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Say What? As we are driving today, my son requests a song.  Typically he asks to hear the “spider song” – a song from his sister’s preschool cd. Today, however, he said “Mommy, I want to hear the Justin Bieber song”. WHAT? Did I mention that he is 2? How does he know about Justin Bieber? I tried to explain that Mommy doesn’t have any Justin Bieber music. That didn’t go over well…

A Lighter Side of Things.  Lately after my husband has put my daughter to bed I like to sneak in to her room and lay beside her and have a little chat. I find it’s a great time for her to open up about things that are on her mind and gives us a few minutes of uninterrupted Mommy-Daughter time.  The last few days, the discussion has been pretty serious. As I mentioned in my blog yesterday, cancer has  been the big topic of discussion as of late. I always let her lead the conversation since the point is to let her open up. When I laid down with her last night I was preparing myself for another heart wrenching talk discussion. But last night she wanted to talk about her loose tooth. It’s been loose for a week now but has yet to fall out. During our conversation she told me that she “keeps forgetting to wiggle it” and wanted to know “what would happen if she lost all her teeth at once?” Our talk was full of giggles and left me (and hopefully her) with a heart full of joy and grateful for our time together.

Until I write again…

Shay

A Tough One

It is with a heavy heart that I write this blog post. I’ve been thinking about this one for two days and it’s still sitting with me so I thought I would share.

Monday after school my six-year old daughter came home from school and started to cry. Upon taking to her I found out that the mom, of a boy in her class, had died from cancer over the weekend. We ended up having a long discussion as I did my best to explain that it was ok to be sad and to cry. That she shouldn’t worry about me getting cancer or dying even though the mom of her best friend also has cancer. That some people get better after they are sick for what seems like a long time.

We talked about it more yesterday after she sneezed and got worried that it might mean she had cancer. At bedtime she asked God to take her classmate’s sadness away so he didn’t have to cry anymore and to stop her friend’s mom from being in pain so her friend didn’t have to be sad anymore either.

It’s hard to know what the right thing to say is in these situations. I don’t know that there is a right answer. But I’m glad that she was comfortable talking to me about her feelings and hope that we continue to have an open and honest relationship as she grows up.

For now my heart is breaking for her classmate and his family. That’s a tough one to swallow. I’m not sure I even have any words.

Hug your littles ones a little tighter tonight and pray for those who are left behind.

Until I write again…
Shay

A Little Loose Tooth

My six year old daughter has her first loose tooth. This is a HuGe deal when you are six. When she first discovered it was wiggly, a couple of days ago, she spent a great deal of time in front of the mirror checking it out. It’s been three days and it has yet to fall out. The issue is she REALLY wants it to fall out at school. If your tooth falls out at school you get to pick a friend and go get a tooth necklace. She told me that no one has ever picked her to go get a tooth necklace. She said that makes her feel sad so she is going to pick someone who also has not been picked before so they won’t feel sad. Seriously proud moment for me. Touched my heart. She then told me that when it is your turn to be the special helper in class you get to pick a friend to take the attendance down to the office. She said some kids always pick their best friends but that she tries to pick a different person every time. There many moments when I’m parenting and it feels like I’m failing. But at this moment I think I must be doing something right.

Until I write again…

Shay

The New Healthy Me

Question: How would you feel if you accepted your body exactly as it is today. Size. Shape. Wrinkles and all.

That is a question I asked myself one year ago today. My answer? Freeing! I’ve spent the last year loving myself. The scars, stretch marks, wrinkles, weight I see on the scale, hairs that grow out of my chin (ok maybe not those) and all. It’s been a year of loving who I am and being a strong, confident and healthy example for my daughter.

How I Got Here. Let me explain how I got here. A year ago today I reached weight loss goal of 68 pounds. Weight that I had gained over my two pregnancies. My decision to lose the weight started after I read a book called The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin. It was a launching pad for me to make several changes in my life to lead me to a much happier existence.

Losing It. I am very proud of how I lost the weight. I didn’t go on any crazy diet or starve myself. I just made some very positive lifestyle choices which is why I believe I’ve been successful in keep the weight off. The big secret to my success? Eat less, more often; and move more.

Today. Today it’s been a year and I’ve maintained that weight loss and more importantly a healthy and loving mind set. I read that approximately 70% of people who lose weight gain it all back within three years.

