom.......

Things I learned from my mother:

1. When buying Halloween candy for the house, make sure it’s something you hate or you’ll eat it all and have to go buy more.
2. Beware of short men.
3. Always wear socks to the gynecologist. You never know whose feet have been in those stirrups.
4. Communication is crucial to happiness.
5. Money buys freedom, not happiness.
6. In times of pain, we do the most growing up.
7. Sometimes you have to suffer for beauty. No one said it was easy.
8. Never make fun of someone on the subway for picking their nose because they might follow you home and wipe it on you.
9. Be careful with the gloss. Sometimes it looks like you just ate a lamb chop.
10. When traveling, never dress like a ragamuffin. Always wear clean underwear and dress handsomely.
11. To pretend you like it even if it’s vile. You’ll find a way to return it, or regift it.
12. Have a dress coat and shoes for all seasons.
13. The man should always love the woman a smidge more.
14. I’m short-waisted, which really means petite, god damn my short legs.
15. Don’t stick your arm out the window.
16. That kissing it really can make it better.
17. Don’t marry anyone who works for his family; they'll control your life.
18. Enunciate.
19. One won’t kill you.
20. If they are nice to you, but rude to the waiter, ask for the check.
21. When my hair is too long, I look like a country western singer.
22. Don’t wear silver and gold together.
23. Never pick up a hitchhiker.
24. To look the other way when I give blood.
25. Always have your own money stored away someplace safe.
26. It’s okay to tell people to fcuk off.
27. To always say “thank you,” even if you don’t mean it.
28. Don’t remove your shoes on airplanes; your feet swell and you might be unable to put them back on, same for driving long distances.
29. Don't make your mother cry on Mother's Day.
30. Always begin by saying, “Well I got it on sale.”
31. That a Buick is a "Italian Canoe."
32. Never get floral wallpaper or anything , “You’ll want to vomit.”
33. To despise the ballet and pretty much anything at Lincoln Center (can you say overkill?).
34. That the small ornaments belong at the top of the tree.
35. To be fearless.
36. Hot chocolate tastes better if you put it in the blender.
37. Don’t eat too much sushi or you’ll get stomach cancer.
38. That I’ll thank her one day for insisting I take saxophone lessons.
39. Bite your lips and pinch your cheeks.
40. To shave or wax the hair on your toes, too.
41. How to wrap packages.
42. To roast marshmallows in the toaster oven when there’s no fireplace.
43. Welcome new neighbors with freshly baked brownies, even if your little sister picked her nose while she helped you make them.
44. That I have a vagina.
45. To pronounce the store Target, Tar-shey.
46.Not to underestimate a stool softener. (Needed while pregnant)
47. How to hover over public toilet bowls without touching anything.
48. Believe me, if it's going well, he won't be looking at your shoes.
49. To make an old-fashioned grilled cheese sandwich.
50. To appreciate coffee and to take it medicinally for headaches. Even though I hate it!
51. If I’m running late with dinner, cook an onion and set the table, “It will appear as if you’ve been cooking all day.”
52. To move the crotch of a bathing suit to the side to pee instead of taking the whole thing off.
53. To flip through magazines backwards cause that's where all the good stuff is.
54. To make Egg Sandwhiches, Eggplant Parmigano, Roasted Peppers, Poor Mans Soup, Lasagna, Meatballs, Custard, Gravy, Square Pizza, and mashed potatoes.
55. Never say “remember me?” to a person. If you have to ask, they didn’t.
56. To wear a girdle....only on your wedding day. You shouldn't ad. what you don't have.
57. When baking, to always crack eggs into their own bowl incase they’re bloody.
58. To love The Beatles.
59. To devein shrimp.
60. It’s all in the presentation.
61. That Dr. Pepper smakes me smile.
62. When you’re mature, you don’t put music on your outgoing message.
63. To eat like a truck driver.
64. To wipe from front to back.
65. Don’t over pluck your eyebrows.
66. Always have a black suit that fits.
67. How to use a vanilla bean pod.
68. Children shouldn’t ever wear black or be permitted to paint their nails red (Navy blue and pale pink were as close as I got).
69. Wear the most expensive accessories you can afford and you’ll always look put-together.
70. To despise Laura Ashley.
71. To appreciate high thread-count sheets.
72. To bait my own hook.
73. To use a wok.
74. Sesame seeds contain calcium.
75. Posture.
76. Don’t lick your knife.
77. To never wear fuchsia. Sometimes I do!
78. To ignore gossip.
79. How to skip a rock on the water.
80. To make the whistle sound with my 2 fingers
81.To do leg lifts.
82. Wearing white makes you feel clean.
83. To make Rice Krispie Treats in the microwave.
84. That I’m “A Priss".
85. Wood makes it taste better.
86. “Christos Anesti”, “Kali Nikta”, “Galaktobouriko” (the only Italian I know: Christ has risen, Goodnight, Type of dessert).
87. To Pronounce GYRO: YEE-ro.
88. Eat raw parsley for good breath.
89. Brush my tongue.
90.To squeeze and feel the burn.
91. Green is my color.
92. To pluck hair out of my mole.
93. To drink my damn water.
94. To always use fresh garlic.
95. To smell food to enhance the flavors I taste.
96. That I’m a terrible driver “The Worst!”
97. How to play “see-food.”
98. Have a glass of wine.
99.To appreciate chicken soup, magazines, extra blankets, chick flicks, and bedtime stories when I’m sick.
100. To love the holidays.
101. Passion.
102. How to be feminine: walk in heels, say excuse me (though I rarely do this), and personalize thank you notes. (Mom you have never worn heels, but ok I listened!)
103. Nobody cares if you can’t dance well, just get up and do it.
104. How to braid.....wait that was DaD
105. When navigating a nearly empty soup bowl, tilt it away from you and do the same with the spoon.
106. To honestly not give a shite what people think but to do what makes me happy.
107. There are kind selfless people in this world; I’m just not always one of them. She is.
108. Just go for a run when your stressed.
109. Sometimes your best friends are the ones that hurt you the most.
110.“Always remember your mother.”




Happy Mother's Day!!!

Sunday, April 25, 2010

2 Hours....Ugh

On a good day at daycare, Ian will nap for about an hour. That's right - he's not even 6 months old and a GOOD day = a 60 minute nap. The problem, I think, is that he is just too interested and excited about what's going on at school that he doesn't want to miss out. Who can blame him?

After picking Ian up from school each day, he is exhausted - you can just see it in his eyes. And, as soon as we get on the road, he's out. Once we get home, we play, eat, take a bath, and give him his last nursing at 7:30pm. Because he is so exhausted from not sleeping all day, he usually falls asleep while nursing. At which point, we have to put him to bed because the poor thing just can't keep his eyes open. And, he usually doesn't get up until 2:30 the next morning, quick nursing, and back out. That's 11 hours of sleeping each night. Doesn't that seem like too much? He really doesn't sleep during the day... so maybe it all evens out?

