Thursday, December 6, 2012
"The Bearer of Goodness"
Two days in a row. Can you believe it? Here is a little poem that I threw together.
"Reeve, the bearer of goodness"
he is every ounce of sunlight that sneaks in through the blinds of my dreary house on a rainy day in December.
he is the last burst of energy i get in the morning after a sleepless night.
he is the scent of new memories.
he is the sound of familiar laughter.
he is a little prince, noble and kind.
he is a piece of magic.
he is a Southern gentleman.
he is the fill of the void in my heart.
he is every mile between what was and what is.
he is the Bearer of Goodness.
he is the song that never seems old.
he is the summer that never ends.
he is the ocean waves in the middle of the desert.
he is a new chapter.
he is all my favorite movies in one.
he is all that matters.
he is my now.
he is my then.
he is my will be.
he is my forever.
he is what was missing.
he is the best of us.
he is us.
he is us.
he holds all i am in two tiny hands that he can't completely control yet,
and i know i am finally safe
and at home.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
too many of my blogs are about poop
What a crazy day, and it's only 3:00. There are so many things I need to do. I need to work out. I've done so well for the past two days. I've made it over to the community gym with Reeve, which is an accomplishment in itself. I've walked/ran for an average of about 15 minutes, which is really great for me, considering I HATE running and I have terrible form. I've lifted weights and done a few ab exercises, until Reeve exclaimed "I'M DONE WITH THIS GARBAGE," and we head home. I'm not fat, and I'm not dissatisfied with my body. I'd say I don't look half bad after giving birth to a nearly nine-pound boy and not being able to do much rigorous activity throughout the duration of my entire pregnancy. However, there are a couple of target areas that are, well, different than they were pre-pregnancy. I know I will never look quite the way I did before, and that's ok, but my health is important to me, thus I've been more adamant about going to the gym or doing some sort of activity during the day.
Speaking of health, I'm downing my third cup of coffee for the day. This one is decaf, but hopefully it's sending some sort of caffeinated messages to my body and brain, telling me to keep on trucking.
It's been a mell of a hess around here today, let me tell ya. First, though, Reeve and I went to story time at the library. Wednesdays have become my favorite days of the week because of these thirty minutes at the public library. Yes, it is wild and crazy to get Reeve up and ready and changed fifty times and fed and myself fed and clothed and teeth brushed and at least most of the snot and puke out of my hair and Paris appeased. Some days I just gawk at myself in amazement of the little things I can accomplish. But once we are at the library, all the craziness seems to drift off my shoulders. My little boy, the youngest one there, completely lights up when he hears the songs and sees all the kids interacting. He's so attentive. His smile melts my heart. Maybe these moments are near and dear to me because I remember some of the most fun days spent presenting storytime at the Craighead County Jonesboro Public Library. I loved hanging out with the storytime kids and reading books to them. So, when I see my own son loving storytime, I'm pretty overwhelmed with emotion and blessings. Very small tidbit, but so huge in my heart.
After storytime, I planned to hit up Michael's (which I did), and head to the MCX for a plunger (to plunge the currently backed-up sewer we have in our house), an extension cord, and some gift boxes. I also needed to go to the commissary so that Derick, Paris, I, and essentially, Reeve, don't starve. However, after Michael's, as I debated on whether or not to swing in to Chick-fil-A to treat myself, I heard a grunt from the backseat. You may know what came next. If not, the answer is poop. So, home again, home again we went to change the dipe and scarf down some very leftover Panda Express rice. I fed Reeve and -knock, knock, knock- here comes the maintenance man to fix my dishwasher. Nice guy, other than the fact that he told me to ONLY use 1/3 cup of detergent...(I use less than that anyway, but thanks). Paris was tee-totally against the maintenance man's presence and threw a fit the whole time. Disregard the fact that the man's unannounced visit interrupted Reeve's lunch. Oh well. I should've asked the guy to check out our sewer, but I was embarrassed of what he might find.
SO, the gym was a no-go, as was the comm, post office, and MCX. Our toilet in the back is still overtaken, and who knows if the dishwasher works. My reflux-inflicted son has puked on more clothes than I like to think about this week. But 'tis the season!
I'm blessed with a good life. I have a husband that loves me and helps me out when I need it and doesn't judge my usually-wild appearance. I have a dog that guards me from potentially threatening--and very non-threatening--situations. I have an adorable baby who smiles and laughs at me like I'm the funniest person on earth. Though I didn't make it to the commissary, we still have some food. Though I didn't make it to the gym, I can still fit in my clothes. Though I didn't get to the MCX for a plunger, we have another bathroom.
