tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75965196249044813922024-03-14T01:05:44.613-04:00Binganfliesbecause a sensical word doesn't even begin to explain itbrynnsmommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317570507094101831noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596519624904481392.post-77008640432495702382016-01-26T22:51:00.001-05:002016-01-26T22:51:13.858-05:00A Sadness RevisitedGrief catches me by surprise. I'm sure it's everyone, but I can only speak for myself.<br />
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I am always startled by how quickly the pain of losing that heartbeat that was in my care for nine and a half precious weeks can resurface. Weeks, sometimes even months can pass that I can talk about him with clarity and composure. Then an innocent picture, quote, song, or sunset can open the wound in an instant.<br />
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I have so many questions that I may never have answered. I read that if there is a heartbeat at nine weeks there is only a 2% chance of miscarriage. According to that statistic, it shouldn't have happened. If life were fair, it wouldn't have happened.<br />
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In my case, there was an abnormally small gestational sac. There are only two reasons I have been able to find of this happening: you have your dates incorrect, or "something" is wrong. No one can say what that something is, because I know the fact is it could be one of a million things. The best available answer is that sometimes it just happens. That doesn't give me something or someone to blame. I can't say definitively, "I shouldn't have done _____," or "I should've done ____."<br />
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Baby James was less than two inches long. He had fingers, toes, and a strong heart that beat until the end. That heartbeat left a sadness in me that will never completely go away. I felt Jesus by my side during those long nights, even though I didn't think I wanted him there. When I cried out in anger, I felt him weeping with me. I felt the breath of heaven when I finally said I was ready to let go.<br />
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Subsequently, because of my time with James, I experience joy more fully. I appreciate the fragility and mystery of this world, and I have less fear of the unknown. I have more compassion, and more grace. I love without apology.<br />
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<br />brynnsmommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317570507094101831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596519624904481392.post-1252111600018266182014-06-30T14:14:00.001-04:002014-06-30T14:14:32.592-04:00Understanding the ProdigalFrom Luke 15:11-32<br />
I've always struggled with the story of the prodigal son. You know the story about the little brat who takes his inheritance, parties it away, then comes back when he has hit rock bottom, and Daddy is thrilled to see him anyway? Maybe because I'm the older child and a goody-two-shoe by nature, I totally relate to the other son. What's up with that, Pops? I've been here the whole time and he gets the welcome home party?? Jerk.<br />
I accept that God takes us back no matter what we've done, even though it doesn't really sound "fair." But on a human, earthly level, it just doesn't compute.<br />
It kind of hit me the other day though how to see it from another perspective. Let me attempt to share my thoughts.<br />
Most of us have the goal as adults of being independent and successful. We may have different ideas of what exactly that means, but that's what it boils down to. We make our choices based on what we have, financially and otherwise. The wise follow a budget, build their savings, and live within their means. The average American (according to Dave Ramsey) uses credit cards some, has some debt, and gets by ok. I would venture to say we all hope our situations get better as we go along, or at least stay the same.<br />
But no such luck. Stuff happens. Bad stuff. And even if you're somewhat prepared, it takes some major adjusting. And sometimes some help.<br />
Which would you choose? Staying independent, comfortable, and able to help others, or would you choose to go through a bad experience that creates the opportunity for others to show you kindness you might not otherwise see? I know I'd choose the first. Being sucker punched sucks, no matter how much good comes from it.<br />
I am immensely grateful for the blessings from others we see in hard times. I'm hoping to learn to be even more of a blessing to others when they are in the same situation, whether it was from bad choices or circumstances beyond their control. Thank you, God, for letting me see what it's like to be both the prodigal and the older son.<br />
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Your brother's birthday was hard. I feel like, well, I felt like a failure as a mother because of the overwhelming sadness at such a joyous time! Max was a year old. Oh and what a year! Old people say "time flies" a lot, so baby, I must be getting old. Time is flying so I'm losing track of how long since I told you good-bye.<br />
So why the sadness? I suppose it goes back to the fact that there is no light without darkness. There is no good without evil. There is no joy without sorrow. Every time I rejoice about my beautiful son, I remember you. God's plan is perfect, I know. I cannot imagine my life without my Max, yet I know if you were here I would never have had him. My human mind cannot wrap around that. It makes me start to unravel. A mother can never choose among her children, even those she has not met.<br />
So, Baby, does that mean you were meant to be an angel from the beginning so that your brother could be with us here? Did I make a mistake in trying for a child before it was meant to be? Or was it simply the free will of nature?<br />
There are so many questions. Still after 2 years. You have taught me about grief. I can be perfectly fine and then an unexpected trigger upsets my peace. The 22nd on the calendar. May 22nd I lost you, December 22nd was supposed to be your birthday. A round pregnant belly may remind me of the joy from your brother and sister, but sometimes it reminds me of the fear. The fear of having little control over the miracle inside.<br />
Baby, one thing that makes grieving for you so difficult as compared to grieving a loved one you knew for longer is the sparse memories. I saw your tiny heart beating three separate days, most mommies don't get to see that when their baby is so small so often. But we were waiting to see if you would hold on. If a miracle would heal you. If the dark cloud around you would grow like it needed to for you to survive. Those are my only real memories of your life. My other memories are the ones I imagined for you. Dreams of you joining our family. Growing to make a family of your own. Those memories were not real, but I lost them when I lost you.<br />
Baby, I love you as if you were here in my arms before you left. I know there is a reason you could not survive, even if I may never know it. I'm working to let go of any guilt I have in thinking somehow this was my fault. A mother always wants to protect her children, and I feel that I failed you in that way. I couldn't make you better. I sang to you, prayed for you, talked to you, and wept for you. I want you to know I love you. I did everything I could when you were here. I still believe I will finally get to hold you one day. I have to believe you are not alone.<br />
Love,<br />
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God, comfort all the women who are grieving for their babies they never met or only knew a short while. Help people that have never known this loss to understand it is a loss like no other. Hold our babies in your loving arms until we can be there to do so ourselves.<br />
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Okay, not really completely her, but I got your attention, right? (although I wouldn't mind meeting Mr. Consuelos...)<br />
