Mama of 2 P's in a Pod

I have been waiting patiently for this cough - turned upper respiratory infection to go away. But I'm over it. Done. Ready for it move on out. 5 days of the Zpac and prednisone seem to be helping. My cough is still on the smoker lady side, but I can feel it moving out. And about darn time. Its been over a month since I've been able to run, to Jazzercize for more than 30 minutes and that is cramping my style! I know there have been countless posts on my quest to get fit. But life has really hit me to the point that its not longer a quest it is a mission. And waiting for the ability to get going stinks. I have no more patience. I know I have to get healthy in order to get healthy, but seriously enough! I've contemplated starting a new blog, to focus on this love-hate relationship I have with my body. But I figured you guys have stuck with me this long so I guess I will just have to bore you with my thoughts on the subject on here. Because being Mama of two P's in a pod,...

Trust 1. A: to place confidence : depend b : to be confident : hope 2 : to sell or deliver on credit transitive verb 1 a : to commit or place in one's care or keeping : entrust b : to permit to stay or go or to do something without fear or misgiving 2 a : to rely on the truthfulness or accuracy of : believe b : to place confidence in : rely on c : to hope or expect confidently 3 : to extend credit to Something I'm having a real hard time with here lately.

You know which ones. The one where your 7-year-old looks you in the eye and touches your face in such a way you know that there is no greater love. The one where your 9-year-old begs to spend some time with just you. The one where your 85 lb lab comes over to sit by you just to keep your cold feet warm. The one where you are out and about with your husband and he takes your hand and gently squeezes so only you know what he's thinking. Seeing your mom with your two daughters and the pure joy felt between the three of them just for being around each other. These are the moments that keep me going. The other ones, the not so great ones are nothing compared to moments like these. I have spent too much time worrying about to fix the other ones that I have almost overlooked the important ones. The ones that make my very heart beat, my soul breathe. I will not spend another minute on the not so great ones.

It's that time of year when we are all pressured to set resolutions and big goals for the new year. But after some thinking, and then a little more thinking, (oh come on you know I like over think everything) I'd like to spend 2013 celebrating ordinary achievements. I do have some goals too, but I'd like to really enjoy the life that is going on around me, more. I was reminded by a good friend that I used to be the person who had small goals but went after them nontheless. Now, I put everyone else first. I'd like to find some balance in there. And that is one of my goals. But mostly, I want to enjoy the lives around me and enjoy my life. What are the ordinary moments? Saying yes to the gumball machine, or bouncy ball machine. Taking the time to listen to their stories, to really listen, even if its about the boy in class who can make fart noises with his armpit, its their story. I will celebrate the rare occasion when my 9-year-old grabs my hand when we are out shoppi...

Sometimes the holidays can bring the best out of people. And sadly, a lot of the time it can bring out the worst too. Usually I am into the season. Excited to spend Christmas with our family, as dysfunctional as it may be. But this year, I have had a hard time getting into the spirit. Christmas Eve I was pretty much over it. I am not usually so negative, but the recent events of two officers murdered and those children taken away in Connecticut, plus the every day negative news headlines and stress of the season was enough to get me in the Scrooge like mood. Thankfully, our little P and her sweet spirit reminded me that those things are all just things that are out of my control. When we got together for her nightly prayers, she wanted to add a prayer for the mommies and daddies in Connecticut who didn't have little ones to tuck in for Santa. Wow. That hit me. I am eternally grateful for her and her way of being my amazing Grace. There is nothing like the harsh slap of perspective ...

9 years ago Kris and I became parents for the first time. We were both terrified. Me more of the labor and delivery part at first, but both of us on "how in the world can we take care of someone so little and so vulnerable" part. I was in my last hour of back labor at this point 9 years ago. It was a long and painful 12 hours. No medicine offered could have taken the edge, but once it came time for me help Piper into this world, it became relatively easy. She decided when to make her appearance all on her own, very much like the person she is now. She's ready when SHE is ready. December 13th wasn't the day she wanted to arrive so she stayed put for five more days. I loved being pregnant, especially that second and third trimester when reality of carrying another life becomes pretty known. The kicking, the hiccups, the foot caught in my rib cage or the entire body flip that made my stomach have a corner for a brief time. I loved knowing that I was part of a miracle and...

So my last post pointed out that October went exceptionally fast....well November was pretty much the same. In fact, I blinked and it was gone. Life is busy and seems even busier when routine is out of whack, as was our November. The P's were involved in a fall soccer tourney in KC the first weekend in November. It was my first time taking on a full weekend of tournament action by myself, ok without Kris, because my mom, the trooper she is, was on hand to help me. Kris was here, working and then, playing in the annual Battle of the Badges tournament. He was able to see one game out of three so there is that to be thankful for at least. I do have to say it went pretty well. I managed to get us there safely and back and it was a great experience for all of us. Well mostly. The Sunday of the tourney was the football game. It was the first year the girls and I have missed watching Topeka Fire take on Topeka Police. I was a little bummed but sometimes we must divide and conquer and I...