Wednesday, July 1, 2009

I like big butts and I cannot lie

Pregnancy and childbirth does crazy things to your body. Where you once had smooth, firm skin you now have stretchmarks, my hips were actually narrower after having Nathan than they were before (this changed after Conrad) and my least favorite effect; my ass moved to my stomach.

No joke.

I once had this nice round, full butt but after Conrad was born that changed. All of a sudden I had this gut out front and my back and butt became one straight line. As a PBW (Proud Black Woman) this was NOT okay with me. I LOVE my curves. My husband loves my curves. And having one migrate to the front was by no means acceptable.

One of the first things I told Rell when we started working out was that I wanted my butt back. I even pointed out my idea of a great butt when we were hanging out in the weight room. She encouraged me to clean up my eating and cut back on my drinks (the South had me turning to alcohol a little too frequently) and said she'd help take care of the rest.

Two months later I've held up my end of the deal and she has as well. After a ridiculous number of squats, lunges (of every imaginable type; side, back, crossover and walking) and other burning, screaming, pain inducing gluteal workouts, my derriere is higher and tighter than it's been in a while. I actually caught myself checking out my own ass this morning while getting dressed. I had to stop, turn around and actually said out loud, "Damn you look good!" and as I headed off to finish getting dressed I shook my head because as much as I hated to stop watching myself in the mirror, I LOVED watching me walk away! ;)


Friday, June 26, 2009

Insomniac's inspiration

I woke up about 3am and haven't managed to get back to sleep, so thought I would pass the time doing something semi-productive. You know, like surfing Facebook. It's productive, it's a great way to see what friends you've lost touch with are up to...right?

Tonight I stumbled across a friend I went to high school with, we were really close, bridesmaids in one another's weddings, she was one of the first people I called when anything happened in my life and without her I would never have made it through my boarding school. Unfortunately, as often happens, as both of our lives got busier we drifted apart and eventually lost touch. It's something I think about often enough to say it's on my mind but not frequently enough that I have done anything to change the situation. Until today at least.

Today I found she's heading to med school. Not a huge shock or surprise considering the high school and college I went to, I know no less than a dozen people who are in or have completed med school in the past few years. It sounds silly but at this point people becoming doctors is sort of a non-event to me, I've got my own personal second opinions on speed dial already. :)

What makes this friend different is that she has a four year old little girl. Shortly after we graduated from college she found out she was pregnant. She considered adoption but she and her now husband decided that it wasn't right for them and they were going to raise their daughter and be a family. She has always said that she still wanted to go to med school, it was just going to be delayed a little while her husband completed his graduate degree and I always hoped that she would. But you know how it can be once you have kids, things change, priorities change, dreams get deferred and then forgotten.

Not this time though, she held on to it, she continued to pursue it and this fall she's realizing it as she joins the class of 2013.

I needed to see that tonight, I needed that inspiration and motivation to know that having kids isn't the end game. I've always said that I have more to do in my life than just raise my boys but somehow in the day to day I seem to lose sight of what exactly that more is and get overwhelmed about how I can be a good mom and still reach for my goals. I know it's something that I have to do though, in order for me to be the best mother and wife I can be, I have to strive to be the best all around person I can and that means not giving up my goals or myself.

Thank you George for showing me that it is possible and inspiring me to go for it. Across the years and the distance, you have proven yourself to still be one of the best friends I have.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Whatever, crunch, crunch!

The other day my friend Tiffany accused me of being totally granola and I told her that I was oatmeal at best and I was going to write a blog just to prove my point.  I sat down this morning to start working on it but then remembered I needed to start stripping the cloth diapers so I could hang them out to dry this afternoon.  Then Scotty came home from work and I had to get everyone dressed so we could head to the Farmer's Market.  After a quick stop at the library we continued on to Whole Foods for some granola and other snacks.  I finally made it back home to finishing stripping the diapers, hang them out and finish my blog and then it hit me. 