I have got to be the most boring person on the planet. You know why? Because if I had TiVo or some other fancy thing that VCR's used to be able to do, the only shows I would record would be Live with Kelly and Michael and The Price is Right. And Jeopardy if my stupid antenna would ever pick it up. Okay, so maybe I'm old. Or old and boring.<br />
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I got to actually watch Kelly and Michael yesterday morning since we got the day off. (and that's how I choose to spend it..hmm...) and Kelly said, "I don't believe in depriving yourself of anything, just everything in moderation." To that, the audience politely applauded. Yay, you weigh 74 pounds and you eat whatever you want! Yay!<br />
Baloney.<br />
I'm not saying Kelly isn't telling the truth, and clearly that's how people got along for oodles of years. I don't remember Jesus discussing with the disciples whether Atkins, South Beach, or Jenny Craig was the best path. They ate what they had, and of it what they wanted, and walked everywhere they went and got enough sleep, and all that other stuff. I am saying that Kelly has got to work out like crazy too to have arms like she does.<br />
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But my main issue is the key part about eating whatever you want. That does NOT include quantity, unfortunately. I want an apple doughnut from the apple farm. It's okay to have A doughnut from the apple farm. It is not okay to have what I really want which is a DOZEN doughnuts from the apple farm.<br />
So it turns out quantity is my main issue. I'm still trying. Like tonight I made our weekly breakfast for supper. I WANTED six biscuits. I only had 2. I think. I may have eaten half of Brynn's when I was cleaning up. It's hard to be sure.<br />
Like I said, I'm trying.<br />
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***Note: My ADHD is running rampant tonight. It was really super hard for me to stay on topic. I just thought some of you might enjoy hearing that andIcouldn'tholditinanylonger. Phew.....***brynnsmommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317570507094101831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596519624904481392.post-85790150660808756072013-08-14T22:49:00.001-04:002013-08-14T22:49:14.604-04:00Putting Wind in a BoxI've identified and admitted a behavior of mine. I have had it forever, but not always realized it was what I was doing.<br />
Obsessing over things I can control when much of my world is OUT of my control.<br />
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For example, for the last couple of weeks I have been scouring some combination of Pinterest, Amazon, and Mommy-blogs to plan how I would pack my kids' lunch when they started "school." I wouldn't be with them during the day, and my situation is unfortunately not as ideal as it once was, but DOGGONEIT I CAN PACK A LUNCH! I'm going to post my own Pins to show just how awesome they are. (Reality check: 4/5 days one or both of them is getting some pre-packaged something.)<br />
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Just today I was sassy-fying my room more than I have in my seven years of teaching. I usually hate doing bulletin boards, but I maxed out with all kinds of fancy duct tape, layers of borders, and still haven't gotten to my cutesy-but-functional Teachers Pay Teachers content decorations yet.<br />
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My dear aunt asked what in the world was wrong with me. Then, "Oooh. I know what you're doing. You can control this environment." <br />
She's right. I can choose, monitor, and dictate everything in that tiny classroom (at least until the students come, ha!) while I feel right now I'm white knuckling my way through everything else.<br />
I crave stability and security, just like everyone else. I know my God is bigger than all the powers of the Earth combined (and Captain Planet), and I'm not saying He's not enough, but like a quip I heard long ago, sometimes I need someone with skin.<br />
Being a woman is hard. Being a mother is hard. Being a human is hard. There are so many forces out of our control every day. We have to be strong enough to fight them or strong enough to walk away. Either way, it ain't easy.<br />
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lock it in a box. No one has any say-so regarding the day of death. No
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This whole "being honest" thing is hard. Because I want to tell you right now that I have done an awesome job eating healthy and making the best choices since my last post since in the last one I wasn't doing that great.<br />
Well, I've been making mediocre choices most days, could have done worse, definitely could have done better. The words "lackluster" and "blase" come to mind. For example, today I had a good breakfast, measured my coffee creamer, the works. Then, hey, I wasn't going to just throw away the half of Max's frozen waffle he didn't eat. That couldn't count much, right? Then I went to an awesome 6-year-old's birthday party, which involved me getting in the pool, though nothing I did (or ever do) could be considered swimming. I only had two slices of pizza and I shared my delicious Spiderman cake with Max and Brynn. (Which meant Brynn ate all the icing off the top and Max ate most of the ice cream.) So again, I could have done worse.<br />
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For supper, I made everyone else pancakes (my favorite whole wheat recipe that uses honey instead of sugar and only 2 tablespoons of oil) and I had an egg and a piece of toast instead because it's easier to count points-wise. But then, hey, I wasn't just going to throw away the chocolate chip pancake I had already cut up for Brynn that she decided that she didn't want. (Obviously my daughter did not inherit my inability to recognize being full. Learned behavior, much??)<br />
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I am proud of myself because in spite of the terrible heat today and a borderline migraine part of the day, I was determined to go for a run tonight. I got the babies in bed and was giving the temperature as much time as possible to drop before I went. There were some dark clouds in the sky, but I thought they were far enough away, so I threw on my digs and went out the door.<br />
Thunder. <br />
Dadblast it, I'm running.<br />
Dark. Wind. Thunder.<br />
Sigh. I made it halfway down the road I run the length of and decided I had better turn around. Thunder does make for good inspiration to run at a bit more brisk of a pace. I literally had been back inside my house for a minute and a half and the sky fell out.<br />
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<i>Thank you, God, for waiting!</i> I said. <br />
Once upon a time, I would have used any and all of those factors <i>not </i>to go exercise. Granted, it was only 17 minutes, but that was 17 more minutes than I could have.<br />
So yeah, at this rate I'm not going to be losing as much as fast as I could if I made perfect decisions every hour of every day (and just threw away what my kids don't eat). But you know what I'm kind of deciding? This is life. Is it better to be "perfect" for a good solid week or two then go stark-raving-eatitifitain'tnaileddown CRAZY until I can't take the guilt anymore than start over OR do the best you can at every given moment that you can?<br />
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Surely, eventually, some more of this "fat suit" I feel like I'm in will melt away at this rate. I really believe once the initial stress of starting school back settles as much as it does, the structure will help my decisions improve too since I won't have TIME to eat or ACCESS to anything except what I bring from home.<br />
So, here's to blase being better than berserk any day.<br />
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Everybody has figured out by now that words can--and more often do--hurt people much more than physical abuse ever could. That's usually what bullying is, and day to day getting your feelings hurt.<br />