On top of my worries that he's not getting enough sleep during the day/sleeping too long at night, is my worry that we aren't getting to spend enough time with him. Putting him to bed at 7:30 each night means that I get a total of two hours to spend with him each day. TWO HOURS.TWO.I don't know what to do. I can't make him nap when he's at daycare. I'm not going to force him to stay awake when he can barely keep his eyes open each night. I want to be able to spend quality time (more than 2 hours) with him. Maybe I'm just being stupid, but I just don't want to miss out on anything.... and I feel like I am. But, I don't see any other option.

Besides buying a lottery ticket and crossing my fingers.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

5 months Old!!!


I know this post in a little late...but better late then never!

And, for the very first time, I'm actually sad that he's getting older. Until recently, I always looked forward to him growing older. I couldn't wait until he sleeping longer. I anticipated getting to see him roll over for the very first time. I longed for the moment when he would share a real smile with me. And, the sound of his sweet laugh was something I just couldn't wait any longer to hear.
And, now that all of those moments I so eagerly awaited have come, I find myself wanting to stop time. I want every sweet second with him to last forever. I can't get enough of his slobbery kisses and that smile of his makes my heart completely melt. I want to be able to rock him to sleep every night of my life. I want to be able to hold him forever.
BUT, I have found one phase of his life that I honestly wish would just fly by... teething. Because, knowing that my screaming baby (who suddenly doesn't sleep through the night like he used to) is in pain... and realizing that Tylenol doesn't really make him feel better... is a phase that will not be missed! At all.


With all of the sappy crap aside... Happy 5 months sweet E Man! (My newest nickname for Ian) At 5 months, Ian:

*Still HATES bath time. I have no idea why. Help?
*Weighs 17 lbs 9 oz! Holy cow.
*Wears size 6-9 month clothing... and is busting out!
*Size 2 diapers....we may be saying goodbye swaddlers and hello crusiers
*Has started to like tummy time. Luckily for him, he's realized that he can just roll over!
*Has started squealing with delight - it's the cutest thing!
*Smiles.all.the.time. :)
*Can almost sit unassisted. He'll stay for a few seconds, then it's down he goes!
*Is spitting up more- what the?

*Takes 5 bottles each day, with 5 oz. in each bottle. Nurses about 3 times, and is eatting solids!
*Isn't a fan of green beans, or apples...but LOVES Pears, Avacado, Peas, Squash, and Bananas. *Pears are his favorite!
*Has a new favorite toy: his feet! Anytime he's laying down, he pulls his feet up and grabs onto them... it's so cute!

*Puts his arms up on demand for Daddy. Dan says, "Hands Up!", and up they go!
*Loves to touch/grab your face while you're talking to him. Just make sure he doesn't get your hair or earrings... because he will not let go!

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

5 month Stats!!!

No Check up this month but I do know Ian's weight!!!

He is weighing in like a linebacker at 17.9 pounds!!!!


Next Month we have our next well visit with Dr.Ogden, and I will give all stat updates then!

Sunday, April 11, 2010

I am Alive!!!!




It has been a few weeks since my last post...life has been busy! Between prepping mt class for state exams, Easter, Spring Break, and then taking State Exams, oh and Ian's first cold ugh! Today I am just posting some pictures...up and running next blog, Promise!












Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Things I love.......



My little guy is so silly and just makes me smile. I wanted to share some things I love about him and maybe you'd like to share about your little one in my comments area:



I love the way he puts the soles of his feet together and puts them up in the air when he poops.


I love the way he stares at me and caresses my face adoringly...before he tries to poke my eye out or rip my lips off.


I love the way he's surprised then thrilled every time he sneezes.


I love his giggles, and when he giggles even harder when I ask, "What's so funny?"


I love to change his diaper simply because he loves to have it done. He grins from ear to ear the entire time.


I love breastfeeding him.


I love how he looks at his daddy and gives him a different smile, as if it's just for him!



And finally, I love his wake up smiles, even the 2am slap happy ones.



I could go on and on but I won't :)


Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Top O' The Morning.......

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Tuesday, March 16, 2010

4 Month Stats!!

Ian had his 4 month check-up this morning. Here are his 4 month stats:


Weight: 15 Pounds 5 Oz.- 55th percentile for BF babies

Length: 26 inches- 95th percentile for BF babies

Head Circumfrance: 16 1/4- 55th percentile


While there, the doctor gave us the greenlight to start spoon feeding him if we'd like too. although he is doing great and could stay on BM until his 6 month check up! we are skipping the cereal altogether and have introduced avacado, and banana's, but not on a regular basis just yet.

We also found out that Ian inherited another one of daddy's awesome qualities - he has very sensitive skin. And, due to the cold weather and dry heat, he has some mild Eczema on his cheeks. We just have to keep lubing him up with Aquaphor.

The not so fun part of the appointment was getting his vaccines: one was given orally and the other two were shots - one in each leg. I will say that the shots didn't seem to upset him as much as when the doctor undid his diaper to at a look at his "business". Maybe he's modest?

Monday, March 15, 2010

Yum-O




Ian has tried his first food: Avocado!!!! We have made the personal decision to bypass rice cereal, or oats because they basically have no nutirional value at all. We have choose avocado because:

Avocado makes a great first food for baby due to its texture and creaminess as well as its high nutrient content.

Avocados are often called one of nature's perfect foods because they are said to contain everything a person needs to survive.

A wonderful "good fat" food for baby's brain and physical development, try an avocado as baby's first food instead of refined cereals.

"Sodium- and cholesterol- free, avocados contain valuable nutrients including 8% of the recommended Daily Value (DV) for folate; 4% DV for fiber and potassium, 4% DV for vitamin E; and 2% DV for iron. A serving of avocado also contains 81 micrograms of the carotenoid lutein and 19 micrograms of beta-carotene. Per serving, avocados have 3.5 grams of unsaturated fats, which are known to be important for normal growth and development of the central nervous system and brain."


So PLEASE don't judge, it's our decision!!!!!!


Friday, March 12, 2010

4 months old!!!!

Today, our sweet Ian is 4 months old! He is such a good baby and we really do have the best time with him. I cannot begin to tell you the joy and love this little man has brought into my life. He can truly light up a room and melt your heart with his smile &. His coo and laughs are so contagious. Happy 4 Months Sweet Baby!




At 4 months old, Ian:

*Smiles and giggles and the time

*Puts Most things in his mouth

*Can't sit still

*Drools Constantly

*Has finally figured out his hands and is great at reaaching and grabing for things, and has a killer grip!!!

*Is rolling from his belly to back, and his back to his belly

*Still HATES baths, and plays soccer with his duck, and baseball

*Loves to "stand" on my legs or a flat surface

*Has a new best friend: Sophie

*Loves to talk walks and runs with Mama and Dada









Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Rolling, Rolling, Rolling.....

Mr. Ian has decided he is off and rolling! Saturday as I mentioned he was rolling from back to belly for our morning play session, and then again for daddy on Sunday. Today Dan picked him up from daycare, and when I got home from ZUMBA (errr), he asked me, "Is Ian rolling from his tummy to his back?", and of course I said, "I don't think so", because I haven't seen him. Dan continued to say that Ms. Heidi said that he was doing it all afternoon and she could not get him to stay on his tummy for tummy time. So I took out his daily log anound there it was:

Ian did not get much tummy time today, he kept rolling from his tummy to his back!!