Dammit, she's right.  

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Man, I feel like a woman

*********WARNING: TMI AHEAD, TURN BACK NOW IF YOU WANT TO AVOID TMI***

4.5 years.  That's how long I went without having a period.  4.5 blissful, cramp-free years.  I know, it sounds crazy, I realize that.  And if you're doing the math, yes, I really did get pregnant with Conrad without ever having a period, it really does happen.

See, I'm the case that is the basis for Old Wives' Tales like, "You can't get pregnant when you're nursing."  For me, it has proven ridiculously true, I didn't get pregnant with Conrad until after I weaned Nathan (after almost 20 months, crazy, I know!), did a round of drugs meant to induce a period (which clearly did not work) and then finally just relaxed and stopped worrying about it for a while.  

This time around things were different though.  Conrad weaned right at his first birthday and less than a month later this heifer came showing up at my door, and I'm not happy about it guys, I'm really not happy!  This morning I found myself planning what to wear and thinking, "Ooh, I'll wear my white shorts with...wait.  No, no I won't wear my white shorts.  Dammit!"

So here I am, back in the world of being a woman.  I've received congratulations, condolences and even an offer to take me out to buy tampons (from my husband, the smart ass!) and still, I sit here in shock.  

But you know what? I do feel like a whole woman again and I've even lost a pound or so (hello bloat!).  So I guess maybe it's not so bad to be a girl again.  But it was a really great 4.5 years.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Second time around

Everyone tells you that things will be different with your second child and while I understood that, it's fun to watch exactly HOW things are different.  

In a lot of ways both Scotty and I have gotten a lot better at this parenting thing (poor Nathan for being the guinea pig!).  We learned that co-sleeping is not a bad thing but that everyone in our family sleeps better when we skip it (there is nothing that will wake you out of a dead sleep like smelly toes in your face!), that early bedtimes are a fabulous way to have quiet time together in the evenings (although Nathan is not such a fan of this one just yet) and most importantly for me personally, weaning does not have to be put off until the baby is ready to leave home for college...or their 20 months old which when  you're still nursing feels about the same.  You can wean a child at 12 months and they will be just. fine.  And so will you.

The most important thing that I've learned is to not sweat the small things.  Eating off the floor, eh, it's okay, I just cleaned it anyway.  Rolling in the mud?  It'll wash off in the tub.  Sand thrown in the baby's hair?  At least it wasn't his eyes.  Tantrums from a one year old?  Pure humor.

The other day Conrad spent his morning following me from room to room throwing himself to the ground in hopes of getting me fully acknowledge his displeasure with however I had wronged him.  And I swear, I totally would have acknowledged him...if I wasn't busy laughing so hard I was going to pee myself!  I wish I would have gotten the whole incident on tape, the "scream," the full body flop (although it was carefully orchestrated so that he wouldn't hurt himself) and the subsequent standing up and following Mommy to start it all over again when she moved to another room.  

With Nathan a tantrum of this magnitude might have ended in me laying on the floor with him trying to figure out what I could do to make it all better and finally dissolving into tears myself when I realized there was nothing.  But with Conrad...well it's the second time around and everything is different. ;)


Thursday, May 14, 2009

My Nathan

We're applying for Nathan to attend a new school, an all-boys school, here in Memphis and I am so excited about it.  The opportunities and resources available to the boys there are phenomenal and I know that attending this school can open a lot of doors for him.  I realize that sounds a little crazy since he's only three but with us moving so often we need every little bit of help that we can find to get him in to schools and programs at all of our different duty stations.  

For the application I have to write a statement describing Nathan that covers his personality, character, interests and strengths, addresses the values and disciplines by which we're raising him and any circumstances or experiences which might help them better understand him.

Whew.  It's a tall order, I've been struggling with it for a week or so.  His interview (yep, he has to interview as well) is next week and I need to have the application in prior to that so today is do or die, I have to have this done.  I sat down with paper and pen to knock it out and continued to draw a blank.  

