I'm back to kickboxing and boy, oh boy, did I miss it! I love it, I love it, I love it!
I only have a few minutes, but thought I would give a brief update. Isaac is doing well, getting really long as he is about to grow out of his 0-3 month clothes based on length only. He will be 8 weeks old on Monday and is starting to really put on a show with his smiles and oohs and gurgles. Things have really settled down and we can say he is consistent if anything. He goes to bed around 9-10pm and is up at 2 and 6 to eat. If he eats at 8:15pm, he is up at 2:15am and 6:15am on the dot. The same for an 8:30pm feeding with 2:30am and 6:30am and so on. You get the picture. The 2am-ish feeding is down to 1/2 an hour total so it's not so bad.
Camille still adores little Isaac. She literally smothers him with hugs and kisses when given an opportunity. We are about ready to start back with swim lessons so she can have some one-on-one Mommy time. I know she misses it. I miss it too.
So, my thankful list includes...
1. Kickboxing at the Grand Health Club. Fantastic!
2. Rest time for the kiddos.
3. Leftovers.
4. Fall weather.
5. Oatmeal raisin cookies and vanilla ice cream.
6. Leaves changing.
7. Adaptability in Camille, Jason and slowly, in myself. This parenting stuff is hard!
8. MOPs started last week. Sweet!
9. Four years being married to my best friend. Today is our 4th anniversary. Yeehaw!
10. My little family. God has blessed me immensely!
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Sunday, September 10, 2006
Giving Up
It's amazing what you give up when you become a parent: dinner's out, any meal out that doesn't consist of trying to find something that an 18 month old might consider eating if just for a moment, nope-she changed her mind-anyone want her chicken nuggets?, Saturday's full of shopping and running errands, time to yourself, a quiet moment to pee, sleep, friends that don't have kids, social interaction that extends beyond a pleasurable, nice clothes, a decent body that once did not resemble a wrinkled, shriveled alien, perky boobs, sanity when both your kids are crying in the store as you just try to get this done so you can go home. It seems immeasurable how different life becomes. I'm not saying it is all for the worst, it's just that the centrifugal force of your world changes and it takes a while to find your balance again. I'm still veering left and right saying, "Whoa, stand up straight, grip with your toes, look forward, not down or you'll crash."
I am so incredibly thankful for my 2 perfectly healthy, mostly perfectly happy kids. God could not have blessed us more. Rearing them well is harder than any task on earth. It is a constant stream of decisions that impact the rest of their lives in regards to communicating with other people, interacting kindly, and learning about others needs apart from your own, at least in Camille's case right now. The barrage of outsider influence on your own precious family in unstoppable. The need to protect is already a task that sometimes seems unattainable.
And, nursing in itself is beyond demanding. I won't give up, but I remember how easy it was to pop a bottle in Camille's mouth if she started to fuss from hunger while we were away from the house. Now, most citizens of Tulsa and Jenks for that matter aren't comfortable with me popping a boob in Isaac's mouth when he is desperately famished as it comes across nowadays. And, when I say desperately famished, I mean it. I know I'll appreciate it later, but the child won't take a binky. There is no pacifying his hunger or his need to eat right then.
Well, I'll quickly end as the eater has stirred from his slumber looking for his boobs.
I am thankful...
1. I am normal as a mom. There is nothing wrong or even unusual with everything that I am feeling.
2. I can write this down, if only to look back on and say, "Whew, that was a doozy to go through."
3. It's picture day with Ace and Hether! We'll see if I need to inform the world about how dinner goes afterwards with them.
4. Two fantastic kiddos.
5. One amazing husband.
6. Jason telling me to make sure I put in my blog in my thankful list that he won his soccer game.
7-10. Another day...
Okay, gotta go, the boob needer is really needy!
I am so incredibly thankful for my 2 perfectly healthy, mostly perfectly happy kids. God could not have blessed us more. Rearing them well is harder than any task on earth. It is a constant stream of decisions that impact the rest of their lives in regards to communicating with other people, interacting kindly, and learning about others needs apart from your own, at least in Camille's case right now. The barrage of outsider influence on your own precious family in unstoppable. The need to protect is already a task that sometimes seems unattainable.
And, nursing in itself is beyond demanding. I won't give up, but I remember how easy it was to pop a bottle in Camille's mouth if she started to fuss from hunger while we were away from the house. Now, most citizens of Tulsa and Jenks for that matter aren't comfortable with me popping a boob in Isaac's mouth when he is desperately famished as it comes across nowadays. And, when I say desperately famished, I mean it. I know I'll appreciate it later, but the child won't take a binky. There is no pacifying his hunger or his need to eat right then.
Well, I'll quickly end as the eater has stirred from his slumber looking for his boobs.
I am thankful...
1. I am normal as a mom. There is nothing wrong or even unusual with everything that I am feeling.
2. I can write this down, if only to look back on and say, "Whew, that was a doozy to go through."
3. It's picture day with Ace and Hether! We'll see if I need to inform the world about how dinner goes afterwards with them.
4. Two fantastic kiddos.
5. One amazing husband.
6. Jason telling me to make sure I put in my blog in my thankful list that he won his soccer game.
7-10. Another day...
Okay, gotta go, the boob needer is really needy!
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