YAY Ian!!! Your such a strong little guy, I love you!!!!

3 Things....

As I sit in my classroom, my students are completing an writing assessment on Response to Lit., so I decided to venture into my mommy message board.....it seems to be getting repeatative lately, and not so busy...but this post was there so I figured I would go ahead and fill it out!!

Enjoy!!

3 things I love right now..

-Ian's laugh and Smile!
-My husband...He is my rock.
-Spring Break is in 4 weeks!!

3 things I hate right now:
-That I am not at home with Ian
-The baby bump I am working on everyday to rid of. ( I know that I am under my prepreg. weight, but the baby bump is killing me!)
-The fact that for the first time in a long time were on a "budget", that allows no extras!

3 things I'm passionate about:
-Breastfeeding!!!
-Making my own baby food!
-Life

3 smells I love:
-Italian Food
-Magnolia Trees
-Brenda Nugent's House

3 places I visit a lot
-Publix(I seem to be there WAY too often)
-Daycare
-Kanoheda

3 things I will change(I changed that from wish I could...I read a book called Excuses Begone so I am not wishing anymore I am changing! ;)
-My weight
-Our Financial Situation
-Where we live

3 things I want to accomplish before I die
-See Ian grow up and be a success, gratuate, get married, and have babies.
-Travel with the hubby
-Have a little girl

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Our Big, BIg, BIG day!

So today was a big day!! First thing this morning Ian rolled over from his back to tummy!!! (not once BUT TWICE!!!!). I was screaming and clapping so loud that I woke up Dan, on his morning to sleep in. Sorry babe!

Then we went to the Zoo! Although Ian is a little too small to actually know where we were he loved looking around at all the animals and people!!! He took in the world every minute, he is so curious!!!!













After the Zoo we had a great lunch in the beautiful sun, and then took our first family run!!!! We have been on walks and a few hikes but no runs!!! We ran to Mirror Lake and home, and Ian love dit, he was babbling, and smiling away!!! Great Job on your first 2 miles Ian!!!

Thursday, March 4, 2010

New Best Friend...Sophie

Ian has a new best friend...............

The second I saw her I was smitten. She stood 7 inches high with big, coal-black eyes, a blush of hot pink on each cheek and a little mouth parted to reveal a cheerful smile. I loved the rich caramel color of her spots, the jaunty bend of her front knee, the way her long, thin neck fit so perfectly in Ian's fat little hand. The texture of her body was soft like suede.
Little did I know that falling in love with this rubber giraffe was the equivalent of falling in love with that cute dress you hoped your friend had bought at Forever 21 but that turned out to be from Marc Jacobs.
She has a name, Sophie, and if you start asking around you'll find that most new moms have at least heard of her, if they haven't already bought her. Maybe they saw her in Us Weekly, clutched in the hands of Nicole Richie's daughter, Harlow Madden, or maybe they saw Sophie back in 2004 being gnawed on by Kate Hudson's son, Ryder Robinson (an early adopter). Perhaps they've gone to a birthday party or a play group where their little one encountered Sophie and was instantly fixated -- a story repeated in dozens of online reviews of the toy. Or possibly they've spotted her at a baby boutique (because you won't find Sophie in the big-box stores). Since Amazon started selling her in 2008, she has consistently ranked in the top three most wished-for items in the baby store and has earned a 4 1/2 -star rating based on 273 reviews.
Ian agrees..........he loves her. The only problem is that the sqeek, makes our dog think it's her toy!




Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Sweet Julie......Perks of being a teacher!

This morning I arrived at school to a note left from the sub. It again snowed in Atlanta, and the city shut down again( bread, eggs, milk, gone!). I had to leave school early to pick up Ian from daycare because they were closing @ 1:00 due to "threatning weather" (snow flurries which turned to water as it hit the ground, but anyhow the note.....
"Your class was OUT OF CONTROL". Oh geez. So for the 1,000 or 1000,000,000 time this year we had, "the talk". But there are sweet ones in my garden of sour patch kids. Juliannes being one, and she handed me this:











inside was this:






Although the Ian Murphy is backwards these are the little reminders that I am loved and repected by my students. How sweet is Julie? Made my day!!!!

I do miss ONE thing about being pregnant....

My hair didn't fall out.


Let me just say that the amount of hair that falls off my head each day is not normal.Everytime I shampoo or brush my hair I loose handfulls. I actually asked Dan if I was going bald on the sides on my front hairline. And, I know it's not a normal amount because even Dan, who frequently tells me: "Melissa, you're fine - you're being a hypochondriac" about everything has told me I need to go to the doctor about it.


Hopefully it's just my body making up for lost time and things will get back to normal soon.


So, there it is... proof that I did truly enjoy one thing about being pregnant: the fact that my hair actually stayed on my head.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Happy Birthday Dr. Suess!!!


Being a teacher celebrating Read Across America and Dr. Suess's birthday, and a breastfeeding mama, I found this poem. It completely made me smile today!!!!




Would you nurse her in the park?
Would you nurse him in the dark?
Would you nurse him with a Boppy?
And when your boobs are feeling floppy?

I would nurse him in the park,
I would nurse her in the dark.
I'd nurse with or without a Boppy.
Floppy boobs will never stop me.

Can you nurse with your seat belt on?
Can you nurse from dusk till dawn?
Though she may pinch me, bite me, pull,
I will nurse her `till she's full!

Can you nurse and make some soup?
Can you nurse and feed the group?
It makes her healthy strong and smart,
Mommy's milk is the best start!

Would you nurse him at the game?
Would you nurse her in the rain?
In front of those who dare complain?
I would nurse him at the game.
I would nurse her in the rain.

As for those who protest lactation,
I have the perfect explanation.
Mommy's milk is tailor made
It's the perfect food, you need no aid.

Some may scoff and some may wriggle,
Avert their eyes or even giggle.
To those who can be cruel and rude,
Remind them breast's the perfect food!

I would never scoff or giggle,
Roll my eyes or even wiggle!
I would not be so crass or crude,
I KNOW that this milk's the perfect food!

We make the amount we need
The perfect temp for every feed.
There's no compare to milk from breast-
The perfect food, above the rest.

Those sweet nursing smiles are oh so sweet,
Mommy's milk is such a treat.
Human milk just can't be beat.

I will nurse, in any case,
On the street or in your face.
I will not let my baby cry,
I'll meet her needs, I'll always try.
It's not about what's good for you,
It's best for babies, through and through.

I will nurse her in my home,
I will nurse her when I roam.
Leave me be lads and ma'am.
I will nurse her, Mom I am.

Monday, March 1, 2010

If I were..... (just for Monday fun!)

