The little things.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

I am nursing a serious holiday hangover. The week leading up to Christmas was stuffed to the gills with stress, and while we had an awesome Christmas, all the travel and hosting has left me exhausted. In times like these, when I'm lacking energy, it's really the little things that get me through. A few lovely little things of late:

* Henry wildly flapping his arms with excitement while opening his Christmas gifts. I didn't get it on "film", but here's my very excited boy on Christmas morning:Photobucket

* All of the incredible sleep Ben and I were able to get last night, thanks to my awesome Mom and Dave who offered to keep Henry for the night. What an awesome gift!!

* Having my brother home for a little bit. I've gotten to see him twice already, and hopefully at least a few more times.
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* The beautiful colors of the season. I made sugared rosemary and cranberries to go with the Buche de Noel I made for Christmas dinner, and I was in awe of the gorgeous colors (pre-sugaring):
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* My new iPhone cover, whose impending arrival has me stalking UPS trucks everywhere:
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My "Stop Doing" List.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

I was inspired by this blog, where the author asked her readers what they intended to STOP DOING in 2010. We place so much importance and weight on our New Year's resolutions, what about the things we're resolving to NOT DO anymore? Here's my list:

The Stop Doing List

I will stop...
* ...Feeling guilty about a messy house. I don't need the guilt. I live with an almost two-year old who is full of life and energy. When he's not using that energy to inspect and explore every square inch of our home, he's using his energy to splash in the bathtub, throw a tantrum, make me laugh or RUN. More important than vacuum lines in the carpet is the amount of myself I'm able to give to him.

* ...Fighting to keep the laptop open. Henry sends me a loud and clear message when he yells "NO!" and runs full-charge to slam my laptop. He needs me then. I don't need Facebook as much as he needs my attention in that moment. Just surrender already.

* ...Letting my commitments interrupt what could be a more relaxed day. Yes, every day is chock full of things I've committed to. Be there at 9:30am, be somewhere else at 1pm. If following through with those commitments is making me unhappy, stressed-out and anxious, it's not worth it that day. There's always tomorrow.

* ...Believing that my weight says something about me as a person. It doesn't. It's me on the outside, it's not me on the inside. Enough all-freaking-ready.

* ...Waiting for people to offer to watch Henry so Ben and I can have a date. I have a phone, and it wouldn't kill me to actually ask every now and then. Dates are important, and it's just as important that Henry is around nice people often so he learns that the world is full of nice people who want to play with him.

* ...Trying to decide the future today. I'm tired of feeling that all major life decisions in my future must be decided and written down in permanent ink today. I don't want to keep up this pressure to figure it all out right away. I will learn to answer myself, "I don't know. I'll figure that out later."

* ...Being hard on myself for eating fast food once in a while. I'm a busy mom who tries her hardest to get healthy food on her family's table. If I decide to run to Dick's because I'm in the area for a shoot and can't resist, oh well. There are worse things I could be doing.

* ...Playing the compare game. We're all doing our best, right? Well, maybe not all of us. But what good does it do for me to compare where I am, and how I'm living with other people? If it's good enough for me and my family, that's all that really matters.

* ...Wearing so little pink. No color makes me happier or makes me feel more feminine. In high school I wore it every single day. (Seriously.) Maybe I'll trade some of my black clothes for a brilliant pop of bubblegum pink.

* ...Sacrificing a shower or washing my face so I can be places on time. I'm almost never late. I don't take long showers. Feeling clean and refreshed is important to my sense of self-worth and confidence. The answer here is simple.

* ...Texting while I drive. It can wait.

* ...Scheduling photo shoots on both weekend days. The weekend is the only opportunity we get to be together as a family for more than a few hours. Spending that time with Ben and Henry is as important as my job. There can be balance, and I intend to find it.
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Yo Gabba Gabba Makes Me Cry

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Henry is pretty particular about his TV viewing. Generally, if it's not Imagination Movers, it's not gonna fly. Lately however he's been getting into Yo Gabba Gabba, which I have to pay for through Amazon's digital downloads because we don't get that channel. I have found myself watching along with him and really enjoy the music and the little lessons.

This afternoon we were watching the "Differences" episode and on came this little story about Argyle the Octopus. Let me back up. If there's one animal that truly scares the crap out of me, it's the octopus. I think they are the creepiest animals out there, and have made a point to avoid watching anything that involves them. But this story was different. It was so poignant and sweet, I found myself with tears in my eyes!

After scouring the internet for the text of the story and coming up short, I sat on the couch, remote in hand and typed out the words line by line. The pause and rewind buttons were very handy, as the story is told by a little child who didn't speak the clearest.

Enjoy this touching story.

Argyle the Octopus

Argyle the octopus lived in the sea. His skin was different than you and me. He had a beautiful pattern of orange and brown. It was very unique, like no other fish around.

He loved to play and be a part of the team. The other sharks and fish were sometimes mean, so he covered himself with a spray of black ink and hid from other fish to be alone to think.

He was different than most everyone and fishes got scared and sometimes ran. The argyle wondered, what do they care about his bright colors, and patterns and squares? Some said his color, what a strange mistake! Others thought his skin looked really quite fake.

But Argyle thought that the truth was in fact, his skin was a present from his mom and his dad! Little Argyle smiled with a happy grin because he was proud to wear his family skin.

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