Wednesday, January 30, 2013

My Perfect Exercise Routine

These days everyone is sharing all of their great tips for life on the web. (Thank Pinterest). I thought I'd share my recipe for a perfect workout.


Here's how it goes:
First, lay on your bedroom floor. Second, pull up an ab workout on your phone  that you found on pinterest because your chiropractor told you that you could use some muscles in your tummy. (Apparently they don't just show up on their own after two kids). Third, put Michael Jackson on Pandora. Fourth, try to make sense of the workout on your phone while having two small people in p.j.s run right through your train of thought. Fifth, keep persisting in your workout, trying to imagine what it'd be like to not have stomach muscles that cave inward. Sixth, have those same little people only exist and play in the small space of 12 inches that you've tried to claim for yourself. Seventh, try not to get irritated as they run over you, sit on you and do somersaults around you. Eighth, let go of the desire/will to try to do anything on your own and just start filming their antics; hope that magically by at least thinking about improving your abdominal tonage, it actually just comes about. 


Happy working out!!!!!



Sunday, January 27, 2013

Jeans

Look at this cute girl!





She never ever wants to wear jeans. She prefers "stretchy clothes" (as she put it). Even though she has at least 10 times more jeans than her mom (even a sparkly purple skinny jean), she won't go near them. So of course I flipped out today when I saw her in these. I love her cute little body that actually can fill pants out now :)


(Ben's trying to get her to say "there's too much booty in the pants." A phrase that's used often in this house. Especially lately :)





Mimi is wearing this shirt as she anxiously waits to go play with her "best bud" Mikaela today. :)

Thursday, January 24, 2013

New 'Do and The Doctor Too!

On Monday Mimi went to playing the part of "Rapunzel" with her friend Mikaela, to playing "Rapunzel after her hair got cut off by Flynn Rider" (true story).

Mimi got a haircut.

(wait, listen! Do you hear angels singing?!?!?! 'Cause I do!)

Everyone knows that Mimi and I battle over her hair. I want to brush it and do cute things to it (you know, craaaazy stuff, like a ponytail) and she'll have none of it. It's a day-to-day fight. I settle for not doing anything to it, but at least getting her long bangs out of her face with a rubberband. That's it. I think most little girls are like that, but some like "playing hair" more than others. Again, I think my standards for her hair are pretty low. We're just going for "not looking  like she lives in a tree."

But she loved her long hair, and I think I did too. It took awhile to grow and makes a girl feel pretty as it swishes around her face (and opens up more roles for Rapunzel when playing princesses with your pals.) But after a weekend where a rubberband didn't touch her hair, and my dad of all people saying she needed a ponytail, I planted the idea of a hair cut. And Mimi bit. 

I let her think about it over a couple of days just to make sure, but when the time came, she was on board and excited! I really do like her decisiveness. When she makes up her mind, it usually stays there.

Here's her long locks BEFORE


Getting into the chair...








AFTER!!!


She was all twirly and sashay-y after her haircut. You could tell she felt pretty! (and lighter :)

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Then the next morning (unrelated to the hair), she came to me with the most excited, proud voice and said, "look at ME mommy!"

And this is what I saw:

 She had smeared her melted chocolate chips from her pancakes all over her face. I wanted to be so mad. But she seemed so proud (so I was a little bit of both :)

I'm sure she got the idea from him:



 More hair pictures:



Here's her and Mikaela the other night:
(after they played the two versions of Rapunzel and had moved on to Fairies)

With sweet Mason, running along:


xoxoxoxoxox



And on another note, Bode had his EIGHTEEN MONTH check up!
With his crazy weight scare after his tummy bug episode, we were giving him as much food as he wanted, waiting to see if he managed to stay on the weight percentile chart. (Not trying to get big numbers here people. Just trying to STAY ON THE CHART!)


We found out that he weighs 21 lbs (4 oz?)...YAY! He's in the 3-5th percentile! YAY! And Daddy got to come to the appt too! It was a family affair :)

These days Bode is saying so much. He will say the first sound of most things, making it easier to decipher what he wants/needs. His bites have also turned to mostly kisses...he'll kiss me all the time and it melts my heart. He also has started to love "David" books (by David Shannon) and will "pretend" to read them by saying "no no no" (I think he can relate).