That being said, as an adult, I've never had anyone tell me I was fat or say something directly hurtful concerning my looks, at least not that I can think of right off. Well, this isn't counting the numerous people that said something to the effect of "You're huge!" when I was pregnant, which somehow is apparently acceptable??? Anyway, that's another blog another day.<br />
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However, I can think of at least a handful of things that people told me after I had LOST weight that were particularly scarring.<br />
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At a get-together a lady seeing me get small portions,<b> "Well, gosh, you could eat more than that."</b><br />
<b> </b>This one may not read as particularly hurtful, but if you saw her face, you would have felt the tone. Also, as one who does not generally enjoy bring attention to herself except when given a particular role to do so, this made me way more conspicuous than I would have liked. I wonder if this remark is one reason I have a very very hard time making good choices at public eating "events." I don't want anyone to look at my plate and know I'm dieting, because then they might feel the need to talk about it.<br />
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Someone I don't even remember who, <b>"You sure are showing off your new body, aren't you?"</b> <br />
If any of you have lost a considerable amount of weight before, you'll know why this was disturbing. You don't know HOW to dress when you have a "new body." When you've been dressing in clothes that just cover and hide, questions like How tight? How loose? are very difficult to answer. So for someone to suggest I was being inappropriate was embarrassing to me. I've always dressed on the modest side, and just because I was thinner didn't change that--I thought. So then I really didn't know how to dress.<br />
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After seeing a friend after a while, <b>"Lacy, you used to have such a pretty figure! Now you're just.....nothing."</b><br />
This one doesn't require an explanation.<br />
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I'm not blaming these things for making me gain weight back (plus some) again, but it certainly didn't do a thing for my self-esteem. Why do we know it's not okay to remark (at least to people's faces) about them being overweight, sloppy, an overeater, but the same doesn't apply if you are thin and eating healthy?<br />
Jealousy is a big guess at least when it involves women. I know to make myself feel better I've said (to myself) things like, "Well, she's just too thin." or "She can't be happy. She's just hungry."<br />
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It should be a rule that unless your comment looks something like this template :<br />
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you should just keep your comment to yourself. Because you may think that your statement about how thin someone has gotten will make them feel good, but it probably won't. It has been 10 or 11 years since I heard those lines, and I still fear what I might hear as I lose weight again. Hopefully I'm stronger, more mature, and less sensitive now, but it certainly has taught me to be even more careful with my words.<br />
<img alt="underweight cartoons, underweight cartoon, underweight picture, underweight pictures, underweight image, underweight images, underweight illustration, underweight illustrations " height="320" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/rro/lowres/rron331l.jpg" style="width: 400px;" title="underweight cartoons, underweight cartoon, underweight picture, underweight pictures, underweight image, underweight images, underweight illustration, underweight illustrations " width="272" />brynnsmommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317570507094101831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596519624904481392.post-43513173486828982962013-07-29T10:55:00.002-04:002013-07-29T10:55:34.176-04:00Recovering.As usual, I doubt there are any guys left in my blogging audience, but just be warned if there are, I am trying to be really honest on here. It may take me a day to admit it, but here it is. I had a terrible eating night yesterday. Brynn took about 2 hours, 4 bathroom trips, 3 meltdowns, 1 dose of medicine, and a thousand hugs and kisses to get to sleep last night. So my running time was down the toilet. So was my composure. I lost it once she had been quiet for a few minutes. I mean curled up in Erick's lap in the fetal position lost it. (Hormones probably had something to do with it to, but that doesn't make it less real.)<br />
So what did I do to recover? I self-medicated. With frozen Greek yogurt and pita crackers. (Apparently was really into the Greek theme.) The stupid thing was the crackers weren't even very good. They needed some hummus. Or peanut butter. Or something. Then, as if that weren't enough, I had a couple of cookies that for some sabotaging reason I made a couple of days ago. Did that make me feel better? Well, it made me feel nothing. Which was exactly what I wanted. I didn't want to feel anything anymore for a little while.<br />
But this morning I felt GUILTY. I mean I didn't even sleep well last night, and I think that's why. As I covered in an earlier entry, why isn't this enough reason to keep from binging the next time? I DON'T KNOW. It makes me so ashamed! It's embarrassing to lose control like that.<br />
So my steps I've taken today to recover and get back on track:<br />
<ul>
<li>Pray for forgiveness for my gluttony. </li>
<li>Forgive myself and try to move on. (I'm still working on this one.)</li>
<li>Get up and go for a run. (I do believe this is the first time in my LIFE I've started exercising before 7 a.m.)</li>
<li>Have a good breakfast and plan what I'll eat the rest of today.</li>
</ul>
I made the mistake of getting on the scale this morning and it did not say what I wanted it to. (After last night, duh.) But I've got to let that go. (And maybe smash my scale and forget about it.)<br />
That's all I can do. I can't change last night. I <i>can </i>control today.<br />
brynnsmommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317570507094101831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596519624904481392.post-69325008647696944832013-07-27T21:09:00.001-04:002013-07-27T21:09:37.960-04:00Breathe in, breathe out....This post isn't about running.<br />
It isn't about being in labor.<br />
It's about living. Day to day. Why is it so hard sometimes to remember to breathe? I just read an <a href="http://www.calmclinic.com/anxiety/symptoms/shallow-breathing" target="_blank">interesting article</a> that says all people with anxiety have shallow breathing, which actually leads to having too much air in your body, even though it feels like not enough. This is what leads to hyperventilating when you're super stressed or scared. That's not really related to my topic, just made me go "hmm."<br />
Today has been one of those obnoxious days when I have been too preoccupied with worry to enjoy what is going on around me. I'm assuming I'm not the only teacher that understands this--getting paid all at once at the beginning of the summer ends up being reeeeally tough once August is about to roll around. To be blunt, it feels really sucky to work pretty much a whole month before we finally get a paycheck again. I really stink at budgeting. I am too ADD to keep bills organized and tracked well especially when there isn't a lot of income to work with. Somehow I can get it to work on paper but in real life something doesn't jive. Erick shows up faithfully to my "budget meetings" but his eyes glaze over if anyone says more than two numbers in a sentence.<br />
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SO, my ruminating today has been on how are we going to make it until August 25? How are we going to pay for two kids in daycare? What can we sell? How are we going to buy Christmas presents for everyone? How much savings can we take out and still be "safe"? What would Dave Ramsey do?<br />
