This post is for Vlog Talk. The prompt I chose was #3 Give Jillian Michaels a run for her money. What’s your best workout tip?
An Inherited Love
Home: the place where my husband and son are.
Both people bring so much comfort and joy to my life, but I am truly at my happiest in one of two other places; walking along the beach with the warm sun kissing my face, watching seagulls fly overhead, getting lost in my thoughts while at the same time completely clearing my mind. The salt air does wonders for my soul and the sound of the waves calm me.
My third favorite place to be, the place I find the most relaxing is a bookstore.
I miss the independent shops and the knowledgeable sales staff, the ones that actually read and can recommend something you’ve never heard of and fall completely in love with after the first chapter.
Books are magical; the way they feel and smell and line up against one another on shelves. I appreciate their ability to take our hand and transport us to another place and time.
Being in a bookstore is peaceful and I have spent hours walking up and down the aisles searching for inspiration, discovering it, exploring new topics, taking in the faint scent of print and coffee and relishing the quiet.
My love of bookstores, I inherited from my father. Sometimes he’d walk out of a one having spent hundreds of dollars and others, not one cent. The smile on his face was detectable either way.
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This post was written for Write on Edge’s writing meme, RemembeRED. This week’s prompt: write about a (real) place that makes you feel peaceful. Where is your quiet place? What does it look like? What happens there? Word limit is 200. Constructive criticism is welcome.
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Kick Starting The Holiday
It’s already mid-November.
Thanksgiving is ONE WEEK FROM TODAY!!!
How did that happen?
Five weeks after that, it’s Christmas!!
Have you even thought about Christmas shopping? I haven’t! Not in the least bit.
My sister sent me her “wish list” the other night and asked me what I wanted. My first reaction? MORE TIME!
We all say it every year: “the holidays start earlier every year”, but I don’t know why we’re so surprised, we know it’s coming.
Red and green decorations started making their debut the day after Halloween.
We received our first holiday card BEFORE Halloween. Can you say anal? Truth be told, I’m more than a little jealous.
For the most part, I enjoy seeing festive decorations at the mall and the holiday merchandise at the super market and I don’t even mind hearing Christmas songs in doctors offices or elevators, but the pressure that comes with the decor and the music just makes me think about all the things I need to do to get ready for the holidays.
And then I get cranky.
I spent an hour on our holiday card yesterday and finally got so frustrated with trying to find the perfect photo and the right words, I had to give up and go for a walk instead. I don’t know about you, but a walk always helps me clear my head of all the junk rattling around.
Donned in tank top and cropped yoga pants (it’s still 70 degrees in Southern California in November), I listened to what will soon become one of my favorite holiday albums, Michael Bublé’s Christmas.
I’ve had the pleasure of seeing Bublé in concert and think he is just dreamy so I knew the album would deliver!
Bublé’s voice is smooth as silk as he belts out 14 traditional Christmas songs and one original that he and his piano player wrote called Cold December Night.
As I sang along to Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas, all of a sudden I had visions of tree trimming and envelope addressing, present wrapping and multiple trips to Target on my mind. Listening to this album was exactly what I needed to kick start my holiday mood.
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In the spirit of the gift giving season and as a gentle reminder to truly enjoy the sights and sounds of the holidays instead of them driving you crazy with a “To Do” list a mile long, I would like to give away TWO copies of Michael Bublé’s Christmas CD.
All you have to do is leave a comment below telling me your favorite Christmas carol. Simple, right?
Two winners will be selected at random on Monday, November 28, 2012. Winners will be notified via e-mail and/or Twitter.
Happy holidays, everyone and good luck!
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Adding To Our Family
The last time I owned a pet (other than a fish), I was 13. 32 years ago today (!) my family got a puppy.
The day we brought Licorice home, October 5, 1979.
Part Labrador, part Poodle and way before they were called Labradoodles, Licorice was black with a little patch of white fur on her chest. She was sweetest and smartest dog I’ve ever been around.
Running along the ocean was one of Licorice’s favorite activities and we had to spell the word beach or she would go bonkers.
Despite sleeping at the foot of my bed, to be fair Licorice was my mother’s dog. We had her for six years and when we moved, we gave her to some friends that lived down the street.
My mother and Licorice, circa 1982
It’s time for another dog.
My husband STRONGLY disagrees.
ARGUMENTS FOR GETTING A DOG:
- We’ve been wanting to add to our family. A pet would be a perfect addition teaching Lucas responsibility and giving him a wonderful life long playmate.