He's still our sports nut...he's moved on to loving soccer too (and can say "touchdown" and throw his hands up in the air).

There's the Turrill Update!

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Wednesday, January 23, 2013

The Kindness of Strangers

Friday I did something very brave.

I took a sleepy eighteen month old (and his well-behaved sister...no sarcasm. She really was!) to a restaurant for breakfast (and to the grocery store afterwards. Talk about pushing your luck) by myself.

It never occurs to me to not take our kids to restaurants. I have a primal urge to go out to eat sometimes, so if I'm going they obviously have to come with me. But when I'm in the middle of prying a glass out of Bode's hand that he is sloshing around like a drunk uncle at a party, and insists on using a knife to cut his pancake like his sister is doing, I start to question my thinking on the matter.

Friday went down much like that. We were seated in a quiet spot of our breakfast place right next to an older man and someone who looked like his son. I don't think they uttered a word to each other the whole breakfast. I noticed this because their deafening silence only made my kids seem louder. As Bode and I struggled over full glasses of water and sugar packets, I started to get panicky. Then I started to hate the men next to me, making up impressions of what I thought they were thinking. The older man is probably a grumpy curmudgeon  and the other man probably has no children. They hate that I ruined their early breakfast in silence. Crazy, yes.

But when you're in this situation as most parents know, you start to feel trapped and assume everybody is focusing on you, even if they're not, much like when you have a crying baby on a plane. What do I do to make everyone stop staring at me? Do we leave? Do I stop caring what people think? Do I whip out the sucker that we just got at the bank, even though it's only 8 am and I only have one?! Are people judging me!?!??!? Insanity sets in.

Thankfully, (as I unwrapped the said sucker) our glorious food came, and silence covered our table like a new fallen snow (or maybe it was the ungodly amounts of whipped cream on the kids' pancakes). Either way, I could catch my breath and eat. I apologized to Mimi for turning into "grumpy mom" in my stress. Peace was made and happiness restored. 

The men next to us, continuing not to talk, got their check and started standing up to leave. Then, I was taken completely by surprise when the older man (who I noticed was wearing a C.U. sweatshirt and suddenly seemed more like a friend than a foe) leaned over our table and said, "You sure have two very well-behaved children" in the sweetest way humanly possible. I'm literally tearing up a bit as I write this. 

It was the kindest, most others-centered thing anyone could've ever done for me in that moment. I've probably never felt more love from a stranger. I know that my kids weren't being extremely well-behaved, but his knowing how it felt to have small kids out and taking time to bolster a tired mom's morale was beyond sweet. 

I wanted to cry and hug him, but I just thanked him and saw a halo around his head as he walked out.

Even though I don't know who my little breakfast angel was, this is what I say to him:

Thank you for showing me exactly what to do for a mom who's struggling in public. I will carry this with me forever and will hopefully return the favor when I'm in your shoes someday.

And sorry for judging who I thought you were and exposing how wrong my impressions of people can be! You never know who's really sitting in the booth beside you. The quite possibly could have angel wings.

xoxoxo






And on the subject of parenthood, my dear friend Julie wrote this post today on her blog (she writes every Friday...you will need to check her out).

Here's her beautifully poignant post from Friday:

Monday, January 21, 2013

Thank You MLK Jr.

Ben has been reading Martin Luther King Jr.'s letter from the Birmingham jail this morning and read this part to me. 

I don't want to cheapen it with my words, but all I know is that reading this, on the tails of watching the previews in the movie theater for the new Jackie Robinson movie (and even then seeing the gut-wrenching Les Miserables), my heart has been heavy. 

All I can do is to teach our children (in age appropriate ways) about what this day is about, and to try (with Christ's help) to raise kids who will be the ones to stand up for injustice and to have courage to choose what's right and preserves human dignity.

He has shown you, O mortal, what is good.
    And what does the Lord require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy
    and to walk humbly with your God. Micah 6:8

Thank you Dr. King for your courage and sacrifice.





