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Bloggy Catchup

5 Oct

Phew, I have not blogged in a looooong time.  Forgive me, my few hoardes of faithful readers.  As I mentioned in my last little blurb, life is crazy busy with an almost-one-year-old.  Speaking of an almost-one-year-old, does any care to tell me where the last year has gone so quickly?  I have no idea, and it boggles my mind.  Here is some of what’s been going on lately:

  • The Boy is on the brink of walking.  Thisclose.  I mean it.  He will do one or two steps on his own, but really only to me.  He will definitely be walking by his first birthday.  And then you may never hear from me again.
  • I hate viruses.  It’s obviously a no-brainer that you would hate something that renders your happy and energetic child totally and utterly motionless, crying, and moaning in your arms.  It was hard to see him like that, my own 20 pound (I hope!  God, this kid is a peanut) little radiator.  But at least you know there is an end in sight.  The havoc that it has wreaked on the sleep cycles of 2 of the 3 people in this house is truly mind boggling.  The Boy, clearly no Dummie, was much happier sleeping on me, with me, over me, under me and through me than he is sleeping alone.  The Dreaded Virus has left questionable nap lengths and every-two-hour- wakeups-at-night in its wake.  While someone who shall remain nameless sleeps soundly, I have been getting up more times than my friends with newborns.  It is brutal.  (Commence your whispering…YES, my 11 month old doesn’t sleep through the night…and YES I still nurse him at night…and YES I know I should “just let him cry”…and YES I never thought I would be the mom with the 11 month old that doesn’t sleep…and YES I am tired…and YES go ahead and be all judgy about me…).  Let me just say that when you are the ONLY one who does the nighttime parenting, trying to get your child to sleep through the night is a very lonely process.  You question your every decision.  When the other half throws up his hands because “he doesn’t want me”, you may think your very head is going to explode off of your shoulders.  It is hard, truly, truly hard.  But, on a bright note…last night I let The Boy cry (my little heart cannot bear more than about 10-15 minutes of it…), and twice he was back to sleep within 5 minutes!  YESSSSSSSSSSS!!  So, last night I only got up twice.  I will not tell you that the second time I brought him to bed with me at4:30 a.m., lest you get all judgy again.
  • This weeks weather is killing me…rain, rain, rain…and oh yeah, RAIN.  How’s a Mama to run in weather like this?  I MUST purchase The BOB weather shield.  Not sure how much The Boy is going enjoy it…but  I haven’t run since Sunday (it’s only Tuesday, I KNOW) and I am crawling out of my skin.  Also, is it bad that that the only thing I think I am going to put on my Christmas list is running gear?  I need winter stuff.  If anyone loves my blog so much, that you would like to buy me a gift to thank me for helping you waste your time/cope with the travails of motherhood/run, please send me a Dick’s gift card.  Or Road Runner Sports.  Or a Garmin Watch.  Yeah.  Any of those would be great.
  • So, we will be easily making it to the year mark with breastfeeding.  I am not sure when we will start working on the weaning process.  I know what The Boy would say if you asked him: “Ummm, like, NEVER?”  This kid LOVES the boob.  Loves, loves, LOVES.  I don’t know how much I can stress this in order for you to fully understand the magnitude of his adoration.  I will tell you this–the other night I fell asleep in the chair nursing him and woke up FORTY MINUTES LATER, when he finally unlatched.  Now, I am no expert but I am pretty sure Lefty doesn’t have forty minutes of milk in her…which means he was just sleeping on the boob because he loves it so much.  I know that I said he doesn’t need birthday presents, but if someone wants to make him a shirt that says “I heart boobs”, he will wear it with pride.  Seriously, I have no idea how I will ever get this child to break up with his first true love.

Well, that’s all I’ve got for now folks.  Like I said, there are big things coming up.  Also, I am still going to try to get an 11 month Smilebox together, so I will try to post that, just pretend it is 2 weeks ago when you watch it!


I Run, Therefore I Am….A Runner!

13 Sep

I finished my final long run of my training for the Half Marathon yesterday.  Somehow in the past few months of training, I have transitioned my thoughts.  I don’t think you can run 13 miles and not call yourself a runner.  I used to hem and haw when someone would ask me “Are you a runner?”.  I would say “Well, I run, but I am not really a runner…”  Well, folks…you heard it here first.  I AM A RUNNER.

I find myself dreading the long run the day before it.  I have this double-digit run hanging over me.  But then I am out there–and I am enjoying myself!  I can’t believe it either…but I enjoy running for 2 hours!  I never, EVER thought those words would come out of my mouth.  It is nice because it is the ONLY two hours in the week that are mine, all mine.   At least 2 of my other 3 weekly runs include The Boy, which I also really enjoy but I don’t get to just turn off and have MY time.  I find that I love to be out on the quiet roads first thing in the morning.  I like running down the middle of the road with no one else in sight. 