Then genius struck.

Here I am, at my blog writing my son's parent statement for his private school application.  I realized that I think best when my fingers are moving over a keyboard and that I talk most openly and candid when I'm talking to you, my three readers. :)  So here goes guys and thanks in advance for the help. 

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All boy.  That is one of the terms that is most often used by others to describe Nathan and in many ways it is true.  He is a tough guy, always willing to climb higher, jump farther and yell louder.  He enjoys playing outside, playing with trains, wrestling whoever will dare to take him on and using his imagination to make up his own games.  

What isn't encompassed in the "all boy" tag and what others don't always get to see is the tender side of Nathan.  The side of him that enjoys sitting in your lap and snuggling over a book, that will sit for long stretches of time drawing (surprisingly accurate) pictures of each member of our family and loves to play with "his baby," or as the rest of us call him, Conrad, his little brother.  He also loves to help in the kitchen, although part of me thinks it's just so he can lick the beaters, and can make a mean peanut butter and jelly.

We have always tried to instill in him a strong sense of independence and he has taken that idea and run with it.  He enjoys being in control of as many things as we allow him to be (i.e. picking out his own clothes and shoes, brushing his teeth and keeping his playroom clean) and steps up to be a strong helper in the areas where he cannot do things entirely on his own yet.  His independence shines best when he is with a group of other children and steps into the role of leader and helper.  He enjoys helping his friends and brother master new skills and is always happy to organize them into a game of any type.

Like most three year olds he does have his moments of frustration when things are not going exactly as he wants but with a reminder he is able to use his words and clearly communicate what it is that he does or doesn't want.  He has very good verbal communication skills and we encourage him to use them.  Of course he is three so that doesn't always work, but we have found that time outs and taking away privileges are very effective ways of disciplining him.  We always make sure to speak with him and let him know why we can't do the activity that he was reprimanded for and how he can make better choices in the future.  

As a Navy "brat" Nathan has experienced three moves, a six month deployment and a number of shorter separations from his dad.  For many kids that much change can be unsettling but Nathan has taken it all in stride.  His outgoing personality has allowed him to make friends quickly and adapt to each of the challenges set before him.  We look forward to watching him as he continues to grow and discover more about himself and the world every day.

Friday, May 8, 2009

Dear Conrad

I can't believe it's been a year since you've joined our family.  It seems as though you've always been here, I can't remember what things were like before you joined us, yet at the same time I struggle with the idea that you're one already.  

You've started to express your personality more every day and Daddy, Nathan and I love to see it.  You love tickle wars, playing chase and snuggling with us but can also find contentment playing alone.  You enjoy asserting your independence running around the house and exploring whatever you can get your little hands on.  

One of my favorite things to do is watch and listen as the relationship between you and Nathan grows and deepens.  I sometimes lay in bed in the morning just listening as the two of you giggle and play, perfectly happy to be in your own world.

I've watched as Nathan has grown up and learned how to be a wonderful big brother.  I love hearing him talk about you as his "baby" and to watch him as he tries to teach you to say or do something new.  It's even pretty entertaining to watch him try to redirect you a million times when all you want to do is join in whatever your big brother is doing.  I have got to try to capture the pure joy that washes over your face when you see Nathan after being separated for any length of time, it's the look of a child that has found his best friend after a  long absence.  And it's justified because Nathan is your very best friend, a fact that I hope remains true your entire life.

Your presence has changed our whole family for the better, you have helped us all grow up a bit and have added a richness and depth to our family that we didn't even realize we were missing.  Your laughter and smiles make our days just a little bit brighter and your big hugs and wet, sloppy kisses make us all feel like a million bucks.  

You, sweet baby, have been a blessing and a joy to us every day and we so look forward to seeing everything that the future holds for you. 

I love you so much, happy first birthday.

Love,

Mama