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We know through painful experience that freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed. Frankly, I have yet to engage in a direct action campaign that was “well timed” in the view of those who have not suffered unduly from the disease of segregation. For years now I have heard the word “Wait!” It rings in the ear of every Negro with piercing familiarity. This “Wait” has almost always meant “Never.” We must come to see, with one of our distinguished jurists, that “justice too long delayed is justice denied.”
We have waited for more than 340 years for our constitutional and God given rights. The nations of Asia and Africa are moving with jetlike speed toward gaining political independence, but we still creep at horse and buggy pace toward gaining a cup of coffee at a lunch counter. Perhaps it is easy for those who have never felt the stinging darts of segregation to say, “Wait.” But when you have seen vicious mobs lynch your mothers and fathers at will and drown your sisters and brothers at whim; when you have seen hate filled policemen curse, kick and even kill your black brothers and sisters; when you see the vast majority of your twenty million Negro brothers smothering in an airtight cage of poverty in the midst
of an affluent society; when you suddenly find your tongue twisted and your speech stammering as you seek to explain to your six year old daughter why she can’t go to the public amusement park that has just been advertised on television, and see tears welling up in her eyes when she is told that Funtown is
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closed to colored children, and see ominous clouds of inferiority beginning to form in her little mental sky, and see her beginning to distort her personality by developing an unconscious bitterness toward white people; when you have to concoct an answer for a five year old son who is asking: “Daddy, why do white people treat colored people so mean?”; when you take a cross county drive and find it necessary to sleep night after night in the uncomfortable corners of your automobile because no motel will accept you; when you are humiliated day in and day out by nagging signs reading “white” and “colored”; when your first name becomes “nigger,” your middle name becomes “boy” (however old you are) and your
last name becomes “John,” and your wife and mother are never given the respected title “Mrs.”; when you are harried by day and haunted by night by the fact that you are a Negro, living constantly at tiptoe stance, never quite knowing what to expect next, and are plagued with inner fears and outer resentments; when you are forever fighting a degenerating sense of “nobodiness”— then you will understand why we find it difficult to wait. There comes a time when the cup of endurance runs over, and men are no longer willing to be plunged into the abyss of despair. I hope, sirs, you can understand our legitimate and unavoidable impatience.
You express a great deal of anxiety over our willingness to break laws. This is certainly a legitimate concern. Since we so diligently urge people to obey the Supreme Court’s decision of 1954 outlawing segregation in the public schools, at first glance it may seem rather paradoxical for us consciously to break laws. One may well ask: “How can you advocate breaking some laws and obeying others?” The answer lies in the fact that there are two types of laws: just and unjust. I would be the first to advocate obeying just laws. One has not only a legal but a moral responsibility to obey just laws. Conversely, one has a moral responsibility to disobey unjust laws.
I would agree with St. Augustine that “an unjust law is no law at all.”
Now, what is the difference between the two? How does one determine whether a law is just or unjust? A just law is a man made code that squares with the moral law or the law of God. An unjust law is a code that is out of harmony with the moral law. To put it in the terms of St. Thomas Aquinas: An unjust law is a human law that is not rooted in eternal law and natural law. Any law that uplifts human personality is just. Any law that degrades human personality is unjust. All segregation statutes are unjust because segregation distorts the soul and damages the personality. It gives the segregator a false sense of superiority and the segregated a false sense of inferiority. Segregation, to use the terminology of the Jewish philosopher Martin Buber, substitutes an “I it” relationship for an “I thou” relationship and ends up relegating persons to the status of things. Hence segregation is not only politically, economically and sociologically unsound, it is morally wrong and sinful. Paul Tillich has said that sin is separation. Is
not segregation an existential expression of man’s tragic separation, his awful estrangement, his terrible sinfulness? Thus it is that I can urge men to obey the 1954 decision of the Supreme Court, for it is morally right; and I can urge them to disobey segregation ordinances, for they are morally wrong.

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Sunday, January 20, 2013

Hellloooo Sun!