If I were a month, I’d be October.
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Saturday!
If I were a time of day, I’d be Twilight (actually the exact moment between day and night).
If I were a planet, I’d be Earth.
If I were a sea animal, I’d be Starfish.
If I were a direction, I’d be whatever direction points to home!
If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a Chaze Loune.
If I were a liquid, I’d be water with a touch of lemon.
If I were a gemstone, I’d be a diamond so I could sparkle and never break!
If I were a tree, I’d be Solid as Oak.
If I were a tool, I’d be a level.
If I were a flower, I’d be daisy.
If I were a kind of weather, I’d be Lake Placid weather-a little bit of everything all in one day.
If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a saxophone.
If I were a color, I’d be tourquois, like the ocean!
If I were an emotion, I’d be love.
If I were a fruit, I’d be a Granny Smith Apple.
If I were a sound, I’d be laughter.
If I were an element, I’d be water.
If I were a car, I’d be VW Convertible Beetle.
If I were a food, I’d be Chocolate.
If I were a place, I’d be the mountains!
If I were a material, I’d be silk.
If I were a taste, I’d be sweet.
If I were a scent, I’d be Coconut.
If I were an object, I’d be pictures.
If I were a body part, I’d be the hands.
If I were a facial expression, I’d be a smile.
If I were a song, I’d be I’m Alive-Kenny Chesney/Dave Matthews!
If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be barefoot and free!

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Guilt turned Grateful.............

I am grateful for being a mother, for a bright, happy little boy who amazes me everyday.

I am grateful for invites to girls nights, potlucks, and most especially happy hours.


I am grateful for fried pickle spears and ranch dressing, to lawn sprinklers, and linguine. To fireflies, big lake placid skies with stars, and people who admit their vulnerabilities. Driving with the top down at night. Cotton so soft it feels like silk. Stain proofing warranties.

I am grateful for my health, for knowing what my gifts are and what I was put on this earth to do, for the friendships that feel like family, for Monroe's pink toes, for Egyptian cotton.

I am grateful for the blessings I've received and the strength and courage I have to keep myself open to receiving them, for pies, for wrap-around porches with rocking chairs and sweet southern tea.

I am grateful for the support I get daily from strangers around the world, for panera sandwiches, and for smartbalance.

I am grateful for Danny, his ability to make me laugh, think, and cry every day, for how he's always there when I need him most.

I am grateful for my sister's laugh and how loving and needy she is, for our history together, clawing up the stairs of our house, for her heart and her health.

I am grateful for Starbucks gingerbread lattes and iced caramel macchiatos, for the wisdom I've gained from my family, for the closeness I have with them, for their health and happiness.

I am grateful for the ever growing relationship Dan and I have with Dale and Amanda, our comfort level with them, all many advendtures.

I am grateful for the clarity I have about the direction of my life, knowing what my passions are, for lacy bras and clean underwear.

I am grateful for Krista and her ability to calm me, for her loyalty.

I am grateful for Jessica's perspective, heart, and unrelenting love and support, for her giggle and love of me, for our Dorito's Binges,for the way she quotes me in my Melissisms.

I am grateful for Amanda, for always feeling like sweats and flip flops is a night on the town.

I am grateful for Georgia even my little town of Villa Rica.

I am grateful for my education, for grilled cheese sandwiches, for the strength I have to be honest.

I am grateful for leftovers and delivery, for the strength I've found in the most lonesome, frightening, places, for the shelter, for having the dedication to follow my dreams in the face of negativity.

I am grateful for being taught I can do anything I set my mind to.

I am grateful for my hands, for my ability to communicate, for air conditioning and movie theaters.

I am grateful for Elysha and how alike we are, how we think the same way, and finish one another's sentences.

I am grateful for lamp-lit snow, salty hamptons streets, and the new friendships I make in yellow summer days.

I am grateful for wine vineyards, the ability to travel, for free will and the love I have in my life.

I am grateful for my childhood, for my adolescence, for my now.

I am so grateful for my ability to honor and trust my intuition.

I am grateful for a family that forces me to get up and dance in the face of tragedy.

I am grateful for my ability to cook, to speak my mind, for strangers who smile at me.

I am grateful for the heartfelt emails from old friends who tell me I make a difference in their lives, for my beaba baby food processor and mixer, for my knives and Paula dean Frying Pan.

I am grateful for the Paddington Bear on my desk, and for the person who sent him.

I am grateful for barefoot beach barbecues, campfires and flashlights, bug spray, and old friends who can always pick up where we left off.

I am grateful for movie theatre popcorn, lobster bibs, and the ocean. For the people who defend this country.

I am grateful for the family that chose me, and the family that got me.

I am grateful for being recognized for my gifts, for my heart, for my love.

I am grateful I was born a woman in the US.

I am grateful for the kindness of strangers, for my ability to feel emotions so strongly (the good and the bad), for knowing how to learn from my mistakes.

I am grateful for my job, the privileges I was born with, and the strengths I inherited.

I am so grateful for my ability to laugh in the face of tears, to love openly, and to live with kindness as my motivation.

I am grateful to those who have made room for me in their lives.

I am grateful for the love I've been shown in my life, in my days, in all my moments.

I am grateful that there’s still so much out there that excites me, that there’s so much still to learn. That I have the ability to make small choices every day that can change my life forever. I’m grateful that I know my power, and am relieved that I at least know how absurd people sound who say things like, "I’m grateful that I know my power." Mostly, I’m grateful for the people who can read a list of "gratefuls" without mentioning how often I’m grateful for food. Mmm, frozen bananas dipped in chocolate.



Wow, that is a lot to be grateful for...better not ever bring me home for Thanksgiving....we would never get to eat!

Letting go of Guilt....

Guilt is a cognitive or an emotional experience that occurs when a person realizes or believes —accurately or not— that they have violated a moral standard, and bear sole responsibility for that violation.[1] It is closely related to the concept of remorse.

I have been feeling this a lot lately. I feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders and its crushing me. My mind won't stop and I really want it to. Then I think maybe, if I put my feelings out there and get it off my chest, I'll feel better. I want to focus on the things I have to be thankful for. And I have so much to be thankful for! Here it goes:

I feel guilty for leaving Ian 5 days a week.
I feel guilty for having a college degree (an expensive one, that I will pay for every month even after Ian is in college) and wanting to stay home and raise children.
I feel guilty for wishing Dan made more money so that I could stay home.
I feel guilty spending any money on myself when I know we as a family are trying to keep ends meet.
I feel guilty for watching TV after Ian goes to bed and not cleaning or working out.
I feel guilty for realizing that I would probably miss working, if in fact I did stay home.
I feel guilty for not being a better wife.I feel guilty for not loving my "after baby body", so that I can be a better wife.
I feel guilty for always focusing on what Dan didn't do, instead of what he did do.
I feel guilty for not being a better friend.
I feel guilty for being so, so very tired. I am exhausted - emotionally and physically.
I feel guilty for feeling guilty.
I feel guilty for wanting more.
I feel guilty for sleeping on Sundays, instead of taking my family to church.
I feel guilty for bearing so much weight, but not being able to let Dan share in my burden.
I feel guilty for feeling burdened by my household roles.I feel guilty for for posting this.
I feel guilty for not just being thankful.


There I said it, and you know sometimes it does feel good to get it off your chest!

Sunday, February 14, 2010

3 Months Old!!!!


Happy Valentine's Day!!!