I am truly amazed at where my feet can take me, both physically and mentally.  My feet take me places.  My feet take me up and down hills, my feet take me to other towns (it is always exciting to cross town lines with your feet!!), my feet take me a higher stream of consciousness.  My feet allow me to turn my brain off to everything else that consumes it for every other minute of the day.  My feet allow me to think through my problems.  My feet have transformed me.

I never  ever thought I would run anything longer than a 5K.  Even when I first “officially” announced my half marathon goal, I didn’t really believe myself.  And now here I am thinking that I might not enjoy running 5K’s anymore  because they are too short.  For once in my life, running isn’t about keeping in shape or getting in shape.  Running IS about doing things I didn’t know I was capable of doing.  Running IS about being a role model.  Running IS about being the healthiest woman I can be.  Running IS about keeping me sane.  Running IS about being the best Mommy I can be.  If it were not for my Little Man, I never would have set this goal.  I still would have been struggling though 5K’s telling people “…I’m just someone who runs…”.  I knew the birth of my first child would change me, but I never would have predicted it would have made me a runner!

The next obstacle I face is getting through the winter.  I will be the first to admit I have always been a fair-weather runner–which is easy to do in the summer.  New England winters are not for the recreational runner.  Will I make it through the winter?  Will I tough it out outside?  Will I plod through the cold on the treadmill?  It remains to be seen.  But the little person inside of me still says “You are not a real until you keep running through the winter”.

How ’bout you?  Do you run through the winter?  Tell me about it…  Also, any playlist suggestions for the Half?  Yes, I love to run, but I am not that crazy that I can listen to my footfalls for two hours.  Some people would say that doesn’t make me a true runner, but those people can suck it–Eminem makes me FAST!  🙂

Random Bullets

29 Jun

Ok, my life is getting fuller and fuller, busier and busier.  Between Mama and Wife and Physical Therapist, sometimes there is just not enough of me to go around.  Blogger has certainly taken a hit, with no help from summer, which has thankfully taken me away from the computer and into the yard, blow-up pool, or lakeside.  So, here’s another cop-out blog with a bulleted list of some of the thoughts bouncing around in my much too busy brain.

  • I am over half-way to the half-marathon distance and starting to wonder why I want to do this?  I mean really–run for nearly 2 hours?  But then each week I complete a longer run and am sort of amazed by myself.  Dare I say I am become addicted to running?  And after a 7 mile run this past weekend, I think I am getting closer to actually calling myself a “runner” instead of “someone who runs”.
  • Carson woke up from his nap on Sunday and  has finally decided he would like to start babbling, and it cracks me up.  I only wish I knew what he was saying, because he has a lot to talk about!!
  • The Hubbs is home with The Boy this summer.  He has a hard time being a stay-at-home Dad.  And I am having a harder and harder time that it is not me.  I am not a jealous person…but boy, I am now!!  It’s especially hard knowing that it’s not his first choice and it is mine. 
  • Does anyone have any good blueberry recipes?  Our bushes are exploding over here and I would like to do something other than just eat them plain.  Thanks!
  • A long time ago, years even, I wrote a blog called “Chimp Attack”.  For some reason, every week this continues to be my most read blog.  Today alone it has had 12 hits.  I am not even going to link to this blog, because I don’t want you to read it!  Find it yourself if you want to!!  I don’t know who these people are that are reading it, but they are searching every variation of chimp: scream chimp, screaming animal, angry chimp, chimp attack, chimpanzee, blah, blah, blah…  I think I want to delete this blog because it is grossly skewing my numbers.  But in the same regard, if I delete this blog, I am afraid my number will plummet…what to do??
  • Yesterday was our 2 year anniversary.  So much has changed in such a little time.  I am finally at a point in my life where I am more or less content with all I have.  Would I like to be a SAHM?  You betcha.  Would I like a bigger house?  Yup.  Would I give up what I have for those things?  Absolutely not.  I am one lucky mama and wife.
  • Why is there such a stigma with a baby that doesn’t sleep through the night?  Why is that the first question people ask you?  Why do I feel like I am being judged because I still get up in the middle of the night?  Why do I feel like lying when people ask me that? 
  • Speaking of which…I need to get to bed!!  Here’s a new pic of The Boy for you…sporting his summer duds and looking super cute!!


Very Intellectual! Reading my favorite book with my cuz, Connor!

Thoughts While Running

2 Jun

My” friends”  (whom I have never even met) at RLAM tell me today in National Running Day.  I celebrated by running 3 miles with Little Man.  My fitness level is getting so that running is actually starting to become somewhat enjoyable again.  Given that, I do not have to focus so much on just getting through the torture and I can let my mind wander to whatever it would like.  Here is where it went today (yes, more bullets!!  What can I say–I like them!) 