Our future's so bright, we've got to wear shades :)


We know it's only mid-January, but with the recent warm weather in CO we've been pretending like it's Spring.

We've busted out the sunglasses, spent all day outside with coats off and doors and windows open, dreamed about planting flowers and putting in grass, and made lists of fun things to do this summer. Again, yes, we know it's only January.

Much like a spring bulb that is tricked by an abnormally warm day and pops out too early, that's how my body and mind are being tricked by these 50 degree days. Who thinks of summer in January?!?! But our winter blues were being melted away yesterday and replaced with hope for the future seasons. It's a good reminder that it won't always be 15 degrees and we won't always be trapped inside with each other, getting chippier and chippier as the weeks inside our house draw on.

That's how hope works. It melts our discouragement and gives us strength to press on. And I'm thankful for it :) 



Here's our late afternoon spent at the park yesterday:









 I also did something else this weekend, swept up by optimism. I signed up for a half marathon!!!!!! I literally went from dismissing the idea (because the only workout I've been doing is reaching in my purse for my Starbucks card), to jumping on board with a friend. It's in April. I'm putting it on the blog for more accountability so I can't back out. I think it was Eleanor Roosevelt that said we should do something every day that terrifies us. This would be it. But since we know that it really is January, and the cold will be back, this will carry me through till Spring. So here's to teaching my body what it feels like to run for more than a mile!

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(blog disclaimer: all of this sunshine and hope could quite possibly be fueled by the fact that when we went to Starbucks the other day they gave me a TRENTA iced coffee instead of the meager tall size I ordered. So this optimistic post may really just be because the coffee has yet to leave my body... just for full disclosure).


Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Saying Goodbye to Friends

Our dear friends the Swansons are embarking on an amazing adventure; they are moving to Costa Rica! So cool, right? Lots of people talk about doing great things like that, but they actually do it. Impressive :) they are now officially everyone's heroes.

The party was a good distraction for us...if I think about them leaving too much I'll get sad. It's not that we see each other as often as we once did, but they are just good friends; the kind that you don't always need to see to keep up a relationship. 

And Mimi loves Gentry. At different times over the last month she'll ask if Gentry's really moving, then get sincerely forlorn. :( Hopefully we can skype with them.

We decided to host a going away party for them at our house







(this is the extent of my adventurous spirit...this is the color I painted our mud room. Then made a curtain to cover it up a bit, so it's like my own privately bold room. So adventurous...living on the edge! ;)


We got to meet a lot of the Swansons' friends that we didn't know very well...
these Swansons have a lot of people who will miss them!





Bode found his twin...Levi Patton. Two blonde boys, just sittin' on the couch watching Elmo.

(Levi's parents)

Gentry's best friend





We feel EXTREMELY blessed by our house lately. It was so fun to have a space where we could even think of hosting a party. This is our basement/a.k.a. crazy fun room...

We had the trampoline set up in our last house in the unfinished basement. We brought it back to give the kids something to do when it's 10 degrees outside. 
But the teacher of me was worried about having lots of little kids and lots of Gent's elementary-age friends going crazy downstairs! Trampolines are scary sometimes. So I made a sign that said "one kid at a time" (channeling the tattle-tale, rule follower, former teacher). Imagine my surprise when I came downstairs and these sweet kids were waiting in line for their turn to be the "one kid! YAY! No broken bones at this party!




















When most of the people had left, and Bode went to bed, Mimi made a fort with Gent and the Stromquists. :) That's the beauty of having an older kid! I could be "off duty" and she could stay up late with her favorite pals, eating popcorn and watching a movie in a fort.







Then someone busted out the game Apples to Apples and I almost peed my pants from excitement. We ordered pizza and played a board game and I was in heaven.









At the end of the party I asked Ash if anyone cried that night (because when it came time to say goodbye, I thought that I may...) Saying goodbye to friends who are moving so far away can make your heart feel heavy. But we wish them well on their adventure and know they'll have a great chapter waiting for them in Costa Rica. Here's to keeping in touch through modern technology!!!

xoxoxoxooxox


The next morning, I caught these two watching golf...


(a dad's dream:)