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None of these questions were actually answered during the 14 hours I've been mulling them over. However, this did pop up in my Bible app today.<br />
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<span class="text Matt-6-25"><span class="woj"><sup class="versenum">Matthew 6 </sup></span></span><br />
<span class="text Matt-6-25"><span class="woj"><sup class="versenum">25 </sup>“Therefore I tell you, do not worry
about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what
you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than
clothes?</span></span> <span class="text Matt-6-26" id="en-NIV-23309"><span class="woj"><sup class="versenum">26 </sup>Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?</span></span> <span class="text Matt-6-27" id="en-NIV-23310"><span class="woj"><sup class="versenum">27 </sup>Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life<sup class="footnote" value="[<a href="#fen-NIV-23310e" title="See footnote e">e</a>]">[<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew+6&version=NIV#fen-NIV-23310e" title="See footnote e">e</a>]</sup>?</span></span><br />
<span class="text Matt-6-28" id="en-NIV-23311"><span class="woj"><sup class="versenum">28 </sup>“And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin.</span></span> <span class="text Matt-6-29" id="en-NIV-23312"><span class="woj"><sup class="versenum">29 </sup>Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.</span></span> <span class="text Matt-6-30" id="en-NIV-23313"><span class="woj"><sup class="versenum">30 </sup>If
that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and
tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you
of little faith?</span></span> <span class="text Matt-6-31" id="en-NIV-23314"><span class="woj"><sup class="versenum">31 </sup>So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’</span></span> <span class="text Matt-6-32" id="en-NIV-23315"><span class="woj"><sup class="versenum">32 </sup>For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them.</span></span> <span class="text Matt-6-33" id="en-NIV-23316"><span class="woj"><sup class="versenum">33 </sup>But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.</span></span> <span class="text Matt-6-34" id="en-NIV-23317"><span class="woj"><sup class="versenum">34 </sup>Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.</span></span><br />
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<span class="text Matt-6-34" id="en-NIV-23317"><span class="woj">Breathe in.......breathe out......breathe in.......breathe out........ </span></span>brynnsmommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317570507094101831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596519624904481392.post-61199147683671584142013-07-22T23:15:00.005-04:002013-07-22T23:15:46.237-04:00EsCApaaayy...Hey, isn't that spelled just like Escape? --Dory<br />
<b>3:37 a.m. Brynn calls me in her room. Asks me to tell her a story. Can't think of <i>ANYTHING </i>to say. She tells me about a bad dream about the evil purple minions from Despicable Me 2 being in her room. I give her imaginary jelly gun. (If you've seen the movie you understand.) Go back to bed.</b><br />
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<b>5:02 a.m. Max wakes up rip roaring ready to go. Suck snot out of his nose. Give him a bottle. Put him back to bed. </b><br />
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6:08 a.m. Read Royal Baby gossip whilst saying to myself <i>go back to bed dum-dum.</i> Go back to bed.<br />
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<b>7:19 a.m. <span style="font-size: x-large;">Moooommmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy</span>.....</b><br />
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<b>7:20 a.m.-8:16 p.m. Feed, change diaper, suck snot, repeat. </b><br />
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Ok, first of all, in amongst this we did make some pretty awesome pompom superheroes, pretended to go to the beach, played ball, and did some more laundry with my spaceship machines. There truly is no better job than being a mother, I wouldn't trade it for anything. Really.<br />
But today was long, tough, and at times smelly. (How many more teeth could Max have?! This kid is the worst teether in the history of babies!)<br />
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On days like this, my history would show that there is no freakin' way I would have exercised. After all I earned a night off, right? But guess what I started thinking about around 6:30 p.mm?<i> I can't wait to run.</i><br />
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It is my escape! While I'm running is the only time my brain isn't constantly scanning, evaluating, ruminating, planning, fixing, etc. All I can think of is breathe...breathe....breathe. (I'm getting better at shutting up those demons. I think since I called them out they're a little less persistent.)<br />
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I know there will be days I don't feel so excited to get my feet hitting the pavement out the door. My couch is reeeeeally comfortable. But it is so exciting to be excited about this. I'm running for longer stretches at a time. I took my dog, Fiona with me tonight. It was a little disconcerting to look down as I'm huffing and puffing and see that she's comfortably trotting (or maybe just walking) beside me. Oh well, she has 4 legs and I only have two.<br />
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After all day of being Mommy though, in all honesty, it's really nice just to be Lacy for a mile or so. That in turn, makes me a better Mommy.<br />
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Mine tell me things like, "Who are you kidding? You look silly running. You didn't run today, so you're done. I knew it wouldn't last long. Eat that pizza, Fatty, eat it!"<br />
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I wish my inner voice was nicer. If it were my employee I'd fire it. I try to now, but it won't leave.<br />
I'm doing my best to ignore that voice. Yesterday morning it was so freaking loud it took an hour and a half nap an hour and a half early from everyone in my house to make it shut up. (Apparently my children could hear it yesterday too because NOBODY was being nice.)<br />
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Do you have a demon inside your head too that likes to sabotage you? I'm just doing my best to push through it and talk back.<br />
I'm doing great. I'm making good choices. It doesn't matter what I look like running, who is watching me anyway? It's ok to miss a day. It's ok to eat pizza now and then.<br />
Brynn told me I was pretty and funny last night. I like that voice better.<br />
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Tonight I ran with a friend from high school that I haven't talked to in probably 10 years or so. My first reaction when she asked me about running together tonight was, "Oh man, there is no way I'm ready to try to keep up with someone else!" But honestly it made the run go so much faster and less ugly with her keeping me company! (And she was nice enough not to skunk me completely.) It was absolutely fabulous to not realize until waaaay past the post that was my goal to run to that I had gone so far without switching to walking. Then I made it even farther than that! I'm so thankful to her for unwittingly showing me that I can make it much farther than I think when my brain games are turned off. (See, Jessi, I didn't say you tried to kill me. :)) I'm so excited that I can already tell I'm getting stronger.<br />
I decided my goal is to run a full official 5K in honor of my 30th birthday in May. Maybe one day I'll even be decent enough for my time to count for something. I see hope!<br />