The Future. For me the last year has been all about being happy with who I am. That’s a hard thing for women to do. To just accept yourself the way you look and be happy with that. But if I’m not happy with the person I see in the mirror what is my daughter learning from me. I want her to grow up confident and healthy and to make informed decisions about food and exercise. She used to see me skipping meals and eating junk food. I’m happy that now she watches me make a healthy smoothie for breakfast and sees me eating my veggies at dinner. We also love to dance together, play at the park and go for walks. I love the new healthier me and I hope that she’s sees that and grows up to love herself and all her imperfections.

Until I write again…

Secret Option (C)

Secret Option (C).  Today I made grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch for myself and my two-year old son. It’s one of the few things he, most often, is willing to eat. If it was up to him he would live on peanut butter sandwiches but I do like to try to throw in a little variety. So after I prepared our glamorous lunch, I cut his sandwich into little tiny squares (because that’s the ONLY way he will eat them) and then presented him with his lunch. He took one look at his lunch and proceeded to yell, scream, cry and generally put up a big complaint about the grilled cheese. In the end, he decided that the was NOT going to eat his sandwich. I informed him that he had a choice, he could chose to (a) eat the grilled cheese or (b) he could go hungry but I wasn’t making him anything else. So he chose secret option (c). If you are not aware of secret option (c), it’s the option that my kids always come up with when I give them a choice. A secret option that I had not presented them. In this case secret option (c) refers to MY grilled cheese sandwich. That’s right, my grilled cheese was much more appealing than his….hmph. Apparently cutting my sandwich in half was the key to making him happy today. Who knew. Fine, I offered to trade him. He was happy. I was happy – until he licked the entire outside of my sandwich and then asked to trade back. Yeah, I don’t think so. He has now torn my sandwich into a million small pieces and is eating both our sandwiches. You know when I signed up to be a parent, I imagined a lot of things. But not moments like this, lol. I guess I am off to the kitchen to make myself another sandwich. 

Until I write again…

Shay

Actually…

“Actually…” No I am not quoting Oscar from the Office, I’m actually quoting my two-year old son Jack. 

Me “Jack would you like some peanut butter toast?”

Jack “Actually, I want a peanut butter sandwich”

Me “Jack, can you please put on our winter boots”

Jack “Actually I want to wear my rubber boots”

I’m not sure where he picked this up as I don’t think either myself or my husband say “actually” very often but who knows. It’s pretty funny and cute and just another reason he makes me smile every day.

Good Reads. There is something so wonderful about reading a good book. Getting swept up in the story. Losing track of time as you read through page after page. Reading a quick as you can at the beginning of a book because you are dying to find out what happens and then reading ever so slowly at the end, taking in every word because you don’t want it to end. Staying up so late that you find yourself re-reading the same sentence over and over again as the words begin to blur together. I just finished reading “Love Anthony” by Lisa Genova. It was one of those books. A beautiful story that touched my heart. Books like this are the reasons I often put down and don’t finish books. I just can’t read a book that doesn’t capture my interest right away because I feel like I am missing out on so many others. I currently have a pile of books beside my bed waiting to read. Since having kids I find I can only get through a few pages before my eyelids are heavy and I’m off to sleep. But I still make sure to crack open a book every night and every once in awhile I find a gem that has me huddled in the corner, trying to read a few more pages while the kids are cleaning up their toys or brushing teeth.

Until I write again…

Shay

Ultrasound Adventures with a Two-Year Old

This afternoon I had to take my son to have an ultrasound. He was quite worried before the test asking me over and over if he was going to get a poke (aka needle). As he was gowned up and we sat in our little stall waiting for his name to be called, he grew less and less anxious and more yand more bored and curious. At first he was being goofy, dancing and singing and stuff but then he started to explore his tiny surroundings. It was all could do to stop him from crawling into the stall next to us let alone peaking in on the poor person changing in the next stall. When it was finally our turn he again got that worried and a panicked look on his face. But the technician was great and within minutes he was calm and relaxed. So relaxed in fact that he fell asleep! Sound asleep. Snoring loudly asleep. The technician had a good laugh and said she’s never had someone fall asleep on her before. It took two of us to get him dressed afterwards and I barely managed to carry him to the car. Always an adventure with my bay boy.

Until I write again…
Shay

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