- We have a large backyard with plenty of room for a pooch to roam.
- I don’t think a more unconditional love exists than the one between a dog and it’s owner. Even when you’re feeling (and acting) miserable, they still love you.
- Lucas really like dogs, although to be honest (much to my chagrin), he seems like more of a cat person. WE WILL NOT BE OWNING A CAT!! EVER.
- I love to walk and vow to be in charge of this daily (and nightly) activity.
- Extra security… for when my husband travels.
- Opportunity to give a dog a second chance by adopting or saving a pound puppy.
- Who could resist these precious faces?
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Image courtesy of Pinterest. Click image for source.
Image courtesy of Snowesti. Click image for source.
ARGUMENTS AGAINST GETTING A DOG:
- Discovering my favorite shoes chewed to smithereens.
- We can’t even potty train our son, how would we ever potty train an animal?
- No more spontaneous (or the other variety) trips – kenneling is expensive.
- Vet care, food, toys, bedding, treats, etc. are also expensive.
- Training. Ugh!
- Shedding. Sigh.
- Poop.
- Saying good-bye is inevitable.
Okay, he may have won this argument… for now.
What do you think? Do you own a dog? What love and hate about pet ownership?
This post was written for Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop, 1.) Share a disagreement you’re having with someone and let your readers be the judge!
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Advice To New Mothers
I certainly do not claim to be an expert, in fact very far from it, but here are a few things I know for sure about motherhood:
1. No matter how many anti-bacterial products you use or times you wash your hands or your child’s hands throughout the day, children are a cesspool of germs and it won’t just feel like your family is sick all the time, you will be.
2. You will go DAYS, especially in the beginning without sleep, a shower, a hot meal and/or make-up. There may even be days when you barely have a free moment to brush your teeth. This is just a phase and does pass.
3. It’s okay to mourn your old life and the days when it was just you and your husband; the days before diapers, Goodnight Moon, the Elmo theme song running through your head 24/7 and apple sauce stains on your shirt. It wasn’t that long ago and anyone that tells you that they can’t remember their life before their baby, is LYING!
4. I am convinced that no matter how sweet and innocent children seem on the outside, they are deviant and cunning on the inside. They may be new here, but they’ve got your number and know all the right buttons to push. Beware!!
5. Babysitters are worth every single penny because date nights and “me time” are absolutely essential to surviving motherhood. Having large quantities of wine on hand is good also.
6. Children are a lot more expensive than you budgeted for. A lot! They grow like weeds and get bored quickly, so the more comfortable you get with hand-me-down clothes and toys, the better.
7. You will lose the baby weight. It may take six months or three years, but you will and you can IF you put your mind to it.
8. You’ll hear it a million times and eventually repeat it, too: it goes by fast, so let the dishes sit and the laundry wait and enjoy the baby days, the milestones, sweet, tender moments and the magic.
9. Trust your instincts and listen to your gut, you know a lot more than you give yourself credit for.
10. As soon as your newborn enters the world and your eyes meet theirs, you will know true love and joy as you have never known it before. Here’s hoping you can recall that gaze at 3 o’clock in the morning when your tot throws up all over his bed and then yours and then his again. Yep, that was a very long night.
Linking up this week with Stasha’s Monday Listicles, a linky right up my alley! This week’s topic: 10 Tips For New Moms was chosen by Cookies Mom.
This post was originally written for Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop, 5.) Advice to new mothers (September 14, 2011).
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In Her Shoes
I’m a walker.
I’m a stroller pusher (although these days, Lucas would rather run up ahead).
I’m a comfort seeker.
I’m a park goer.
I’m a networker.
I’m a beach comber.
I’m a diva.
I’m a mom.
Linking up with Alicia’s Wordless Wednesdays.
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The Fine Art Of Relaxing
Never is it harder for me to relax than when someone asks me to.
I try. I really do, but it seems I wasn’t built with that gene.
A glass or two of wine certainly helps, as does a napping child, or a really great workout, but in large part I’m constantly in motion. I’d love to blame motherhood but the truth is, I’ve always been this way. I’m the most energetic person I know, a part from my son, of course.
I don’t know how to nap and hardly watch TV because I get too antsy. I piddle around the house late at night; organizing and reorganizing God knows what, making lists and perusing the Internet. Even writing, which has proven to be tremendously helpful, makes me anxious.
I’ve tried yoga and love it but find it difficult to stay focused and consistent with a practice. I’ve tried meditating, but always end up with a mind full of more things I think I need to do.
