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Sunday, May 08, 2011
I Heart Faces: Motherhood
This week's I Heart Faces challenge is "Motherhood". I have some beautiful photos that mean motherhood to me, from lovely posed photos of our family to joyful candids of our life together. But this is the photo that speaks motherhood to me the loudest. Minutes before my last son entered the world, concentrated on birthing him into my arms, that face is Motherhood to me...
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Wednesday, April 06, 2011
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
Friday, February 04, 2011
"Tonight" I'm An Old Lady
I like to keep up with top 40 music, it makes me feel less mom and more real person with a life. I like listening to things with a good beat and imagining I'm young and fun at some club with my better half. One of the songs in heavy rotation right now is "Tonight" by Enrique Iglesias.
And I can already hear the teenagers snickering.
One day last week the song came on the radio, only where it usually says "Tonight I'm loving you", it didn't say loving. It said F*ing. Yeah. I couldn't get it off my mind all day and eventually decided maybe the radio station was editing the song and messing with me. So when I got home and had safely ushered the littles to go and play elsewhere, I pulled open itunes. Oh that radio station was only bringing the honesty and in the real version nothing was omitted!
My vision of sloshing my drink around while dancing in some swanky LA club was immediately replaced with a bunch of girls at the prom. You know those girls, you were one, or at least you watched them. Those girls who lose their minds when their favorite song comes on. The girls who start jumping up and down and screaming and running to drag their dates to dance. The girls who then proceed to "act out" the song and grind on whatever boys are close by.
AND THOSE BOYS WERE MY SONS!!!
Oh. My. Jebus.
Just give me my AARP card and my cane now. I immediately called my mom peeps who confirmed my old lady status, shared my concern but also reminded me that school probably would only be able to play the "loving" version. But that doesn't make it any better! It's out there now! Now I know they'll be thinking about the other version the whole time!
Sigh. I'm going all in. We'll be switching to the 80's station here from now on. At least they know how to put a thin veil over the obscene.
And I can already hear the teenagers snickering.
One day last week the song came on the radio, only where it usually says "Tonight I'm loving you", it didn't say loving. It said F*ing. Yeah. I couldn't get it off my mind all day and eventually decided maybe the radio station was editing the song and messing with me. So when I got home and had safely ushered the littles to go and play elsewhere, I pulled open itunes. Oh that radio station was only bringing the honesty and in the real version nothing was omitted!
My vision of sloshing my drink around while dancing in some swanky LA club was immediately replaced with a bunch of girls at the prom. You know those girls, you were one, or at least you watched them. Those girls who lose their minds when their favorite song comes on. The girls who start jumping up and down and screaming and running to drag their dates to dance. The girls who then proceed to "act out" the song and grind on whatever boys are close by.
AND THOSE BOYS WERE MY SONS!!!
Oh. My. Jebus.
Just give me my AARP card and my cane now. I immediately called my mom peeps who confirmed my old lady status, shared my concern but also reminded me that school probably would only be able to play the "loving" version. But that doesn't make it any better! It's out there now! Now I know they'll be thinking about the other version the whole time!
Sigh. I'm going all in. We'll be switching to the 80's station here from now on. At least they know how to put a thin veil over the obscene.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Already Missing What's Here
Some realities are starting to set in over here.
We all sat down for dinner last night as a family. Sidenote: that almost NEVER happens unless we're in a restaurant. But I made homefried potatoes and Brooks made steaks and we made a bleu cheese and onion sauce and OH MY GAWD it was so so so good. As we sat there, I wondered if it might be the last time we do that in this house.
Today I was sitting in my chair in the family room, watching the kids play (I moved the table out of the room again - thank GOD for no more staging!) and I thought "I'm going to miss this". I'm sure wherever we land they'll play and I'll sit. But it won't be the same. As much as I've bitched about the uselessness of our family room and how it's not really big enough to be living AND dining but really too big to be all living, it's been great for the kids. They have their own area to play in and I can still watch them from "my spot" and even watch a show if I want. I don't know that our next home will offer that luxury. I hope it will. But even if it does, how many years do I have before they want to take their playing private and retreat to their rooms? I guess it's more than just about the move, it's the end of an era of sorts. Grandparent types always tell me that this stage is hard, but fleeting and there will be a day, a day full of teenage boys likely, that makes me long for these days of small boys and exciting Lego creations. I'm really trying to make a conscious effort to enjoy them and not rush them by.
I started packing this weekend. My goal is to do a few boxes or an "area" a day on the weekends and just have the essentials to pack at the end. I can already tell that there will be tough days ahead. I'm ready for what comes next and definitely excited at the prospect of more room for this brood, but how do you leave a house so very full of memories?
We all sat down for dinner last night as a family. Sidenote: that almost NEVER happens unless we're in a restaurant. But I made homefried potatoes and Brooks made steaks and we made a bleu cheese and onion sauce and OH MY GAWD it was so so so good. As we sat there, I wondered if it might be the last time we do that in this house.
Today I was sitting in my chair in the family room, watching the kids play (I moved the table out of the room again - thank GOD for no more staging!) and I thought "I'm going to miss this". I'm sure wherever we land they'll play and I'll sit. But it won't be the same. As much as I've bitched about the uselessness of our family room and how it's not really big enough to be living AND dining but really too big to be all living, it's been great for the kids. They have their own area to play in and I can still watch them from "my spot" and even watch a show if I want. I don't know that our next home will offer that luxury. I hope it will. But even if it does, how many years do I have before they want to take their playing private and retreat to their rooms? I guess it's more than just about the move, it's the end of an era of sorts. Grandparent types always tell me that this stage is hard, but fleeting and there will be a day, a day full of teenage boys likely, that makes me long for these days of small boys and exciting Lego creations. I'm really trying to make a conscious effort to enjoy them and not rush them by.
I started packing this weekend. My goal is to do a few boxes or an "area" a day on the weekends and just have the essentials to pack at the end. I can already tell that there will be tough days ahead. I'm ready for what comes next and definitely excited at the prospect of more room for this brood, but how do you leave a house so very full of memories?
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