By the way, although this, as I've said, is with the intention of losing some weight, it is so much more fun to have a goal to finish a race than to make a goal of losing ___lbs. It's just so much more exciting!brynnsmommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317570507094101831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596519624904481392.post-65871210477313919782013-07-14T20:52:00.000-04:002013-07-14T20:52:16.861-04:00Mama said there'd be days like this...Nothing to brag about in the Grant athletic department today. My eating has still been on track, at least. I even have enough points left to have a slice of my blackberry pie that just came out of the oven. The four of us had a great time picking the berries in our woods the other night. In the rain, of course, but that kind of made it more fun. Brynn made tidal waves in the ponds--I mean puddles. I know the blackberries are healthy and 0 points by themselves, but I make ONE fresh blackberry pie a year, so I'm not missing it! I even make the crust from scratch. I use my wedding edition Betty Crocker cook book my favorite aunt got me as a wedding gift. The whole tradition just makes the summer feel more complete.<br />
Max had a rough night last night, hence I had a rough night last night. He's generally a good sleeper now except when he's getting teeth in. They give him fits. Anyway, after church, I fell asleep on the couch waiting for nap time for the kids to start. I had a yucky headache and was just exhausted. I got them in bed, got myself in bed...for about 10 minutes.<br />
Now I love my son dearly, but the only sound he seems to make when he is upset is, "mmmm, mmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmmm..." In the absolute most annoying tone in the universe. It makes me want to gouge my ears out. If that's possible. I plan to use this against him when he's a teenager somehow.<br />
So needless to say, I was not a happy mommy. After many failed attempts to get him back to sleep, I gave up and let him play. Then he pooped. Ah. That was the problem. Then Brynn woke up early from her nap because she had to poop. Yes, when you're a mother, poop controls your happiness.<br />
I was still trying to be positive, saying I would exercise in some capacity today. Then I was getting hot. I thought it was because I was grumpy, but the mismatched temperatures on the thermostat told me otherwise. No air running. Forget it. I cannot make myself exercise when I'm already hot and short of sticking my head in the fridge there is no hope of cooling down afterward.<br />
So I made my pie. I knew the oven would potentially make it hotter, but I needed something positive to end my day. Blackberry pie it is.<br />
<br />brynnsmommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317570507094101831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596519624904481392.post-45488888310558502982013-07-13T20:51:00.000-04:002013-07-13T20:51:08.113-04:00EncouragementThe first time I started running today, I felt like I had just dragged myself out of a swimming pool. My legs weighed approximately 100 lbs. each. The next run rotation I made it farther and longer than I have yet. It was the distance of an obscure Michael Jackson song, is all I know. Ooh in the middle of this run though it got ugly! Grunting, spitting, you name it. But I did it. I'm hurting like the devil tonight but I did it!<br />
I appreciate all of your encouragement, as I am unabashedly looking for it! I was going to apologize for that, but you know what? That's what we need! I teach my kids at school to congratulate the winner so that when they win, the same people will congratulate them. So you bet I'm going to work on improving my level of encouragement giving (or bucket-filling for my elementary friends). Because we all deserve it! So go, you, for the awesome thing you did today.<br />
<br />brynnsmommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317570507094101831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596519624904481392.post-37317366823820894592013-07-12T21:13:00.000-04:002013-07-12T21:13:09.532-04:00Why I'm running...So proud of my run last night. I broke through my fear of running near civilization and passed two people out of vehicles. I tried to smile, but I'm not sure if it ended up looking like a smile or not. A lady taking a stroll with her beautiful cocker spaniel gave me what I interpreted as a "Are you alright?" smile back so I began doubting that I looked as friendly as I was trying to. <br />
I amused myself afterward reflecting on the things that were going through my mind that helped me keep going as I ran more at one time than I ever have. (Attention: The 4th one is a little personal.) <br />
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<li>I'm going to die. <b><span style="color: #4c1130;">No you're not, Lacy</span>.</b> But I could. <b><span style="color: #4c1130;">But you're not.</span></b></li>
<li>I can't breathe. <span style="color: #741b47;"><b>Yes you can, slow down.</b></span> No I can't.<b><span style="color: #741b47;"> Yes you can. Focus.</span></b></li>
<li>I'm going to pass out and no one is going to know who I am or where I came from. <span style="color: #741b47;"><b>No you're not. Breathe.</b></span></li>
<li>I'm going to pee on myself.<b><span style="color: #4c1130;"> So what else is new? You do every time you sneeze. Get over it.</span></b></li>
<li>My house is a billion miles away.<span style="color: #4c1130;"> <b>That's ridiculous. You couldn't see it if it were a billion miles away. </b></span></li>
<li>I can't believe I'm doing this. Am I crazy? I'm not an athlete and never claimed to be. <span style="color: #741b47;"><b>Well, it's about time. </b></span></li>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="color: black;">I'm really proud of myself for purple voice winning. When I got back almost immediately Brynn started calling me. I had Erick go to her room since I couldn't speak at the time, but after her potty trip I came to her. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #e06666;">Are you sweaty? </span>She asked.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">Yes, very. I was exercising.</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">Were you running, Mommy?</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">Yes I was.</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">Why?</span><br />
<b><span style="color: #741b47;">So I can be healthy and play with you and Max and take good care of you.</span></b><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="color: black;">The look she gave me when I said was priceless. That's what I'll think of next time I run. Forget trying to get my pre-baby body back (which wasn't that great anyway, except for the missing tiger stripes and tighter stomach skin). What I told Brynn is true, and I hope she'll remember that for a long while, especially when the inevitable day comes when she realizes the importance of being thin in this society. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="color: black;">Don't get me wrong, I'm not being high and mighty. Lord knows I want to be thin. I want my clothes to look and feel better. But the bottom line is taking care of my babies is my life's work. And I need a body that will let me carry that out without popping buttons and huffing and puffing. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="color: black;">So, I'm running. </span></span><br />
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Last night I got to see my very good friend who just happens to be my cousin-in-law, Heather. So good for me, I worked out with my other good friend Leslie Sansone earlier since my usual workout time was going to be replaced with girl time. Same deal today, we're taking the Princess to see Despicable Me 2 (though we would totally be going even if we didn't have a kid to take.) So Leslie and I took a really dorky sweaty walkish type thing together.<br />
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I kid, but I really love her workouts. They are very doable and she's so encouraging. Plus she has at least 4 kids of her own, so I'm like, man....surely there's hope for me! When I lost weight the first time around (scarily like 10 years ago) I worked with Leslie until I was fit enough to graduate to Billy Blanks. I loved him too. I was so excited when I could get through the instructional Tae Bo video without having to quit (it wasn't even supposed to be a workout!). </div>
