Me, Myself And I

Today, like most Saturday’s, Adam took Nate to soccer as I put Benny down for his nap.
I should realistically be napping and trying to catch up on all of the lost sleep through the week but I find myself restless.
Instead I make myself another cup of coffee and enjoy it in the company of me, myself and I.
After being married for almost four years and having two young children I find that catching up on sleep is not necessarily what I need.
What I need is a pause in my week.
A time where I can reflect upon what has happened and not to think of what is to come.
I take the time to remind myself to be thankful for all of the blessings in my life and to remind myself not to take these blessings for granted.
I think about a little girl named Clover that lives far away, that I have never met in person yet I feel connected to in spirit.
She is a baby warrior who is fighting the battle of a lifetime.
I take a moment to pray for her and her family.
For her mother Keeley who is going through something that nobody can possibly understand unless they have experienced it for themselves.
I remind myself that broken glasses, stained shirts and tantrums are all things that should be taken lightly as there are so many bigger things happening in this world.
I allow myself a moment to feel deep sadness and pain at the idea that there are things in this world that are completely out of our control.
Then I remember that there are things that we can control.
We can control our temper when our kids act up.
We can allow ourselves to lose control and be supremely affactionate and loving.
We can control the amount of time that we spend worrying about trivial things and apply that time to the important people in our lives.
Once that is all done I get back to the groove of things until the week comes full circle and I am back in my comfy bed with my cup of joe.

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Home

My favorite song for awhile now has been “Home” by the Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros.
It is a true representation of how I feel about my boys.
Although we have a physical home that we share, I feel that as long as I am with them and wherever that may be, it always feels like home to me.
Here is the video which isn’t really a video but you get to hear this magnificently quirky song.

A Mother’s Journey

When a baby is born we all focus on this beautiful miracle.
First we make sure that all of the vital signs are there and then we move on to all of the tests that help us understand whether or not everything else is okay.
We revel in the beauty of this little human and are now curious as to how this little person will develop.
In the hustle and bustle of it all we forget to look at the person who gave birth to this child.
This person was once on her own, just like the rest of us.
Worrying about trivial things.
Trying to figure out which outfit goes with which occasion.
Then the big bang happens; literally and figurativily.
This is followed by the “plus” sign on the little plastic stick and BOOM!
The feeling that a woman gets when she finds out that she is carrying another human being in her body is unbelievable.
Surreal.
Now comes a forty week journey.
This takes a lone soul on a journey with a new soul that is literally connected to her.
Within these forty weeks this woman grows and develops immensley; physically, emotionally and mentally.
She becomes a protector.
She becomes a nurturer.
She becomes a mother.
She goes through an immeasurable amount of emotion.
Then one day that baby comes a knocking; more like a PUNCHING or if you were more like me, a KICKING!
PUUUUSHHHHHH!!!!
The moment that child comes out she is officially a mother.
A creator of life!
She is so overwhelmed with joy and love that the world around her feels like a soft cloud.
Any pain she recently felt is now non existant. Take a moment to remember to love her and her journey.
To know that there is a real person behind the little person that was just born.
We need to love her.
Cherish her.
Celebrate her for all that she is.
She is a mother and that is truly a beautiful thing.

Friyay or Frinay

Friyay 

 1. I get to have a lovely and well planned out dinner with the famjam.
Usually dinners are a Smörgåsbord of ingredients that I throw together on the fly. 

 2. I get to spend two glorious days with all of my boys. 

 3. It’s a great night to catch up on all of our PVR’d shows from the week. 

Frinay 

1. My planned out dinner is more work than I bargained for. It is late one hundred percent of the time and by the time it is served the kids are full on bread. 

 2. I LOVE my boys but they can be a handful when put together. They rile each other up and the house becomes a war zone of toys and food splattered all over the place.
What does this mean you ask?
It means that I get to clean and cook MORE. YAY!

3. Love me some PVR’d programs until I realize that it’s three in the morning.
By default the kids will be up by five thirty in the morning.
This is what I like to call a huge FML! 

 So I guess my Friday is a mix of YAY and NAY.

Balloooooon!

Nothing makes my problems seem more trivial than Nates positive reaction to the smallest things.
I brought home a balloon yesterday and he lit right up!
Me: Nati, I brought you something!
Nati: What?!?
Me: A balloon!
Nate: BALLOOOOOON! Look aba, a balloooon!
We were all in the family room just tossing that balloon around and laughing our butts off.
Even Benny got in on the action.
Nates excitement was so palpable that I could taste it.
I hope that he holds on to that pure optimism for the rest of his life, mostly for him but a little bit for me.
It truly melts away all of my stress to watch him experience such pure joy and positivity.

My Favorite Day

Saturday is my favorite day of the week.
Not because I get to sleep in; Nate has a fever and it was a pretty hectic night topped off with an early morning.
Although Ben was up at 7:45 am which is a gift!
Not because I get to take my time getting ready for the hottest brunch spot in the city; I’m the chef at Brunch a la Rev.
It’s the day that we all get up and head downstairs to have breakfast together.
I look forward to the challah French toast that I make for the boys; I’m currently on a Paleo diet so I can’t even have any.
As soon as I sit down at the table all of my exhaustion dissipates because I feel so blessed to be a part of such a sweet little family.
My craving for that delicious French toast on the other hand is still raging on!

V for V-day

I’m a hopeless romantic.
I love sad dramatic films, getting flowers, and sappy cards.
Even a sappy commercial jerks at my heart strings to tell you the truth.
With that said, I love Valentines Day! (Can you tell?)
I get that everyday should be the day to express your undying love to your loved ones and all that other crap but I really love that there a day dedicated to it.
Especially now that I have kids.
We don’t manage to go out out as much as we used to and our time alone together is very sparse.
Most times we are together we are unwinding from our busy day and don’t really do anything.
We actually got a sitter for tonight and have an evening of foodage and Fifty Shades of Grey lined up (yes I am actually in to that series and really liked the books)
Let’s not forget my favorite reason for this holiday.
(I consider this a national holiday FYI)
My two mini Valentines!
I get to do corny things for them like making heart shaped pancakes with Hershey’s kisses in the center.
My heart wrapped up with a kiss, that’s how I’m advertising it. (Insert embarrassed emoticon here)
I also get to keep repeating “Happy Valentines Day, I love you, do you love me?”, all day long.
At this rate Nate is gonna grow up to hate Valentines Day but for now he just surrenders to my insanity.
So with this all said, I’d like to wish everyone a Valentines Day that is full of love, chocolate, candy, hugs, kisses and anything that makes your heart happy for that matter.