Holy cow - I CANNOT believe Ian turned 3 months old yesterday! He is getting so big , Dan and I can't imagine what our lives were like before he graced us with his presence. We must have been so bored! At three months, Ian:

*Still hates tummy time, but it's getting better.
*Is a kicking fool - loves to kick his ducky in the bath!
*Might be the world's best behaved baby - whenever we take him out to eat and our sweet Ian sits quietly, wide awake, or asleep, in his carrier through the whole dinner!
*Is such a good sleeper!
*Is so happy. We couldn't have asked for a sweeter baby.
*Drools like no one's business. We have to change his outfits (and ours too) numerous times each day.

*Knows when he is hungry and does a little scream if not given his milk pronto!
*Has started to suck his fist - and pull on his tongue. ( No idea why, he is a goof!)

*Can support his weight and stand if we're helping him. He's gotten so good at going from a laying down position (on his back) to standing straight up.. just by us pulling him up by his arms.
*Can reach for and grab onto toys!
*"Talks" to us all the time - it's the sweetest sound I've ever heard!


Happy 3 Months, Ian!


Saturday, February 13, 2010

Ian's First Snow!!!

In Georgia, the possibility of snow will shut down the state. This Friday it was forecast 100%. So, you can imagine the excitement (and the craziness on the milk and bread isle) when here in Atlanta, we actually got about 3 inches! It was so pretty!





















Ian's 3 month stats!!!

What a growing boy we have on our hands!!!! I am unsure of his percentile ranks because I had to measure these on my own, his next well visit is in March at his 4 month appointment!

Weight: 14lb 9oz
Length: 24 inches
Head Circumference: 16 inches

Monday, February 1, 2010

Could he BE any cuter?

Ian has invented a new sport, "Duck Soccer"....................


Sunday, January 31, 2010

Hang In There!

During those first months of our new life with a baby, I honestly thought we were done - Ian was going to be our only child because I didn't think I would ever be able to go through that again.
Prior to Ian's birth, everyone kept telling me the same thing: the first few months are hard. And, they were right. Hard might even be an understatement. Those first months suck... bad. It was hard to get use to the lack of sleep. It was hard to try and comfort a screaming baby, when I had no clue why he was screaming. It was hard to adjust to the fact that I was no longer the first priority. It was hard to transition from being a selfish person... to a selfless parent. It was hard to get up each morning and go to work... only to come home and keep working until I was finally able to fall crawl into bed. Hard? Yes.
Rewarding? Completely. After conquering those first few months, I look back and would do it all over again in a heartbeat (just not anytime soon , okay?). Why? It's not because I've somehow just suddenly forgotten how rough it actually was. Trust me, I will never forget. It's because I now get to reap the rewards of those difficult months every single day. From waking up a sleeping baby, who starts my day with the sweetest smile... to picking up an excited boy from daycare, who seems so thankful that I'm there to get him. Ian gives me a greater purpose in life and, for that, I am so thankful.
Trust me - I'm not one to give motherly advice. I'm surprised that Ian actually survived the first months, especially considering all of the mistakes I made (and sadly, continue to make). BUT, I do know one thing that I feel certain I should share with those new (and soon-to-be new) moms out there: Those first few months suck. BUT, despite how challenging and difficult they are, I promise you it will all be completely, perfectly, and wonderfully worth every second. Hang in there - it only gets better each day!
And, if I was able to survive it, then trust me - anyone can!



Thursday, January 14, 2010

2 Months Old!!!!

So I was super excited to get our Picky Sticky's in the mail!!! I didn't have them for month 1 so we will start with month 2!!! These are great inventions!!! Stickers that state the month, Each sticker is 4" in diameter and is made of transparent sticky paper. When applied it LOOKS like an iron-on transfer. You can order them here:

http://www.pickysticky.com/index.php


On Ian's 2 month birthday I tried to take some pictures...TrIeD, he was not having it! I guess when we look back I can show him this......







I just love his little chubby legs!!! He really is a happy baby all the time, he just hates when I play dress up and take pictures! But I am his mom, and will do this for the rest of his life!
At two months old, Ian...

*Is Still unsure about bathtime! He loves to play soccer with his rubber duck, And HATES the part where we take him out of the bath and he's cold
*Hates to have his diaper changed -
*Has become such a happy boy - he smiles every morning, noon, and night.
*Shows us that he recognizes certain people by kicking his legs and smiling at them
*Hates having on a wet diaper... but really, who would like that?
*Isn't too fond of tummy time - but he'll have to get over that!
*Rolled over! I think it was a fluke, but he rolled from his tummy to his back to the left side while at daycare, I haven't seen it yet.....
*Loves to eat - he gets soo mad when we even take the breast or bottle away just to burp him!
*Sleeps for 6 hours straight at night - YAY Ian!
*Trys to talk back to you by cooing and making funny noises!
*Can hold his head up pretty well when we put him on his tummy

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Ian's Two Month Stats

Weight: 11 lb 7 oz - 50th Percentile
Length: 23 inches- 75th Percentile
Head Circumference: 15 1/2 inches- 50th Percentile

Monday, December 14, 2009

My New Life...


Ok so most of you know by now that I started a blog a while back, who am I kidding 2008 is more than a while, anyhow ..... I went to NY to see my sister and it got lost in the Adirondack Mountains somewhere......perhaps on Haystack, or Marcy, I'm not quite sure.....
I think I can say at this point this blog has evolved into a full-blown mommy blog. There are random tidbits of non-mommy related issues and events of the world thrown in as well.Basically, I am a new mom trying to document that ever changing job for myself, my child, my friends and family. These are strictly my opinions and rants. Please don't take them for more than that!!!
My New Life has started with the birth of Ian!! I am not going to back track and fill in all the boring details of my birth story ect. Although birth was not as hard and horrible as I imagined, Dan and I were laughing and joking all through labor!! I am going to start here with my new life.....married, with Ian at 2 months!!!
Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sunday, December 13, 2009

One Month Old!

On Ian's one month birthday we had a photo shoot with Mike Paul Edde (Beacon Photography)!!!
P.S. We love Mikey, he even flew to NY do take photos of our wedding for an entire weekend. I like to think Ian was a natural!!!!!
He started off like this:














and then went to this:























and ended like this:





You Know Your A Mom When....



When you can do almost anything one handed; including typing and preparing meals!
When your husband says to you "babe, you have spit up all over your shirt" and you say nonchalantly "I know" and have known it was there for hours and didn't care.
When you have serious conversations about poop.
When shaving has become a luxury. Hey you barely have time to shower let alone actually shave while your in there!
When you don't want strangers to even look at your new baby for fears that just them breathing in his direction will cause him to catch something.
When your 19 students say "We'll be his mommy and you can be his big sister" and for a moment it sounds like a good idea.
When you leave your new baby even if its just for an hour or 2 with daddy and you feel incredibly guilty. Because you know...he's so little he needs his mommy!
When the slightest grunt, fart, or wiggle wakes you up.
When you finally feel like you have purpose.
and lastly
When you experience love like you never knew existed before; each time you look into his eyes...or see him smile...or waiting for the first time he tells you he loves you...and when you can’t imagine life or anything like it without your child. That's when you know your a mom.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

A letter for my baby.....