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I sure hope I'm encouraging someone with my rambling. I'm happy I have this motivation right now. If only I could bottle it up and save it for the day when it goes away. Because we all know it will! My goal is just when that day comes to fake it til I make it. </div>
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Side note: there is a fly that got stuck under my stove right when I started writing this, and has not quit buzzing trying to get out. That's endurance! I can't see him or lift the stove, otherwise I'd have mercy on the thing. Okay. Blogging about flies. Cue exit.</div>
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brynnsmommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317570507094101831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596519624904481392.post-32014624151768765642013-07-08T22:27:00.000-04:002013-07-08T22:27:34.848-04:00Two days! Yahoo!Walk 2 minutes<br />
Run 1 minute<br />
Walk 2 minutes<br />
Run 1 minute<br />
Walk 2 minutes<br />
Run 1 minute 35 seconds<br />
Walk 2 minutes/stretch<br />
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This may not sound like a lot to you, but that's more than I've run since....ever.<br />
I don't know why I want to run. (By the way when I used the word "run" up there, it was more like a turtle waddling through mud, but it was more movement than the walking!) But I always have wanted to, in spite of numerous failed attempts at trying to do so without my vision blurring from lack of oxygen.<br />
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Part of me was worried about if someone saw me running, and they might think, "Look at that fat girl trying to run, how precious." Instead of what they should be saying, "Good for her!" But I read someone else's blog last night and she made a good point that if people are going to be cruel, they're just going to be cruel whether you're eating a Twinkie or a rice cake. So whatev.<br />
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I tracked all my points today. Even the chicken salad croissant and sweet tea I decided was totally worth the points at Delightful Dishes for lunch today. (Thanks, Ginger!) I almost blew it when I was fixing Brynn baby corn dogs tonight for supper and I was STARVING.<br />
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I stopped at two though and had a turkey spinach wrap instead. A little less 4-year-oldish supper, if I say so.<br />
So yay for me, I moved my hiney today more than I have and wrote this blog instead of eating the Pringles that were calling my name. <br />
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<li> a sweet, not very bright cat who I probably shouldn't let sit on the table, but oh well</li>
<li>Max's high chair tray that has veggie lasagna residue and banana puffs strewn about</li>
<li>An empty Capri Sun</li>
<li>2 lb weights</li>
<li>a glass of water I've been trying to finish since about 4:00 (it's 7:30)</li>
<li>two cans of cream of mushroom soup I've been meaning to put in the pantry since...(I guess we ate supper with them on the table, but I didn't even notice.)</li>
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Here I am with gobs to do, but I really really wanted to blog tonight. Writing has always been very cathartic to me since I can remember. I used to write stories about Barbie and Ken.<br />
*intermission to put Brynn to bed*<br />
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"Today I did good eating." I can say that today. What does that mean? To me it means I tracked my food and points on my Weight Watcher app. I made good choices, I didn't get too hungry, and I didn't binge.<br />
Yet.<br />
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This is the hardest part of the day. Night. Kiddos are in bed *sigh* and no one is looking at me or following me around. I reward myself by not putting my ice cream in a bowl and just diving in. Fewer things make me happier.<br />
And at the same time, really, really sad.<br />
Why is food, meant by God to fuel and sustain us, my favorite pastime and my worst enemy.<br />
This is what food is to me:<br />
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I feel the best about myself when I eat right and exercise (as I did today, hence the weights on my table).<br />
I feel the worst about myself when I eat a sleeve of Oreos followed by whatever else I find. <br />
So why do I do it? Why don't I just stop?<br />
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The same reason people smoke. Do drugs. Look at porn. Cut themselves. It feels better right then than whatever the abstract negative outcome is.<br />
Somewhere someone said being overweight is like having your deepest, darkest secret out for everyone to see. (If you said it, let me know, I can't find/remember the source.) You can look at me and know I have an eating problem and probably don't make exercise a priority.<br />
This is my thorn. My biggest one anyway. And today I started over. Again. After a sabbatical of stressful IEP season that ran into stressful end of school year that ran into yay! vacation....I'm starting over again.<br />
You know what? I'm going to decide that's ok. Because today was good. That's all I can do right now.<br />
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<br />brynnsmommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317570507094101831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596519624904481392.post-7029913180806848672013-04-28T15:50:00.001-04:002013-04-28T15:50:21.417-04:00Perfection<br />
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You therefore must be perfect, as your heavenly Father is perfect.
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For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not
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<i> </i>I already posted a disclaimer last month that I may be way off sometimes in my scripture interpretations according to scholars, but I believe God uses His Word in whatever way we need it. Also noted that anything I suggest be done is something on myself. I'm no hypocrite, I'll never claim to be getting it all right.<br />
I've always been confused by this scripture and the idea that God expects us to be perfect. Really, God? You know we aren't perfect. So then in Ephesians, we see one of many verses explaining that God saves us. Because of Jesus's sacrifice, we are made perfect.<br />
Well, sort of. Except that we mess up every stinkin day. We have the gift of forgiveness, then we're pure again, for at least a few <strike>hours </strike>moments.<br />
A while back though, I started thinking about this and may have gotten a glimpse of clarity.<br />
I love my husband dearly. Way more than I love myself. I really want him to be perfect. Everything I do for him is in some way related to keeping him perfect. If he's sad, I try to cheer him up. I try to keep him healthy (except in the case that this interferes with the first statement, which sometimes requires Reese's Cups). If he messes up (GASP! I know you didn't expect that.) what do I do? I forgive him. Period. Then it's over. We learn from the ways we hurt each other so we can figure out how not to do them again and work again toward that "perfect" marriage. Whatever that looks like. <br />
I love my children. They're not perfect because they're learning. Because they're human. Because they're really weird. (They get it honest.) But I love them as if they're perfect. As if they are CAPABLE of perfection. I hold them to that standard, never saying, "Oh well, they'll never get any better." What kind of parent would I be?<br />
I'm not comparing myself to God, but I am seeing a connection of the love God gives us and the love I give to Erick and my babies. God is love. God is perfect. God makes my love perfect when I am doing it right.<br />
So if I apply this to me...God expects me to be perfect. When I'm not, it disappoints him maybe, but it gives him something to teach me. Regardless what I do that, he's going to love me AS IF I'm perfect. That's always the standard he holds me to, since he equipped us with that gift of forgiveness so long ago. <br />
