Stupid is as Stupid Does

In my past life, I was a gymnast. I was also a diver all through high school and college. I reached All America status 4 years running... okay, enough justification. Just because you USED to do something, doesn't mean you can or SHOULD still do it. 

Occasionally, after a few beers in college, I would do the honorary back flip or handspring during sloshball on a grassy field. Sometimes, I would stick it, other times....hyper-extended elbows, pulled muscles, face plants.... you get the picture. I can still rock a few flips and maybe a twist on the trampoline, but, I haven't tried that since pre pregnancy...the first time. I am sure I would pee my pants. Saturday was no different- except for the fact that my degree of difficulty has decreased.

I had recently decided that I would knock an item off of my bucket list and run a marathon. After coming back from my inaugural run and very pleased that I finished my first one without stopping, I began to stretch. It all sounds right so far... Ryder was stretching with me and occasionally trying out a few rolls and handstands. I thought, "Well, a cartwheel should be easy enough for him to learn..." so I did one. Wow, still got it! Felt fine. Next step... walkover, right? Mommy needs to show off. I launched right into a simple front walkover, and as my back arched to the ground and my first foot hit the lawn, I knew I had made a HUGE mistake...YEOOOOW! Instant pain. STUPID! Then I prepared my Darwin Award Speech thought..."maybe I'm just not stretched enough".... like doing another one would cancel out the first. So I did it again a few minutes later. DOUBLE YEOOW!

Perfect 10...on the stupid meter.

There goes the onset of my marathon training....gigantic pulled muscle in my lower back. I think it's permanent.

I am awesome.

It's a Book.....Hoooowse

 

Owen, Ian aka Phineas (Ryder): Mommy! Check out my Book House!

Lea (aka Mommy...name changes are still in effect): That's Awesome! Where did you get that idea?

Owen (Ryder): From my brain. My brain gives me all of my ideas.

And let that be a reminder to all of you about where YOUR ideas should come from.

Ziploc, Please Say I Can Love You!

I have a tendency to surf the web until I find the answer that I want to hear, not the answer that may be the best suited for my question. This has been true for me historically since I became pregnant with my first child. When my medical group told me to visit all of the doctors in the practice - as one of seven could be delivering my baby - I decided I would ask the same questions to each one. "Can I eat deli meat, brie, sushi...." Please someone say yes! Many of them did...some didn't. But I went with the answers I liked. I chose wisely...

So here I am laboring over Ziploc Steamer Bags. I know my epicurean friends are cringing right now, but shamelessly, I LOVE LOVE LOVE THEM...but I HATE HATE HATE that they are plastic. I am freaked out about the idea of cooking in these, but apparently not freaked out enough to stop. When I get home from work and want to cook something that is not bright orange, in shapes like Sponge Bob, or not pizza, I resort to these steamer bags. I can cook chicken breasts, fish, veggies, in minutes...no splatter from my grill pan, no dishes, no mess! It's too easy. My kids get a healthy meal of protein and veggies served with a side of guilt over cooking them in plastic.

Today I found the answer I wanted.... thank you Good Housekeeping for this study. I will cook with guilt a bit longer until I find another vehicle to shove in the microwave that is just as easy.

Fit to be Tied

JACKPOT! I think I hit the motherlode for neck ties for Alex P. Keaton Ryder!  Now, the Children's Place (our pre-tied tie go-to) offers great ties for kids, but is lacking selection. Ryder has recently secured a new job as a Ring Bearer, and wants to make a lasting impression. He has been begging for a bow tie. Thank you Etsy, and thank you Me and Matilda for what I believe to be my solution to all of the cheesy satin internet wedding options! Now, to pick the perfect one!

Melting

*Warning* This is another mushy post. I have gone soft (or boneless like Trixie in Knuffle Bunny). Wow another Mo Willems reference...I should contact him about getting a kick-back!

This morning as I was getting myself off to work, I knelt down to give Ryder my daily "goodbye, this sucks, I am going to work" hug. We sat there embraced....

Me: Ryder, I love you so much, how will I ever let go and go to work today? What if we just stayed like this forever?

Ryder: Mommy, I just can't stop loving you.

*melt*

An Open Letter to My 1 Year Old

Dearest Hayden,

I have been lamenting for a while (note no post for weeks) over writing you the "right" birthday letter. I constantly read beautifully written blogs that embellish and over-emote their child's 1st year accolades. How could mine ever measure up? This is YOUR mother though, not always organized, many things unsaved, relatively last-minute, with an abundance of memories stuffed in her brain. What I also have come to realize already know, is that I am not great at tracking your achievements and for that, I am so sorry. I don't have a baby book for you and I don't have every moment of your life categorized in chapter after chapter of "firsts." BUT, I do however, have this blog. My sole reason for starting this was to find a place to put my memories in case I ever got hit over the head resulting in permanent amnesia (yes, I think about that happening...because I am a Mom...and sometimes crazy).