Dear Brooke or Ian,

I cannot believe you are going to be here anyday now! I am a little sad I won't be feeling you squiring around in my belly anymore. Even though it can be very weird and sometimes painful, I have gotton a lot of joy out of watching my belly warp as you wiggle. I love finding your feet and poking them to have move them away.You love kicking them in my ribs, I think you may be a soccer player. Right now I have you all to myself and I don't have to share you with anyone. Daddy does feel and watch but its not the same for him as it is for me. He can see and feel your hiccups and kicks on th eoutside, and I feel them on the inside. He dosen't get woken up in the middle of the night because you are awake and kicking him! And he hasen't had the chance to feel the pain of your foot in his ribs, lucky him!

Watching you grow inside me has been such an amazing experience for the both of us, and now we get to watch you grow on the outside. Mommy and Daddy already have so much love for you. It's crazy to think th elove we have right now will tremendously increase when we have you in our arms.

The world you are about to enter can be a scary place, and we promise to protect you as best as possible. We want to be the type of parents you can come to when you need advice, have concerns, when you are scared, lonley, frustarted, happy, mad or maybe just need to talk. We plan on being very open with you and by doing this hope to have a close relationship. We want to be the type of family that eats dinner together, has family game nights, and goes on family vacations. We will support you with your decisions and help you acheive your goals. For the next 18 years we are responsible for you and we promise to mak ethem the best 18 years any kid could ask for by caring fo ryou with all the love we have. Always remember, no matter what happens, we will be there fo ryou and will always love you. There is nothing you can do to take that away.

I am about 10 days away from my due date and not sure it has actually hit Daddy and me. It has been easy these past 9 months to say we are going to be Mom and Dad, but to actually imagine ourselves with a little baby is difficult to do. We have had many converations about if you are a boy or a girl, what will you look like? Will you have Mommy's brown eye's or Daddy's crazy 2 different color eyes? How much hair will you have? Whatever you are, you are half me, and half Dan (daddy), which makes you perfect!!!

Love,
Mom

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Growing apart...to grow together.

I am very close with my family. So, Monday, I am flying home for some bonding. Only my sister and I can bond on a level unexplainable. I can't wait. I love her children more than all of the grilled cheese on wheat (my favorite food) on God's great earth so I am stoked to say the least. Recently my sisters family has been going through some though situations. Since I am on summer break I have decided to go home for a few weeks to lend my hand, heart, patience, and shoulder to her. It's funny growing up we went through these stages...first when she was born I hated her! Who was this alien looking creature here to take over my parents attention? But soon as she grew, she grew on me and I loved helping take of her. Then as we went through elementary school she was my best friend. We did everything together, had to have the same colors of everything. If I ordered chicken fingers with a baked potato and salad with Ranch dressing, she ordered the same. If I wanted mint chocolate chip ice cream, so did she. If I wore braids in my hair, She wanted to wear braids in hers. To sidestep my copy-cat ways (or perhaps just to be mean), I would often insist that she order her meal in the restaurant first. Or, I would order something, she would order the same and I would then change my mind and order something else.
Like most older siblings, I could be cruel. When we got to high school we were totally opposites. I was the preppy athlete, she was the sloppy skater wanna be. We Clashed!! I would ignore her in the hallways all the time, she would yell, "Hey SIS!", I hated her. I wish she would just go away and never come back again. I was so embarrassed by her. Maybe I was this way because she always looked up to me, and I liked that. My own sister made me feel so special and popular. What I realize now is that we had to become our own people, and grow apart to again grew back together.
Anyway, the day I left for college she rode in my car with me, and we followed my parents. I had no idea what I was going to talk to her about for 2 and half hours. I hated her. She hated me. But something crazy happened in that car ride. I don't quite remember what or how it started, but we just started talking, and singing and laughing. God works in mysterious ways! As we arrived on campus she said, "I hope your ready for this!", and I replied, "Bring it on!"....we unpacked and then went to eat. Most awkward meal of my life. My dad was crying, my mom was quite and not really eating, my sister and I just staring at each other, knowing we were both thinking just say something! The meal ended and I was left alone. I started praying for all the obvious things a 18 year old would pray for in a new place knowing no one. A few hour later the phone rang....my sister. I was so relived! From that day on we talked everyday, sometimes 3 times. Again we needed space to grow apart, to grow together!
She is my best friend. She has always been there for me even when I treated her like my greatest nemesis. Unlike my sister, I have a stubborn grip on optimism and the belief that, if you are nice to people, they will treat you in kind. My sister is more of a realist and, as a result, tends to get hurt a lot less than me. This brings me to the only reason I am dreading our visit. The reasons I am going there run deep, and I will remain them to her privacy. But our conversations will run deep, and I may get frustrated and hurt. I ask god for the strength to see her side, and understand what she has been going through for the past 8 years, and in turn give her the strength and enlightenment that she needs, and is seeking from me.
So, as much as I want and need to spend time with my sister and let her be with someone who loves her unconditionally and makes her laugh like nobody's business, I am afraid. I want so badly to tell her how I have been feeling because I know that she, more than anyone else in this world, wants me to guide her. At the same time, however, I know my sister will not sugar coat the situation and any guidance I provide may get burnt in her burning fire.
Bottom Line goes without saying.....I have been graduated from college for 5 years now, and moved away from home for 5 years now. We were growing apart only by distance, and growing together by sisterhood, age, and wisdom. So let growing apart, let us grow together on this visit home. Love you sister!

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

play..don't let him get you

Take a risk every day, even if it's small. Get home a different way, take a new path; you'll see new things. Sometimes when my friends and I go out, we make a dare for the night. I'm not revealing what we've dared one another, so don't ask. I've begun to dare myself lately. Be bolder. Do what scares you. Do what's hard. The Devil throws these challenges at us, to test us I believe. To test our character, our strengths, our person. Do not let him get you!
I went to the beach this morning and I was cranky. What's wrong with me? I should be happy. I just married the man that makes me smile everyday, I have agreat job, a beautiful new house. I was restless. I don't play enough. I need to change that. When is the last time you really played? So I got up, walked to the water, got wet, then decided to build a drippy droopy sand castle. I dug a moat and built a bridge. I'd forgotten that when you dig in the sand, deep enough, you hit a layer of shellso rock before you hit water. I loved relearning that. I was building a sand castle by myself, for no reason at all. For play. Who does that? I did.
A fifth grade girl named Margaret joined me to help. "Wow, fifth grade. When I was in fifth, we were learning cursive.""Golly, I learned that in like second grade." She was chewing grape gum
and offered me a piece. "Well, don't feel bad, times are different now." We talked about her school and how she just got her ears pierced. "Not at Claire's. Their biggest selling accessory is infection." I began to blink. Was I hearing things? "That's what my mom says." She then told me her mother's cancer was in remission and how her friend Debbie is getting a second hole in her ear. "But she's allowed because she is handicapped."
Our conversation reminded me of how much I have to be thankful for. I was also glad, for the first time in my life, that I had short weakass nails... all the better to play in the sand with. A moat is a good time. Go play.