Love people with God's perfect love. Love as if everyone has the capacity to be perfect. No matter how much they mess up, act out, or how weird they may be. They're good enough for the creator of the universe to die for. The least we can do is love them on earth. </div>
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<br />brynnsmommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317570507094101831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596519624904481392.post-20151435497562840332013-01-25T23:18:00.000-05:002013-01-25T23:18:05.012-05:00DISCLAIMER:<span style="font-size: medium;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><i> This started as a preface to a blog I started to write, but then it turned into enough of an entry itself. The entry that inspired this will come later. </i><br />
Here's a big fat unsurprising disclaimer: I'm not a theologian. I took one required religion class in college that only briefly mentioned Christianity. My validity as a spiritual leader of any sort is only backed by 20 (almost 30, *gasp*) some-odd years of listening to a handful of preachers and many Sunday School teachers, debating scripture with friends, sporadic (at best) personal study, and things I've heard from the I AM Himself (and trust me, I don't take that lightly). <br />
That being said, the posts I write are simply what I draw from scripture and how it applies to my life. As was in many cases in my AP English classes, I may perceive them in some way that is off from how they were perhaps originally intended. But perhaps that's how God intended his Word to be. A Davy Jones of sorts.<br />
I have heard many people say they have read a verse a thousand times, but that 1,001st time they read it, it meant something different. Or that they realized something they never had before. Just like with the story of the prodigal son (Luke 15:11-32). Remember the first time you realized the father was God and YOU were the prodigal? Or the first time you thought about it from the brothers' perspective? Or the first time you considered YOU were the brothers? I believe you hear and see what you need to at that point in your life.<br />
All this to say that maybe you think how I've interpreted something is wrong. Maybe you're right. Or maybe I'm just a vessel to show a different light on an old idea. <i><br /></i><br />
</span>brynnsmommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317570507094101831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596519624904481392.post-69159574399482789792013-01-13T15:39:00.004-05:002013-01-13T15:39:58.152-05:00Forgetting to RememberI forget a lot.<br />
I forget why I go into rooms. I forget why I open the refrigerator. I forget "refrigerator" doesn't have a d even though "fridge" does. I forget who I have told stories to already. I forget to give Brynn her allergy medicine. I forget where I know people from. I forget to charge my cellphone, turn on my alarm clock, hang my keys by the door, put gas in my car, and to pack a toothbrush and/or pajamas on almost every vacation I've ever been on (Once, a long time ago before it mattered as much, thankfully, I forgot to pack a bra. Long story.).<br />
Sticky notes are my friends, even though I don't use them as much as I should. (I forget where I put them.) I really am terrible at these little things. I write stuff on my calendar and then forget to look at the calendar. I even have notifications sent to my phone as text messages to do things and if I don't do it RIGHT then, well...you know.<br />
Something that's been bothering me lately though is that I'm forgetting to pray. I mean, I pray quick little prayers throughout the day. If you need me to pray for you, send me an email. I promise I'll pray for you at least once. I am in the habit of praying right then, before I move to the next email. I pray a little on the way to school, until something comes on the radio or down the road that catches my attention. I pray before supper. (Not even great at remembering to bless my food at breakfast and lunch.)<br />
I give myself a little slack. I do have two small children, a husband, and a full-time job that take 99.9% of my active gray matter 24/7. Max is still not exactly on a "schedule" and Brynn's temperament varies as much as southern weather in the winter. Some nights they let me get a good full 5 hours of sleep and other nights I get 2 hour spurts. Hence, some mornings I'm bright eyed and bushy tailed at 5:30, others I'm telling myself I will be fired if I don't roll my hiney out of bed and be in my car in 10 minutes.<br />
I tell myself that if the creator of the universe has time for me, surely I can carve out some time for Him. But even Jesus was never a mommy! Just sayin'! I'm joking. Sort of. But all guilt and excuses aside, I have to find some way to pray ON PURPOSE. Not just when it crosses my mind. Because obviously, I can't count on my mind to remember, "Oh yeah, I need to shut out all other distractions and talk and listen to God." I don't know exactly how to do that yet. Early morning is my best bet, but there's the aforementioned sleep issue. There's night when the kiddos are in bed (assuming they'll stay like that), but I'm always so tired I honestly think I'd fall asleep. As some of you saw in my facebook picture, I don't regularly get alone time, even in the bathroom. I know one day the babies will be older and (maybe) then it will be easier, but it will always have to be on purpose.<br />
So here's my prayer today:<br />
<i>Dear God, help me figure out the best way to make more time for you. Make me see past my excuses and be open to whatever I need to do. Forgive me for when my priorities are out of order. Thank you for loving me all the time, not just every so often when you think about it. Thank you for making me who I am, even when it's frustrating to me and you. Help me always remember to show your love to others by the way I treat them. I love you all the time, even if I forget to say it or show you. Amen. </i><br />
<br />brynnsmommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317570507094101831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596519624904481392.post-7474308791039925982012-12-30T21:18:00.001-05:002012-12-30T21:19:18.571-05:00Revisiting Old, Creating NewHow grand that we humans are given a chance to "start over" every January thanks to the arbitrary calendar that hangs on our wall. (If we were going on seasons, shouldn't the new year start when spring starts? Just a thought.) <br />
I was reminded by my dear friend Heather's blog that I had also written my pseudo-resolutions in a blog at the beginning of this year. I was anxious to revisit them. Here, join me.<br />
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<i>1. The news does not mention the Mayan calendar relentlessly. (No one
knows the hour Jesus is coming back and I'm ready for Him, but it it
still makes me nervous, so hush.)</i> Well, media, how did that one go for you? That was more for them than me. <br />
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<i>2. The Grant family gets a dog. (Names considered so far are Loula, Tuvok, and Good. Last one was Brynn's input.)</i> CHECK! We got our sweet Fiona. She was already named when we adopted her, and we liked it so we kept it. <br />
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<i>3. The Grant family will have another healthy baby on the way. (Note "WILL." I have nothing to tell yet, just to clarify.)</i> CHECK! I was probably already pregnant when I wrote this post. How amazing that I was pregnant and had our precious Max all in one year. I know that happens to a lot of people, but with Brynn being born in April, it was totally different for me. Thank you, God, for granting this resolution!<br />
<i>4. I get back on my FlyLady track with keeping my house clean. </i>Weeelllll...I did really super great with this, thennnn morning sickness happened. Then big ol' preggo belly happened. Then newborn happened. Then going back to work with a preschooler and an infant happened, soooooo......<br />
<i>5.