You have grown so quickly and have eclipsed your brother's first year in a blink of an eye. It's all a blur to me. Where did the time go? As I sit here choking back the tears and typing you this letter, I will do my best to account for what has been a most joyous and memorable year, with an unimaginably content, loving, pleasant and beautiful soul called Hayden Clay Freeman (or as Ryder has lately been referring to you... "Ruby"...nickname, "Ferb").

You were born on your Great Grandma Rena's 102nd birthday, April 1st. You started alerting me at about 5am and I wasn't sure you were serious, but called the doctor anyway. He said I'd better come in. Good thing, because my water broke in the wheelchair on the way into the hospital. Another interesting fact is that on that same morning, GG Rena was featured on Willard Scott's "Centurian" segment on the Today Show.  To add to the coincidence, you were born at 8:30am, the same time that segment aired. Strange? Yes. Only 5% of babies are born on their due date - I'd say from that moment on, we knew you were extremely special.

You have been very eager to get going and grow-up. You pretty much followed the "What to Expect the First Year" growth plan...although this second time around I was not with it. With the first baby you are always a chapter ahead. In your case, I would say I was two chapters behind. This resulted in common questions at different milestones like..."What should you be eating? Is it time for solids? When do we start rice cereal? What kind of train is a sleep train? Seriously, I want to thank you for making this easy for me. When you were tired, I put you to bed. When you grew out of your co-sleeper I just put you in your crib - no questions asked. The bigger issue was how we were going to transition you into sharing a room with Ryder. Thank you for making that work. Phew!

You were alert from the get-go and quite an observant little guy. You started crawling around Christmas, but that was only after you had been pulling up on all of the furniture and cruising around. Frankly, we never thought you would crawl. Thankfully, you did. A good friend of mine told me about a study that was done that said kids who didn't crawl first couldn't learn to read (actually, it said they read later, but my neurotic Mommy gene changed the study to "never"). You turned one April 1st and took your maiden journey of over 2 steps across your bedroom last Wednesday, April 7 (note the documentation..finally).


You are blabbering on-and-on and we LOVE it. Your favorite exclamation is "Doooohhh" with a gravelly inflection. "Doh" for short I am thinking is "dog" and you have mastered "Mama" "Dada." When you play, you say what I think is "Boo" a lot. I guess we are not very nice to you since we seem to always be scaring you. I know you are my son, because the only food word to date is CHEESE, although it comes out more like a sound effect..."chssssssss"...but worry not, I speak cheese in all languages. 


Speaking of food, I find we are less careful this time around. We have thrown you whole sized items that you happily whittle away at with beaver-like grace. You have 8 teeth now, 4 on top, 4 on the bottom, and are quite skilled at biting....hopefully, you will not adopt your brother's habit (we won't discuss that here).

We celebrated your first birthday a few days early at the cabin with Daddy, Ryder, Boppa, Grandmere, GG Ida, Bob and the dogs. I made you my first layer cake, EVER. Of course it was Funfetti, because I LOVE IT...you will too...and did. You mashed your slice with your hand until it was unrecognizable prior to your first taste. Once the first fleck of frosting hit your lips, that cake knew it had met it's match...and like that...it was gone. I proceeded to make another cake for our second family celebration on Easter. I hadn't realized your birthday would share another holiday so closely.  We had a nice second celebration and yet another Funfetti Cake, which your brother helped bake. Of course, it is now YOUR favorite *wink*.

You have been such a wonderful addition to our family and I have never felt more fortunate in my whole life than I do today with you and Ryder in my world. You have been such an easy going little guy. You are so full of happiness and cuddles that you bring a smile to every face that catches a glimpse of yours. I never knew that motherhood could bring so much joy and satisfaction to my life, and I thank you for going easy on me. I hope this is a glimpse of our future together, although I know we will have many moments where I will probably need to come back to this blog entry and read it to remind myself of how great you are. I promise to do my very best- and please understand that I already know that we may not share the same expectation level on this one.  

Right now, as I eat my lunch...away from home...away from you, all I can do is think about how much I want to hug you and smell you right now, how I want to hear you giggle and feel you put your head on my shoulder and say "hahh" which I have decided is "hug," and how I want to give you coffee a magic pill which keeps you this size for just a little bit longer. Every day that goes by brings so much joy, but a little bit if sadness shares a corner of my heart as I watch you grow from being an infant to a toddler, and so on. I know we will not be like this forever. I will savor every moment.


With all of the love in my heart.


Mommy (Daddy feels the same way)