February 20, 2014

arc out of the flood

I wish I could take credit for this greeting card.  I've been feeling inspired by Emily McDowell lately.  Not only does she do what I went into design to do, but she's on point.  I  need to get in the game. 

Besides that, what a week.  This greeting card applies.  "I am not not afraid.  I was born to do this." -Joan of Arc. 

As most of you know, we decided last minute to opt out of the house we were supposed to close on the next day.  Reiteration- we found out on our anniversary that the house would require astronomical flood insurance annually with no guarantee that the price wouldn't go up.  So, on the next day, when we were supposed to close and start moving, I was catatonic with disappointment wandering aimlessly down the aisles of TJ Maxx looking at housewares that are beautifully unnecessary to me.  Why buy more pretty things when all of the pretty home decor items I have are ALREADY PACKED AND READY TO MOVE??? 

A day later, when I was exactly 24 weeks pregnant, i.e. 6 months, I came down with a severe stomach bug that put me into the hospital for dehydration and early contractions.  Three IV bags and two days of utter misery later, I'm back to the land of the living.  Baby is fine, the contractions were only a result of the dehydration and we're moving on from the house nightmare.

Nico and I are fine.  We have our eyes on the prize, we are past the fact that we are living in a bare apartment, decided to stay half packed and will keep looking for the right house.  Whenever it comes on the market. 

When it rains, it pours hammers and nails.  But we ain't scared.  We were born for this.  We have each other and we'll make it work.  We got this.  The outpouring of support from our friends and family this past week has been frigging amazing.  Every day I was checked on by my girls, and my mom came over when I was sick to clean and freshen up the house and bring us food. 

A big fat Thank You to everybody who was there to help us keep our heads above water (no flood pun intended) and remind us that all is not lost.  You know who you are.

February 11, 2014

thirty going on about three

A word to the wise.

Just because your child may be verbal beyond their developmental age doesn't mean that they are mature beyond their developmental age.  Vienna blows us away everyday with the things that come out of her mouth.  She picks up everything she hears and then spits it out in a contextually correct manner days later seemingly out of the blue. 

She knows which words are bad (no thanks to me) and she reminds me of such every time I let one rip.  Accidentally, of course.  She understands how to use 'why' (like most toddlers) but can also subsequently use 'because' with an appropriate explanation after.  ("V, can I kiss your toes?" I asked, to which she replies, "No."  "Why?" "Because I'm standing on them."  Seems logical to me.)  She picks up sequences, lists of things to do, how to do them.  She'll hear a funny line on a commercial ("Nap time is calling my NAME!") and then apply it on another day in another location when she's feeling tired.  She turned 3 two weeks ago.

I may just be her mother, but I think that's impressive stuff.  We're not even discussing how my father taught her which president is depicted on each dollar and the value of that dollar.  "Washington is on the one... Franklin is on the hundred."  She's a bright kid.

So when she "uncharacteristically" acts like an a-hole by throwing a temper tantrum in a grocery store or at dinner at someones home, I am totally and utterly beyond frustrated with her lack of control.  What is wrong with you, dude?  Get in the game.

I was scrolling one day on my newsfeed on Facebook and saw something to the effect of "just because your kid is smart beyond their age doesn't mean they are mature beyond their age."  I scrolled down to see if there was an added clause for husbands.

I keed.

I don't know- it was a giant pearl of wisdom for me.  I hold her to such a high standard due to her typically very decent, well mannered behavior.  And I can get so pissed off when she acts, well... three.

She's a baby.  My baby.  And in my house will always be required to act like a decent human being.  But I have to remember that she can only be that which she is equipped to be- and right now that is three years old.  I need to be what I am equipped to be, which is a thirty year old parent with a solid understanding of the developmental stages of our species, and give my daughter the space to be just that.

Happy Third Birthday, V! xoxo

February 9, 2014

tricky treat.

In trying to make up for my loose caloric parameters during pregnancy in general- ie. allowing the stock french fries side instead of requesting the salad substitute with my meals- I've been making a valiant effort to make healthy choices.  I've been using the Bar Method Pregnancy DVD along with my Fluidity (ballet) Bar.  I've been doing my best to manage portion sizes.

Thankfully, this pregnancy allows me to actually eat healthy foods.  When I was pregnant with Vienna, all I could eat were tater tots, subs and chicken fingers.  It was fun but riddled with miserable consequences.  My ass was huge, my arms were bulky.  I looked like a linebacker.  In her broken English, Nico's grandmother told me at my baby shower, "From the front, it looks like [you're having a] girl.  From the back?  Boy."  Which was awesome.  

I vowed when I got pregnant second time around that I'd carry like Kourtney Kardashian- little body and baby belly.  Not so much- I still look like a line backer, but I'm hoping with my exercise habits and relatively healthy food choices that when it comes to drop the baby weight it'll be a bit easier this time.  I am 30.  Everyone says it'll be harder now, so every bit of effort I make has got to help.  For the love.

Or so I tell myself now.  I'll keep you posted.

Anything pumpkin and chai to me is a treat.  So I made myself a little pumpkin chai smoothie tonight.  A healthy one.  I'm tricking myself.

1/2 cup    Pumkin Puree
1/4 tsp     Vanilla Extract
1/2 tsp     Chai Spice
1 TBSP   Agave
1 1/2 cup Almont Milk

Yum.  Happy 23 weeks to me!