I feel very grateful and humble to live the life I live. I'm glad I was raised to not obsess over material things or money or possessions. This time of year is far too wonderful to waste it worrying about gifts and credit cards and worldly crap that will eventually wear out. It's pretty easy to get wrapped up in all that, and I am guilty of wanting this and that. My parents always reminded me the true reason for Christmas, not only at Christmastime, but throughout the year, throughout my life. I hope I can teach Reeve the significance of Christmas. My prayer is that he learns about that Sacrifice at a young age and he grasps onto that promise with all his might. I'm a failure at that. I easily and frequently lose sight of what's important, but I hope my boy isn't as wavering as his mama. I do hope he inherits my incredible good looks and charm, though;);)
Happy Wednesday!
Speaking of health, I'm downing my third cup of coffee for the day. This one is decaf, but hopefully it's sending some sort of caffeinated messages to my body and brain, telling me to keep on trucking.
It's been a mell of a hess around here today, let me tell ya. First, though, Reeve and I went to story time at the library. Wednesdays have become my favorite days of the week because of these thirty minutes at the public library. Yes, it is wild and crazy to get Reeve up and ready and changed fifty times and fed and myself fed and clothed and teeth brushed and at least most of the snot and puke out of my hair and Paris appeased. Some days I just gawk at myself in amazement of the little things I can accomplish. But once we are at the library, all the craziness seems to drift off my shoulders. My little boy, the youngest one there, completely lights up when he hears the songs and sees all the kids interacting. He's so attentive. His smile melts my heart. Maybe these moments are near and dear to me because I remember some of the most fun days spent presenting storytime at the Craighead County Jonesboro Public Library. I loved hanging out with the storytime kids and reading books to them. So, when I see my own son loving storytime, I'm pretty overwhelmed with emotion and blessings. Very small tidbit, but so huge in my heart.
After storytime, I planned to hit up Michael's (which I did), and head to the MCX for a plunger (to plunge the currently backed-up sewer we have in our house), an extension cord, and some gift boxes. I also needed to go to the commissary so that Derick, Paris, I, and essentially, Reeve, don't starve. However, after Michael's, as I debated on whether or not to swing in to Chick-fil-A to treat myself, I heard a grunt from the backseat. You may know what came next. If not, the answer is poop. So, home again, home again we went to change the dipe and scarf down some very leftover Panda Express rice. I fed Reeve and -knock, knock, knock- here comes the maintenance man to fix my dishwasher. Nice guy, other than the fact that he told me to ONLY use 1/3 cup of detergent...(I use less than that anyway, but thanks). Paris was tee-totally against the maintenance man's presence and threw a fit the whole time. Disregard the fact that the man's unannounced visit interrupted Reeve's lunch. Oh well. I should've asked the guy to check out our sewer, but I was embarrassed of what he might find.
SO, the gym was a no-go, as was the comm, post office, and MCX. Our toilet in the back is still overtaken, and who knows if the dishwasher works. My reflux-inflicted son has puked on more clothes than I like to think about this week. But 'tis the season!
I'm blessed with a good life. I have a husband that loves me and helps me out when I need it and doesn't judge my usually-wild appearance. I have a dog that guards me from potentially threatening--and very non-threatening--situations. I have an adorable baby who smiles and laughs at me like I'm the funniest person on earth. Though I didn't make it to the commissary, we still have some food. Though I didn't make it to the gym, I can still fit in my clothes. Though I didn't get to the MCX for a plunger, we have another bathroom.
I feel very grateful and humble to live the life I live. I'm glad I was raised to not obsess over material things or money or possessions. This time of year is far too wonderful to waste it worrying about gifts and credit cards and worldly crap that will eventually wear out. It's pretty easy to get wrapped up in all that, and I am guilty of wanting this and that. My parents always reminded me the true reason for Christmas, not only at Christmastime, but throughout the year, throughout my life. I hope I can teach Reeve the significance of Christmas. My prayer is that he learns about that Sacrifice at a young age and he grasps onto that promise with all his might. I'm a failure at that. I easily and frequently lose sight of what's important, but I hope my boy isn't as wavering as his mama. I do hope he inherits my incredible good looks and charm, though;);)
Happy Wednesday!
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