Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Funny names
As we were driving down Loudon Rd. the other day, Rachel made a comment about the funny names people have chosen for their businesses. "Take Olive Garden, Mom....I bet they don't even sell olives there!" Made me smile :)
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
The Saga
What a Fubar! 20" of snow.....sick as a dog.....Rachel having surgery for new ear tubes....having to wear masks in the hospital due to coughing....fever....unable to enjoy the pool due to the tubes...roughhousing.....exhaustion.....still snowing....riding the elevator for fun.... coughing.....enjoying the ice machine....no sleep due to fever and stuffyness.....coloring....fever.....still snowing...........what a trip!
To the Woman
To the judgemental woman who was exercising at the Courtyard Marriot while I sat poolside with my children....
I saw the disgusted glance you gave my figure (or lack thereof) and noted how your eyes suggested that I should totally be the one on the treadmill and not you. This is all I have to say: I got married when I was 24, just after completing my Master's Degree at Smith College. I have been married to the same man for 18 years and he is the father of all three of my children. He comes home to me each night, and works hard to keep his family comfortable. He does not go to bars or hang out with the guys or cheat on me. I am a teacher and am well respected in my field where I worked for eleven years. I have been blessed by being able to stay home and raise my children for the past 9 years. Even after all that time out of the workforce, I was hired back into my choosen career at my very first interview (not bas in this economy, eh?). I own four pieces of property. My children all love me and come running to greet me if I am away for even an hour. I volunteer on a regular basis and my opinions and ideas are respected by my contemporaries.
I may carry extra weight around my middle, but when I look at my life I let out a satisfied sigh. Well done, Christina. Good choices, good work.
Can you say the same, fitness princess?
I saw the disgusted glance you gave my figure (or lack thereof) and noted how your eyes suggested that I should totally be the one on the treadmill and not you. This is all I have to say: I got married when I was 24, just after completing my Master's Degree at Smith College. I have been married to the same man for 18 years and he is the father of all three of my children. He comes home to me each night, and works hard to keep his family comfortable. He does not go to bars or hang out with the guys or cheat on me. I am a teacher and am well respected in my field where I worked for eleven years. I have been blessed by being able to stay home and raise my children for the past 9 years. Even after all that time out of the workforce, I was hired back into my choosen career at my very first interview (not bas in this economy, eh?). I own four pieces of property. My children all love me and come running to greet me if I am away for even an hour. I volunteer on a regular basis and my opinions and ideas are respected by my contemporaries.
I may carry extra weight around my middle, but when I look at my life I let out a satisfied sigh. Well done, Christina. Good choices, good work.
Can you say the same, fitness princess?
Friday, January 7, 2011
The Drum
Rebecca got a drum for Christmas this year. She is a riot with it! She has her drumsticks and is content so it there pounding on it for several minutes at a time. The best part about it is her tongue. She opens her mouth and moves her tongue back and forth in time to the beat. So freaking cute!! Between that and the shaking of the hips she is quite the little performer :)
New Year Celebration: Postponed
Poor Rachie was sick this new year. She has another cold, her ears full of fluid. I had bought hats and horns and poppers to celebrate the New Year. Alas, everyone was in bed at a normal time and we settled for listening to the neighbor's fireworks.
However! The next night we made all sorts of goodies and invited our friends over adn spent the evening playing cards and blowing our hornes and having a great time celebrating the coming of 2011. It isn't the day or the hour that matters, my friends. It is the friends and the feeling of well being that comes from being with them. Happy New Year!
However! The next night we made all sorts of goodies and invited our friends over adn spent the evening playing cards and blowing our hornes and having a great time celebrating the coming of 2011. It isn't the day or the hour that matters, my friends. It is the friends and the feeling of well being that comes from being with them. Happy New Year!
Memories
Both my girls were awake in the middle of the night last night...simultaneously. So I popped them both into Rebecca's bed and sat in the rocking chair and sang lullabies to them. Memories....
Sitting on that chair holding newborns in my arms. Soft skin, tiny little hands and eyes looking into mine. Rocking...rocking. A baby over my shoulder, patting a tiny little back. Rubbing their backs with my fingertips as they burrowed their heads into my shoulder, their legs tucked up under their belly. Rocking....rocking.... Thinking about what they would be like when they grew up- and then looking down at them now and realizing that they are better than I ever imagined.
Looking at them asleep side by side and noting that Rachel is so long she almost reaches from the top of the bed to the bottom. My little girl, only 18" tall when she was born. My Rebecca, 22" long at birth taking up a good portion of the bed herself. Rocking.....rocking. They are my pride and joy, my babies who look so big now. Thinking that I am glad that I will have a few more years with them safe at home with me. With mama. Thinking how lucky I am that they still want me and my lullabies in the middle of the night. That I am so blessed that it is me that they want to ease their pain...to make them feel safe and protect them from nightmares. Rocking....Rocking....it doesn't matter that it is the middle of the night, that I should be tucked into my own bed. I am enjoying the memories of my rocking chair... Lullaby and goodnight, my girls.
Sitting on that chair holding newborns in my arms. Soft skin, tiny little hands and eyes looking into mine. Rocking...rocking. A baby over my shoulder, patting a tiny little back. Rubbing their backs with my fingertips as they burrowed their heads into my shoulder, their legs tucked up under their belly. Rocking....rocking.... Thinking about what they would be like when they grew up- and then looking down at them now and realizing that they are better than I ever imagined.
Looking at them asleep side by side and noting that Rachel is so long she almost reaches from the top of the bed to the bottom. My little girl, only 18" tall when she was born. My Rebecca, 22" long at birth taking up a good portion of the bed herself. Rocking.....rocking. They are my pride and joy, my babies who look so big now. Thinking that I am glad that I will have a few more years with them safe at home with me. With mama. Thinking how lucky I am that they still want me and my lullabies in the middle of the night. That I am so blessed that it is me that they want to ease their pain...to make them feel safe and protect them from nightmares. Rocking....Rocking....it doesn't matter that it is the middle of the night, that I should be tucked into my own bed. I am enjoying the memories of my rocking chair... Lullaby and goodnight, my girls.
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