I lose some weight and do healthy stuff like not eat McDonald's every
week. (#3 will hopefully interfere with the first part of this one.) </i>Amazingly I only put on about 20 pounds with big boy, and I'm down 32ish pounds from my biggest weigh in with Max in tow, which is less than before I was pregnant with him, so woohoo me!<br />
<i>6. I go back and finish the devotionals I didn't do during my previous Bible study. </i>I did a couple of them. Then I lost the book. Maybe if I had done #4 a little better this one would have worked out.<br />
<i>7. I get some kids OUT of special ed for the first time in my career. </i>Yes! Still working on this one, but I have a list to officially kick out of the system after we go back. I still LOVE my job.<br />
<i>8. I blog at least twice a month. (Once summer hits I'm upping my quota, but for now, I'll be realistic.) </i>So much for realistic. Oh well. I blogged more than I did last year. I think. Who cares. This is just for me and my closest 2 friends anyway, right? ;)<br />
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So not too shabby, I'd say. Now for the new ones to visit this time next year.<br />
1. Ye olde obligatory weight loss goal. Like I said, I'm already on the right track. I only gained a half a pound two weeks surrounding Christmas, which is less <strike>more </strike><b>less </b>than I can say for previous years. My ultimate goal is to be at my ideal healthiness by the time I turn 30 next year. Hey, I didn't gain all this junk in my trunk in a year, so I'm giving myself a generous deadline. Weight Watchers is great for me.<br />
2. Pray more. I don't mean this as a political statement. I just need to learn to stop being so surprised when God spectacularly answers my prayers. If I do it more, perhaps I'll learn.<br />
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3. Take more pictures. (This is Erick's "Don't take any more pictures" face.) Got a cute little easy camera for Christmas. So far so good on capturing the moments. I don't want Max to be totally left out of the photo albums as 2nd children often are.<br />
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4. Final goal: Love myself more. "Ease up on Lacy" is the best advice I've ever been given. I'm going to stop prefacing ideas with, "This may be stupid, but..." and negative self-talk. Or at least try. I'm not going to beat myself up about it if I forget. :)<br />
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Let's see how I do. What's a goal of yours this year?<br />
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<br />brynnsmommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317570507094101831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596519624904481392.post-62882067653579820922012-07-27T15:17:00.000-04:002012-07-27T15:17:04.632-04:0031.5 Week UpdateI haven't written lately because of any or all of the following reasons:<br />
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<li>I was too tired.</li>
<li>I was sleeping.</li>
<li>I couldn't think.</li>
<li>I forgot what I wanted to write about.</li>
<li>I was crying for no apparent reason. </li>
<li>I was thinking about doing housework.</li>
<li>I was too stinking tired.</li>
<li>I didn't want to bend over to get the computer.</li>
<li>ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz.</li>
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What? I dozed off there for a minute.<br />
I have about 8 weeks left to cook this kid before he's all done. I have exact equal feelings of, "Wow, only 8 weeks? I'm not ready. That's really soon." AND "Oh my gosh, I have to waddle around like a cow and function like this for 8 more weeks?! I'll never make it that long!"<br />
It takes so much energy to do anything right now. And I have to go back to work in a week and a half. To my coworkers: I thank you in advance for your understanding. I am going to do my best, though my best is not that great at the moment. To my students: please be nice. That is all.<br />
I'm enjoying these last weeks of pregnancy as best I can. I have equal feelings as well about this possibly being my last time pregnant. (To answer everyone's question, we haven't decided it this is it or not. We'll see. And on a side note, why is everyone obsessed with asking that? I know you're curious, but keep it to yourself. It's kind of weird.) On one hand, telling me this is the last time I'll be pregnant is like, "Aww, I'll miss the feeling of life growing inside." On the other hand it's like, "THANK YOU! I'M MISERABLE!"<br />
While I am overwhelmingly grateful to be a part of this miracle and would not trade it for the world, anyone who tells you pregnancy is wonderful is LYING. Or more likely, suffering from selective memory loss. It happens. <br />
These are the things I miss the most right now:<br />
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<li>Diet Pepsi</li>
<li>Caffeine</li>
<li>My lap</li>
<li>My balance</li>
<li>My bony feet and ankles</li>
<li>Sleeping without being kicked in the lungs (I'll trade that for not sleeping at all soon, I realize)</li>
<li>Pants that don't have to come up to my armpits</li>
<li>Underwear that fits </li>
<li>Shoes other than flip-flops</li>
<li>Energy to do anything</li>
</ul>
But to be fair and positive, I'll end with my favorite things about being pregnant:<br />
<ul>
<li>Excitement of a new baby coming.</li>
<li>Having an excuse to sit down wherever I go. </li>
<li>An excuse as to why my house is a wreck.</li>
<li>Feeling him move (most of the time, see above)</li>
<li>Not worrying about if my belly looks fat. </li>
</ul>
Phew. That wore me out. <br />brynnsmommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13317570507094101831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596519624904481392.post-89646192301832628912012-07-02T15:41:00.000-04:002012-07-02T15:41:48.399-04:00A letter to my son...Dear Max,<br />
Hey buddy. I am excited about meeting you in about 12 weeks. While I have a few brain cells that still seem to be working, I thought I'd tell you a few things that one day, a long time from now when you're older, I'll actually share with you.<br />
<ul>
<li><b>You are a miracle.</b> All babies are, of course, but I am more aware of it this time. You have a brother (could be a sister, but we'll stick with brother for pronoun convenience) up in Heaven who we haven't had the chance to meet yet. However, before he left, he taught me how fragile and precious life is, even when you're no bigger than a teardrop. So when Daddy and I found out you were on your way, we did not take that for granted.</li>
<li><b>I told God I didn't think I could handle a boy.</b> The boys in our family weren't exactly easy, laid-back, cookie cutter kids (sorry guys, but it's true). I guess he took this as a challenge, because here you come! When your sister was coming, I knew I had a lot to learn, but at least I had the princess/pink background covered. Honestly, I don't know anything about raising a boy. I would get a book, but they tend to make me feel bad about myself, so I'm hoping it's okay with you if I just wing it.</li>
<li><b>You will need to learn sarcasm, humor, and flexibility early on to survive in this family.</b> And knowing a few Disney songs will make the ride more enjoyable, and will make your sister accept you a little quicker.</li>
<li><b>Your Daddy came up with your awesome name.</b> I approved. General/Gladiator Maximus Decimus Meridius is about the manliest man you'll find in any movie. I insisted we shortened it to Max, but your dad and various others will no doubt call you Maximus. Take it as an honor. Your middle name, Callahan, is also after a manly man whom your Poppy especially adores, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Callahan_%28character%29" title="Harry Callahan (character)">"Dirty" Harry Callahan</a>. Ask Poppy to tell you about his one paper he ever wrote about another Clint Eastwood movie, <i>The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.</i> Tell Grandmother that Callahan is a family name on your dad's side. Just trust me.</li>
<li><b>Your Daddy and I love each other very much, and always will.</b> I know, I know, ewwwww. Whatever. Again, just trust me, there will be one day you will be glad of that.</li>
</ul>
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Okay, I'm sure there is more, but that seems to cover the high points for now. I promise you that I will do the very best I can to be the best mother for you. At least the God of the universe saw me fit for the job. I suppose we can have faith that he was right! (Remember the sarcasm/humor thing? I told you that you'd need it!)<br />
I love you more than you'll know already!<br />
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