Mono Monday: Motherly Love

Motherly Love.

Grandmotherly Love.
Gammy Love.

Mono Monday: Motherhood

I remember the day I took this a little over a year ago.

Paperwork had all been signed, the nurses and (slightly pushy) feeding

consultants had stopped traipsing through our hospital room and the Hubs

was busy gathering up our stuff.

It was almost time to take little E-man home.

My hand was shaking a bit from sheer giddiness at the prospect of getting him home to our family...and partly from trying not to startle him.

The prospect of how I was going to manage to be a mother to two boys was very much on my mind and heart. Inadequacies and possible shortcomings loomed over me. They loomed and encroached until those few tiny seeds were beginning to take root...

Until.

Until I looked down and saw this precious little bundle.

Perfection doesn't fit into the equation of being a good Mom.

Love does.

Pictures, first grade and mommyhood...

What is it about looking through past pictures that makes one go all sentimental? *sigh*

That's a picture of him from a couple years ago.

The Bubs is starting 1st grade next week. Wasn't it last week that we were snapping off pictures at his kindergarten celebration? Oy!

The summertime boredom bug has fully sink it's teeth into the Bubs's tushy. Between the E-man cutting teeth and needing extra cuddling and the torrential thunderstorms, our outdoor time has been limited. I've gotta remedy that pronto before we both go a little batty!

With our venture into first grade around the corner, the uniforms have been bought and the school supplies purchased and set aside, ready to be put to use. I know he's ready to go back and he's excited about the new routines and new friends, but I can't help but wish that time would slow down for just a little while. That's mommyhood for you...we delight in watching them discover new things and discover themselves, yet we want to hold back the hands of time, too.

I'm not an FTD florist, but.......

Happy Mother's Day!


"My mother is a poem

I'll never be able to write,

though everything I write

is a poem to my mother."

~Sharon Doubagio

*Photo is of roses from my parent's yard.

New Adventure.......Of A Sweaty Sort

I've begun a new adventure, y'all. It's one that I've been meaning to begin for a couple of years now but put off for one reason or another....some valid, some not so valid. To understand why this adventure is not just one of pleasure and new experience, but one of neccessity you must understand this one fact - I'm fat.

Now before all the skinny ladies log off in horror, I assure you it's not catching! So come back out from under your chair and come down from the ceiling.......That's better. Where was I? Oh, yes - fat.

Last week I joined Curves. I chose Curves because I felt like the program was something I could maintain and would make a lasting impact on the way I take care of myself. I could've joined for any number of reasons besides those -like the endless amount of tactless things people say to me, strangers and acquaintances alike- but those were the main motivators.......that and, you know, living long enough to watch the Bubs grow up.

I've got to admit that I'm a tad nervous. I'm not trying to lose weight to look better in jeans or be more appealing to my Hubby (who loves me just like I am anyway thankyouverymuch :0) ), I'm doing this to be able to live a full, long life. With my family history of diabetes, heart disease, high blood-pressure, and cancer.....well, I've got to get my hefty hauches in gear to beat the generational cycle.

As soon as I walk in to Curves, I'm greeted with a smile and a hello. The intructors are wonderfully patient and dilligent in making sure my technique is correct on the machines and during the stretching routine. LOVE the stretching routine as it keeps back pain at bay. I've been pleasantly surprised by the level of camaraderie between the ladies. I get a kick out of watching them catch up with the latest happenings while bouncing all over the place! I leave feeling energetic and refreshed. Two adjectives that I haven't used in so long it's really not funny....really.

So I invite you to join me on my new adventure. The ups, the downs and everything in between! What's your latest adventure?

Peace Y'all!
Anna K.

*Notice the lack of picture.....yep, I'm not gonna put up a "before" pic until I've got an "after"!

Selfish Mommy

Why is it that when my child gets sick I fully expect the world to come to a screeching halt? I'm not joking. I fully expect for traffic to part on the way to the doctor's, the waiting line at the pharmacy to be non-existant and for every item I need at the store to be in stock and magically re-arranged to be close to one another (so I don't have to run the complete length of the store with a miserable and, understandably, whiny child).

This from the mother who is constantly reminding her son that "we all have to wait our turn" when we're in traffic or waiting at the cash register, etc.

I know. How incredibly selfish and irrational of me to expect things to come to a halt when my kid is feeling more gross than the slime on a toad's butt....which, coincidentally, is what looks to be flowing in copious ammounts from his nasal cavaties. (Ew.) So after a short examination by the doc, who went out of his way to put the Bubs at ease, we found out that he has a severe sinus infection and an ear infection. Poor kid.

We spent the remainder of the day on the couch in the living room watching the Bee Movie that, yes, I had bought earlier as a blatant attempt to keep him distracted. It worked. He even managed to giggle a couple of times. It's unusual for him to be so still and quiet, even when he's sick, so I was delighted to hear his little boy giggles.

Selfish Mommy I may have morphed into, but I would have done anything to hear that sweet sound from my Bubs.