I drive myself nuts.
I drive my husband nuts.
I’m starting to see my wacky behavior in Lucas, which scares me. I’m hoping his intense energy level is due to his age, but he’s very very busy and thrives on moving from one activity to the next. The upside to teaching him how to relax is benefiting me as well.
I blame my father for my craziness. He was the same way, only worse! The man never sat down. With him, it was all about the next thing.
He hated dining out. As soon as the check arrived, he was reaching for his wallet and ready to head for the door. This was very frustrating growing up and even more so once I became an adult and wanted to have leisurely meals with him and talk about anything and everything.
Maybe with age or the strong urging of my mother, my father enjoyed collecting stamps and would spend hours cataloging his latest find. He would research the origin and delicately place his treasures in one of the dozens of binders that filled our entire guestroom closet. Those binders are full of the most exotic, colorful, beautiful stamps you have ever seen. Stamps he culled from all over the world. My father’s hobby helped calm him, helped him with the very fine art of relaxing.
Perhaps a mind numbing hobby would do the trick for me too?
What helps you relax? If you have a child, how are you teaching them to relax? If you blog, besides writing, what are your other hobbies?
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A Strange Encounter
Happy Indpendence Day!
A few weeks ago, I bamboozled Lucas into going to the park by way of the bank, thus taking the very l o n g way to the park so that I could get in some exercise.
While we were standing in line at the bank, he started fussing. In other words, he was on to me and wanted nothing more than to get out of the stroller and create some sort of havoc. To calm him down and keep him put, I gave him my iPhone.
This practice is normally a last resort and used mostly at restaurants so that his dad and I can finish our meal in peace and down our adult beverages with a small amount of dignity.
I have several toddler friendly apps on my phone; Voice Cards, Talking Tom, Toddler Puzzle Shapes and ABC Train, just to name a few. I also have “emergency” episodes of Yo Gabba Gabba and Sesame Street and a playlist devoted to Lucas’ favorite tunes.
At any rate, he knows his way around an iPhone, without too much input or instruction from me. I don’t know how he knows, he just does, so I wasn’t too surprised when the middle aged gentleman in front of us asked me how old Lucas was. After I told him, he responded with shock and awe that someone so young could use the device so well. I laughed it off.
Lucas and I carried on a conversation about the shapes in the puzzle he was working on and I reiterated nine more times that we would eventually make it to the park when the man blurted out the most bizarre thing: “Daycare kid?”
I was a bit taken aback and it took me a good 30 seconds to reply, “No, I stay at home with him”, to which the man had nothing to say. No further insight into his strange question at all.
I’m still confused.
Up until now, I’ve been able to avoid any sort of Mommy vs. Mommy or Mommy vs. stranger who may or may not be a Mommy run-in, not that I would call this a run-in per say, but it was certainly one of the first out in public Mommy moments I’ve had that has stayed with me. I haven’t been able to shake this exchange for some reason. Why is that?
What did he mean by “daycare kid”?
What do you think? I would love to get your take.
P.S. If you have a favorite toddler app, please let me know!
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I Just Look Like I Exercise All The Time
This post is for Jessica (My Time As Mom), Kate (Mommy Monologues) and Elena’s (Mommy is in Timeout) meme, Vlog Talk. The prompt I chose was #3 Your favorite outfit and why.
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I’ve Earned This Pouch
Memorial Day weekend is the official/non-official kick off to summer.
Summer means lots of time spent outdoors, which translates to shorts, tank tops, flip flops and [insert shutter here] bathing suits.
Like most women, I hate shopping for a new bathing suit, but with an ever changing body, Lucas’ swimming lessons and an upcoming trip to Hawaii (!), it was time to bite the bullet…
It was also time to face the fact that I can no longer pull off a string bikini. Not that I ever could very well, but thanks to my post pregnancy body, (now almost two years old) it’ll never happen.
Sigh.
Two hours and 19 suits in a variety of colors and styles later, (I am NOT exaggerating, I actually counted!) I came home with not one, but two suits.
Go me!
I went with a demure one piece tank with perfectly positioned ruching and a practical tankini halter, just like my mother used to wear.
Oh well. I’ve earned this pouch, I made a baby for God’s sake!
A big special thank you to Maggie at Everything But Water. Her patience and honesty were very much appreciated.
And before anyone asks, there will be no photos.
I hope everyone had a fun and safe Memorial Day!
