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Weekend perspective.

Phew, that weekend was a doozy.  I went into the weekend as a sick sick sick lady, and it didn’t let up (still hasn’t).  Add to that my husband’s work hours – check this out: Friday 5:30 AM – Saturday 2:30 AM, and then Saturday 8:00 AM – 2:00 PM.  Every time they wrap up a project, crazy hours ensue.  He’s such a hard worker, and still takes time to show love in the margins.  Case in point?  He started on the dishes before he left for work Friday morning….before 5 AM. He’s a keeper 😉

So I’m sick, hubby working, no big deal.  We’ve done that before. But add to that my (normally peppy) baby, who didn’t seem to sleep a wink for three nights. We believe teething is the culprit, poor guy.  Inconsolable crying, up for an hour at a time, wouldn’t even nurse for comfort, arching his back and moving all around.  And then when he joined our bed and did want to snuggle in and fall asleep, his movements would cause me to start coughing again, uncontrollably, hence stirring him from any potential slumber. We were a mess.

But you know what? I am still thankful for the days. We fit SO MUCH into the weekend. I knew that if I sat still, I’d realize how exhausted I was and get more frustrated that Samson wouldn’t nap or sleep at night. Instead we went to the farmers market, took hour long walks around midtown, kept the windows open and wore long sleeves (I love fall!), and cleaned cleaned cleaned – I’ve spread my sickly germs all over the place. Steve made his momma’s famous pizza dough, we shared huge bowls of salad, I found the best root beer, and we discovered that frozen mango puree is great for Samson’s sore gums. We walked to the pharmacy twice for homeopathic drops and tylenol, and then browsed the greeting card aisle for 15 minutes, walking home with $25 in cards. $25. Steve loves a witty card. I did find time during one father-son nap to slip out and buy groceries – I’m really awful at the forced naps, which is what I should have been doing! (“Nap while the baby naps.”) There’s too much pressure to fall asleep RIGHT. NOW. because you have this small window of time when the little one slumbers and if you miss it you won’t get a chance again until midnight, and on and on it goes…so I didn’t nap.

Samson did wake up at 6:00 am this morning bright eyed and bushy tailed, so here’s hoping for better sleep this week! And if he doesn’t, there’s always prayer and coffee.

check out that bed head this morning


Merging old and new.

My son is not yet 9 months old, and already I have been pondering his first birthday celebration (and the subsequent ones).  Does that make me crazy?  I blame pinterest (and babycenter, for reminding me how old he is).

Steve and I have been tossing around a few ideas, with the ultimate goals of celebrating the individual, embracing simplicity, and remembering our own blessings by giving to others. One thing we struggle with is how to honor our families by incorporating some of the most meaningful traditions of birthdays, holidays, and other special events while also including our new desires.

what i will never do for my kids

And in this era where it seems every other week there’s a Hallmark holiday…it’s a balancing act, with no end in sight. Weariness sets in when I know I can never measure up to the pinterest, do-it-all, and do-it-all-with-perfection climate.

I have so many birthday memories from childhood.  The “You Are Special” red circular plate always made an appearance.  While we didn’t have too many themed parties, there were always balloons and party goods, and as I got older, flowers too.  We got to choose a favorite home cooked meal, which was actually a difficult task, seeing that both of my parents are great in the kitchen. We only had a few birthday parties with friends/classmates, and honestly, I preferred the celebrations with my immediate family. There was more pressure to throw a stellar party when other kids my age were involved.  I recall the year I wanted a Brazilian meal for dinner (ode to my mother’s earliest years).  Already a worrier, and a bit of a people pleaser, I asked my mom to make mac n cheese as well, just in case there were some friends with less adventurous palates.  Didn’t want my friends to go home hungry!

I want my kids to look back on their own childhood, and celebrations, with fondness.  Will they remember the food, the decor, the incessant picture-taking, the cake, the gifts, the people, the joy?  And how do we instill thankfulness and a heart that sees the greater needs around us (while showering them with love and some gifts too)?

growing up so fast