Friday, June 20, 2008

a nod to sunscreen and flossing

I'm drunk on Patron that's been filtered through a watermelon and subsequently mixed over a frozen margarita. I had to disclose this, so what's to follow will make sense to someone. This all came after I drove home from Atlanta, after having dinner and drinks with my girlfriends I had not seen in 3 weeks. Conversation started about "What we wish we knew then, that we do now"...... I was sitting here wondering what would I say, if I could, to my younger self. You know, if we went for drinks at a Mexican joint (this place, Rosa Mexicano, Atlantic Station, is hardly a joint), and I began a sentence with, "Okay, there's something you should know..." what would follow? See, it's easy to tent a blanket of "don't take life so seriously" on it, but that's like telling someone to "just relax". The words are there, we hear them, but they don't make us feel any differently. It's too easy. It's lazy advice. If I could I would only say be like Job, he was always faithful no matter what was thrown at him, and was just a great guy. People looked at Job when he was wealthy and healthy and said he was a righteous man, and likewise did the Lord.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

StraIGHT Up...MeLiSsA

So now that I am married...I guess I am move on from Journal Writing, Prayer Journals, MySpace Blog, and just write on a blog....I mean it is 2008 right. So to open it just a little bit about me and then I swear they will be more interesting and upbeat. I really love some of my old stuff so that may find its way back here, more elaborated.

Here it goes...............
When I write something brilliant, I actually kiss the screen (okay, sometimes I lick it). There is nothing I derive more pleasure from than writing. Okay, seex and food so don't count. My job. Touching bark, grass stains, campfires, fireflies, swings.Blender foamed hot chocolate with real marshmallows.Lit fireplaces, playing board games, smartwool socks. Manicures, a great blow out, the perfect outfit in its bag waiting for the evening, shoes still boxed. Losing the used to be's, train rides, strangers, quilting, my nephews. My legs after I exfoliate, grapefruit lotion in summer, rose oil in winter, memories of climbing into bed with my parents. Tea sandwiches, cucumber ice water, lavender eye mask, Egyptian cotton robe, slippers. Singing in the car, cream cheese frosting, convertibles, bing cherries, lemonade stands, awnings, rosemary, vegetable gardens, sprinklers, jelly jars, Italian signs, linen. Driving for ice cream, ballgames and frankfurters, picnics, upstate to watch the leaves. Jersey tomatoes, vodka sauce. Finding things in common, soup, movie hopping, wine tastings. Witty slang, Starbucks with Todd and Kristen, when Danny takes out his balls, girls nights, im chats with Pete. Recipes with Mom, Phone calls from old friends you thought were gone, Artichokes with drawn butter( The best in Utah), Room service, well-done French fries, blueberry picking, doing nothing.Returning home after a week away, speaking to Monroes' belly and kissing her bald spot.High thread count sheets, gerbas by the bed, naps, the smell of beer can roasted chicken.Laughing until it pisses everybody off, tasting menus, dinner parties, thoughtful gifts. Wine. Personalized stationery, calligraphy, piano bars, children's books, finger painting, Lego's.Fresh cut fruit in a bowl in my fridge, watching lifetime movies, my bed.Christmas music year-round (my favorite: baby it's cold outside), old-fashioned grilled cheese sandwiches, Parlors. Spicy nachos from the movie theatre, girlie movies, Evo's, the Fall.B eing sore from too much seex, having faceburn from his stubble after a day of kissing. Chicken pot pie, Champagne, Christmas time. Cooking for people who love to eat, butterscotch pudding, cookbooks, honey. Silver stars, Garters, Nervenkitt Jewelry, my teeth, thanksgiving, ribbons in my hair. MONROE. Blender drinks, tall drinking glasses, rectangular plates, garnish, mini hamburgers, playing Cranium, cookouts, clambakes on the ocean, cokctail hour, banana curls, letters, when he calls, listening to songs on repeat, meatballs, my humus, staring, compliments, pixie dust, sleeping bags, acoustic guitar, crying, breathing, sitting on the floor in a meeting, being able not to care and saying it, caring, a new toothbrush, boat rides, skinny dipping, fishing, being able to keep adding to this list, being me.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Ready or Not.........

Here I am! All my life stories, experiences, and interactions! ready or not.....here I come!

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Anxiety Sucks


I've noticed that the more news I hear the more I tend to worry. Really, it's hard to keep up with what we're supposed to be worrying about. should we worry about the plain-vanilla flu or Bird Flu? Should we worry about a recession, A Depression, a global financial meltdown? Is there a child predator in our neighborhood or a crazed kidnapper lurking in our city? Is that pain in my side some rare disease? Perhaps the one I saw advertised on TV just last night. Perhaps I should ask my doctor..... Or perhaps, I remind myself that statistically our children have never been safer, we have never been healthier and our nation has never been wealthier. It is, by almost all measures, the best of times. So perhaps what I should do is turn off the TV, shut down the computer, ignore the alarmist headlines and do what I can: Go for a hike, buckle up, buckle up my children, eat well...most of the time, lend a helping hand, get some sleep, express gratitude. Perhaps then I'll see that we are, in fact, doing just fine.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Dear C, and Mean drunk

I'm not an affectionate drunk but a hostile one. It begins sweet and loving then corners demanding throughout the night. I'm a demanding drunk. Tell me you love me. Let me show you how I love you. It's too in your face. And shit, sometimes I just cry. But mostly, I've never been called a bad drunk, have never hurt anyone, except myself once in a bad skipping accident which landed me in the emergency room. I received a text message today from a male friend, at 9:10 am, asking, "What does it mean when a girlfriend is nicest to you when she is drunk? Would appreciate your honest opinion." Well now. I'd pull up my sleeves and take this on, thriving, as I do, over relationship questions.

Before I share my advice, give him yours because he needs it. Oh, and I know as much about them as you do. Nothing.

Not that I need to, now that the boy has gotten an earful, but as promised, here was my take on it--it's along the lines of what everyone else has said:

It means she pretty much sucks the rest of the time, so keep her liquored up. Well, it's never that simple, or we never let it be, but that's essentially what you're saying. That really, you don't like how she treats you while she's sober. Maybe it's her guard, insecurity, but whatever the reason and whatever we analyze it to be, it doesn't change the fact that you prefer her when she's drunk, because it's then that she's actually nice. That should tell you a little something about how you feel about her.

Too often in relationships we tend to focus on analyzing the other person's behavior, trying to decode their everything. So much so that we sometimes neglect focusing on how we feel, independent on how they feel for us. It's a fear, maybe, of being more vulnerable. Now maybe, as sad as this is, maybe she just feels lonesome and sad for herself when she'd drunk, so she needs more, gives more to get more, using alcohol and you as a crutch, a stand-in to make her feel upright and good about herself. But that might be a little too much analyzing, even for me. The key here is, I imagine your asking has very little to do with her feelings for you and more to do with how alcohol affects her temperament. And as I've stated, how you feel about her. So it says more about you, as does asking the advice of me, instead of just speaking with her outright about all of it. But perhaps that's a lesson for another time.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Long hair on men, eh

.The other night I watched one of the best movies I'd seen in a long time. Not Shawshank best, or Sense & Sensibility best, not even Tootsie best--more like Fried Green Tomatoes best. A total chick flick that left me crying that good cry. The perfect blend of quirky, crave, sass, and hormone treatment, Waitress is a ridiculously adorable film with snappy dialog and peculiar characters so endearing that it makes you want to up and leave the house in a bathrobe to make new friends. If you ask me, there aren't nearly enough over the top, I don't give a rat's testicle what you think of me people. (Do rats have testicles?) Sick, now all I can think of is that little silver ball inside an etch-a-sketch.