  • Since I have been running with Little Man I have had two strangers actually cheer for me.  A few weeks ago it was a cyclist (a man!) who said “Great Job!!” or something along those lines.  Today it was a woman who said “WOW, Good for you!!”.  I just want to let you all know–if you see a mama pushing her kid you should cheer for her.  You may feel like a total goofball, but I can promise you–you will make her day!
  • Before I had my son, I probably had 3 times where I legitimately thought I might get hit by a car when running.  I haven’t had any since I have been running with Carson, but I think about it every time.  For every person who gives us a wide berth, slows down, or stops to wait for another car coming in the other direction there is someone who doesn’t.  I mean, it is one thing when I am by myself…but when I am pushing a stroller with a kid in it?  I cannnot believe how close, fast and/or clueless people can be!  I would actually feel more comfortable running on the “wrong” side of the road so that the traffic is behind me–at least that way they would hit me first!  So–I think this is a given if you are a runner–please give all runners room to run, but if it is a mama or daddy out there with their kid, give them a little extra space please!!
  • I have to thank someone or something that I can put one foot in front of the other and run.  And then I have to thank that same someone/thing that my son is a healthy, happy little boy.  I’m beyond blessed.

Carson also had some thoughts on running he would like to share.  

"Mom, I don't really think you need this string in your running shorts, so I'm just gonna pull it out, OK?"

"I don't know about running, but this is sure fun!"

"I like running because that is how I get all my favorite toys. Like the box my mom's shoes came in and this string. This is great!"

"My mom wanted me to tell everyone that she was watching me the whole time. So don't worry, I am not going to choke or strangle myself."

"Oh yeah, even without this string on her shorts my Mommy is the best runner I know. I love her so much!!"

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One Foot In Front Of The Other

21 Mar

I’ve started running again folks!!  1.7 miles closer to that half marathon!  I bought the book “Run Like A Mother” (RLAM), and it has helped motivate me to get out there and move!  Enough with making excuses: I don’t have new sneakers (bought them!); I don’t have a bra that reins in my giant funbags, feedbags, breasts (found one!!); I don’t have a jog stroller (well, still working on that one–but I went when Little Man was napping!!).  So, plum out of excuses, and all amped up to run like a mother, I did just that.

I have realized a few things about me starting to run again:  First, I am not going to be able to run far.  Second, I am not going to be able to run fast.  Third, if I am pushing a stroller, I will have to run even shorter and slower.  And guess what?  I am OK with it.  The important thing is I am running! 

In the few chapters I have read, the RLAM girls talk about how running lets them dissociate from “mom” and “wife” and any other hat they wear, and just be with their own thoughts.  Well, as I ran I still thought about Little Man.  With every footfall, I thought that this is one more step to make me better for him.  Even though I ran short, and even though I ran slow, I can honestly say I haven’t felt as motivated to get out there and do it as I did today.  I actually felt  like I could keep going, but thinking I would like to be able to walk tomorrow, I didn’t (wise decision, as my legs are already feeling a little jello-y).

In today’s society of gluttony and sloth, I think it is super important for a child have active role models.  I think it is important for Carson to see me out there.  When he can understand, he will know Mommy is active and hopefully he will want to be like me.  I do not need any more motivation than that. 

It is going to be hard to get into a regular schedule, at least until I get the jog stroller (and then people really will know I am running like a mother!!).  Until then, I will get out and do what I can, when I can.  All of a sudden, running isn’t as much of a chore as it used to be–it is a concrete way that I can be a better mom. 

How ’bout you?  What do you do for yourself that helps you be a better mom?

p.s. Hopefully I’ll give you a full review of RLAM once I finish!!

My Boobs Need Your Help

31 Jan

If nothing else, the title should get my readership up…

I want need to work out.  It has been three months.  (Hey, wait…it’s actually been a year since I have REALLY worked out to my true capabilities.  Crap.  This is gonna be WAY worse than I thought…)  The scale claims I am back to my pre-pregnancy weight.  Turns out that doesn’ t mean much because I am a much softer, jigglier version of my old self.  I NEED to get off my squishy ass and MOVE.  Problem is, while I want to move my body as a whole, I would prefer if my boobs stayed in one place.  I tried on two Under Armor sports bras at Dick’s yesterday (not at the same time!!  although…).  I almost injured myself running in place in the dressing room.  WTF?!?! 

For those of you who haven’t seen me, or don’t know about nursing…yeah.  My boobs are big.  And jiggly.  I sometimes have to hold them in place to go up and down the stairs.  Serious.  Then there is the part where I have NO idea what size I am.  And I guess that that depends on what time of the day you catch me.  Also, what if one is bigger than the other…then what?


(this is not a joke, I really need some recommendations…with links would be helpful!)

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