He conquered it quickly (I'm sure our neighbors were thrilled) and as soon as I could get the girls down for naps and my mom could run over and stay with them for a little bit, I headed over to help.
I wasn't much help.
My hub, aka: "Superman" was almost done!
Detirmined to be of some help, I DID get to cutting down a huge and luscious crop of the invasive "American bamboo" that was taking over the side of our driveway...
...and it looks much better, don't you think? (well, I don't have a before pic, so you'll have to take my word for it. THIS is "better)
2. Unfortunately, while cutting the bamboo down, I must've come in contact with poison ivy because a couple of days later I had it all over my feet and lower legs.
and I don't look like this...
3. BUT it did make me think of this song:
4. Ok, off that subject. Our T.V. went totally caput somewhere around a month ago.
I thought we couldn't live without it.
Low and behold... I was wrong.
We lived happily!
I cancelled my cable and am even happier!
We watch videos, but are totally ok with the loss.
Funny how you can live without what you thought was "important", huh?
5. I came across this website/blog today for Stay at Home Moms and thought I'd pass on these good ideas for those of you with toddlers! We need all the activities we can get. BUT if your toddlers are anything like mine, they shun the toys to get into all that they're NOT supposed (while they think they're helping)
Case in point: Tonight while Ava was walking around the house shortly before bedtime, thanks to my Mom visiting today, everything was cleaned up for the night and the house actually looked semi "tidy" (a rarity). She (Ava) found ONE little wooden block under the ottoman...
...and independent as she is, did not ask for help, but immediately being the good little girl she is, set upon her mission. She knew just where the bucket of blocks was amidst all her other toys.
There was a large tub of plastic blocks on TOP of it and a few other toys nearby.
She quick as can be pulled ALL those down and they clattered to the floor in one loud clanging heap... thus waking the baby. I turned to look and see her undeterred, climbing up to gently place that ONE wooden block back into it's rightful container and happily scamper away with the remnants of her "successful mission" strewn about her.
I didn't want this to happen...
So, what could I say?
"Good job Ava for putting your block away!" Then I smiling, looked at my mom who stared at the scene and said, "Well... what can you do? You just gotta laugh, right?"
6. I also came across THIS little article yesterday called "When your mother says she's FAT".
It was so poignant for me right now as I honestly don't know who's body I'm living in, but I try not to let it keep me from still donning a bathing suit and playing with my girls and allowing for photographic proof of my happy time with them (before their permanent memory is actually established).
Honestly? I do struggle with the way I look right now. I don't like it at all. I'm not one of those women/moms who lose all their baby weight as soon as they deliver. I definitely don't do it after TWO babies close together. I bear the marks of birth and motherhood on my body (including the joy that shows on my face) and given the choice would simply not have chosen to have more time between them in order to get into shape first. Let me say that this does not mean that I'm unhappy with myself as a person as I'm very happy as a Mom and my beauty has gone into my girls who give me great joy. Still, I'm surrounded by reminders of how far I've fallen from where I was. AND I have so many friends who are great at working out and are totally dedicated to it and look fantastic (though it's truly like talking to a wall to try to tell them that sometimes. I know they also don't feel satisfied with themselves yet, even though I think they're beautiful) and although I'd like to say I try, I feel like from the moment I start the day, to the moment I stop... I don't stop... and by the time everyone's in bed and some of my household duties are completed while the house is quiet, the LAST thing I want to do is "work out" at close to midnight... or later. Aside from the fact that with this pregnancy and breastfeeding I've been suffering from terrible joint pain that makes it awful to even walk much of the day... let's add high impact aerobics to that shall we?
I know I need to lose weight before adding another baby to this body, though. And though I'm cautious about doing too much while breastfeeding (Clara's my 1st priority) I've been thinking, "Ok, I can just throw them in the stroller and take them rollerblading. I love rollerblading" and so one day while everyone was actually awake at the same time and I'd gotten them sun blocked (have you SEEN how white my kids are) and fed (you with toddlers know that this is not "quick" and you breastfeeding moms know this is not "quick") and in their car seats and to an area of the city where the sidewalks don't look like a meteor shower hit them, I struggled to get my rollerblades on that fit pre-pregnancy, but suddenly now seem to have shrunk about a size and a half. Ugh... feet. Even YOU don't fit anymore!
No matter though, I smooshed my feet in just like Cinderella's stepsisters and determined to "follow through" with my resolve, I did take the girls rollerblading the other day (it was like 95 degrees already by 10am), but poor Ava just wants to go to the beach as soon as she sees the beautiful water (can you blame her?) and after 45 minutes of rollerblading a temper tantrum ensues as I begin my REAL workout while I try to strap her back into her seat and get her home for a late nap and explain while doing so that "we were just out for a quick walk but will try to come to the beach later" all to screams and protests of "Mommy! WATER! Beach! Beach!!! BEACH!!! WATER! BEACH!" ...allll the way home.
Now, I don't know about YOU, but I SOooo want to make THAT a daily regimen, so I can burn 300 calories that I quickly want to add back on in "drink form" after that performance.
I DO walk with them to the library and playground regularly and I really really don't eat garbage, but still... I simply don't know how the rest of you fit it in. Someone's always napping or on the verge of napping, so doing a video in our small home, just seems unrealistic. Shaun's not home early enough to "take over" so I can go out and honestly, he gets home so late that I don't WANT to leave my little time with him. So my perfectly fit body suffers... and waits, because being his wife and their mom takes over and is simply more important to me right now.
I do think it's important that no matter how we feel we look, we watch how we talk about ourselves around our daughters. I cannot tell you how many times in the past year I've seen friends post about their very young daughters already having negative issues with their appearance. I am SO happy that my children hear Shaun genuinely tell me all the time that I'm beautiful and that he loves me. It's so important that they see that their father genuine loves their mother... and not only when she looks flawless, but when she's bearing the all too prevalent marks of a "body given for you" that has been scarred and stretched and nursed and worn for her children and her family. Let us all remember that we are not "loveable" only when we're easy on the eyes and that our worth lies in far more than just a perfect appearance.
7. Okay, on another note, I'm looking for ideas to celebrate Ava's quickly approaching 2nd birthday.
I didn't say "birthday PARTY" because I'm open to ideas that are "non party" type as well as "party ideas/themes/etc..." Let me have em!
I can't believe she's going to be 22mo on the 22nd!!! Yikes!