I want to go bake pies, to slice up a bunch of peaches on a brand new wooden block, to muddle berries and fold them into a drape of chocolate, and dammit, I want to meet more characters that tell it like it is, don't give a hoot what all you have to say about their business, people who say "what all." And then I want to sing to my babies and put on a yellow dress.

Aside from the strange on purpose people in the film, I found myself rooting for things I'm morally opposed. It's like those movies where you want the killer to get off on a technicality. You don't want them to get caught. You want their sick twisted bank robbery to go off without a snag. You want them to get away with the diamonds or the other woman's husband. Or you're psyched when Sawyer shoots Zeek in the head. Yeah, PSYCHED someone was killed.

What I learn when I watch these films is no matter how staunch my moral convictions, I begin to question them after movies like this. Maybe I can find my way across the line and somewhat understand, even side with, "the other woman." And while I love the ability of art to force me to reconsider things, one thing ain't changin': men who wear their hair down to the middle of their backs are not, ever, appealing.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Becoming a true women........

A good woman is proud of herself. She respects herself and others. She is aware of who she is. She neither seeks definition from the person she is with, or does she expect them to read her mind. She is quite capable of articulating her needs. A good woman is hopeful. She is strong enough to make all her dreams come true. She knows love, therefore she gives love. She recognizes that her love has great value and must be reciprocated. If her love is taken for granted, it soon disappears. A good woman has a dash of inspiration, a dabble of endurance. She knows that she will, at times, have to inspire others to reach the potential God gave them. A good woman knows her past, understands her present and moves toward the future. A good woman knows God. She knows that with God the world is her playground, but without God she will just be played. A good woman does not live in fear of the future because of her past. Instead, she understands that her life experiences are merely lessons, meant to bring her closer to self knowledge and unconditional self love.

Monday, December 31, 2007

Thinking of the New Year 2008

Loving Presence
Surround Yourself With Love
In our everyday life we are surrounded by a variety of people. Some of the people we deal with on a daily basis are a joy to be with, and their loving presence nurtures and encourages us. Others may have the opposite effect, draining us of our energy, making us feel tired and exhausted. Our well-being can be easily influenced by those around us, and if we can keep this in mind, we will have greater insights into the quality of our social interactions and their energetic effect on us.

Once we think more deeply about the people we interact with, it becomes easier for us to work toward filling our lives with people who help us cultivate healthy and positive relationships. Even though it might not always seem like we have much control over who we are with, we do. The power to step back from toxicity lies within us. All we have to do is take a few moments to reflect on how another person makes you feel. Assessing the people we spend the most time with allows us to see if they add something constructive to, or subtract from, our lives. Should a friend sap our strength, for example, we can simply set the intention to tell them how we feel or simply spend less time with them. We will find that the moment we are honest with ourselves about our own feelings, the more candid we can be with others about how they make us feel. While this may involve some drastic changes to our social life it can bring about a personal transformation that will truly empower us, since the decision to live our truth will infuse our lives with greater happiness.

When we surround ourselves with positive people, we clear away the negativity that exists around us and create more room to welcome nurturing energy. Doing this not only enriches our lives but also envelopes us in a supportive and healing space that fosters greater growth, understanding, and love of ourselves as well as those we care about.

Peace & Blessings,

Melissa

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Looking Back Before Moving Ahead

As the New Year approaches, our minds turn to what lies ahead. It's a time to set goals for the next 365 days, to challenge ourselves to adopt a better attitude, do away with bad habits and set ourselves back on the never-ending path to self improvement on the whole. But while New Year's resolutions should infuse us with hope and empowerment, all that self examination can draw our attention to our shortcomings and put uncomfortable emphasis on the goals we have not yet met. Before you set a plan for the future, take a hard look at the past. Acknowledge all the goals you have achieved and the person you've become. We could all stand to improve on ourselves -- it's an essential part of our humanity -- but don't lose sight of how far you've had to come to get where you are!

Saturday, October 28, 2006

Rules.....

In a relationship I try to follow these rules:

I will try my hardest not to overreact, as I tend to do in life.
I will only deal with one issue at a time, without introducing topics or incidents from the past, as hard as it might seem.
I will never attack any of his vulnerabilities, or hurt him in order to have the last word by being sarcastic or calling him names.
I will always respect and keep the trust with which he has entrusted me.
I will try to avoid sweeping generalizations like you always and you never.
Before I start in I will ask myself what exactly is bothering me and what do I expect and want him to do about it. I will offer compromise and think about possible outcomes that would be acceptable.
I will try to remember that the idea is not to win but to be kind and come to a solution we can both live with.
Most of all, I will try to improve my listening skills. I will try to be careful not to interrupt him and to genuinely hear his concerns and feelings.
I will accept responsibility for a problem that I might have with him, realizing that we have a problem, not just you have a problem.
I will always be loyal to him and our relationship first and foremost.
I will always make sure that his needs are being met as long as they are communicated to me.
I will continually work on letting go of the past to heal my heart and mind.
I will never, ever, fight with him in front of our children (god-willing)
Instead of telling him that I am pissed or angry, I will replace it with the more telling emotions of fear, hurt, or frustration.

In the meanwhile, I'll try to work on my issue of Insecurity. My issue, the need to feel love.

In my relationship Ive been very independent yet dependent. I have my own friends. Im active with them. I have a support network of family and friends who are always available to listen. Ive got my own interests of photography, my work, anything creative, and when that all falls short, I use the energy to take care of the person Im with. Look up recipes they might like, plan fun dates, or fun surprise gift ideas. Im nurturing and understanding, sensitive and emotionally available. I get dependent (or needy) when I feel insecure. If were fighting or not having seex, I get so crazed to fix things I think because Im not getting my way, and I end up acting out to try to get my way. Or I try to make him feel bad, punish him so he feels as frustrated as I do, because then I think I might get the love and adoration Im seeking, but through fear.

I wanted to be my ex's sole attention even when he wasnt with me, I wanted him to miss me and think of me often. I hated when he would say he wanted to do something else like go play golf. Me me me. I wanted adoration. And I punished him when he didnt give it enough. And it was never enough, eventually. And we know how that turned out. And now, I see myself repeating the same thing. Less so though because I trust him. I dont get jealous if he wants to hang with his friends. I do care though that he doesnt necessarily want alone time with me as much as I do.

I have a problem with recency. Only focusing on the past 3 days, fixate on that, and then try to run instead of looking at the universal picture, the us we have been, the he that he has been and Im ready to throw it away.