Sunday, September 8, 2013

Love

I'm no poet.
I'm not a romance novelist.
I'm neither particularly adept nor particularly horrible at wooing.

But I believe in real and simple love...
like this,




Thursday, August 8, 2013

Mothering a Three and Ten-month Old

My sister-in-law just sent me a link to a blogger favorite of mine JoyfullyBecca.  In her most recent post she very honestly reveals what, I think, so many parents feel from time to time.  Her post comes at a particularly apt time for me.  I spent most of yesterday genuinely feeling like I was a colossal looming black cloud who is a blight on humanity.  Extreme?  Perhaps.  But I've had a couple rough weeks. 

Becca writes:

Oh man. I saw this book at the library, read the title and added it to the stack. I couldn't agree with the title more. I grew up babysitting. I used to call mom's and ask if I could come over and play with their kids. Ha! I worked as a nanny, babysat every day of the summer for families with working mom's. I took kids on bike rides, plane rides and entertained two sweet boys on a tour bus. I babysat all through college, seminary and even while married and living in Montana, I babysat.

So when we first got pregnant I didn't feel a bit apprehensive. I knew babies. I knew toddlers. I knew tantrums and bedtime routines and how to get herds out the door and into the car. I was ready.

But yesterday I called my mom bawling. I told her I just wasn't cut out for this. I have a cold, Elsie is so fussy lately and isn't sleeping. She was up all night the night before and I was running on no sleep. Ivar is testing, always testing. Trying to find every boundary. And yesterday I just couldn't see any relief. This is my every day. My weekends look no different than my weekdays. And it feels like I am on some perpetual crazy cycle of wiping noses and then wiping bottoms and then noses again and bottoms too.

Sigh*  I hear ya sister! Although I was not an avid babysitter or even "baby-lover" I was hyper critical of parenting styles.  I was, after all,  a camp counselor forever so of course having had a bunch of kids in a cabin for one week at a time meant I was an expert.  Yeah...

The part you don't understand about parenting until you do it is the mind-numbing monotony of it.  Yes, it's wonderful, magical, life-changing, and miraculous (ly exhausting). But when the bulk of your day is spent changing diapers, cleaning up yogurt, tripping on legos, stepping on cheerios, rocking back and forth mumbling to yourself with poop on your face, trying to keep on top of dishes  and laundry, and getting dressed by 3PM every bloody day,  the best description is...




It's also why I bought this book.  

Only I don't know hardly any other stay-at-home moms and the ones I have met so far look at me like I'm a she-devil when I merely mention that play dates would be so much more fun without kids...judgers. 

All of this is to say "Bravo" Becca for having the guts to talk about how hard it is to be a mom some days.  The truth is I wouldn't make a different decision.  I've considered it frequently but given everything pertinent to our little bubble, this is what my husband and I have decided for our family.  The luxury of having the choice is not lost on me either. 

So to all of you parents out there who have done and do this hard work you are marvelous...insane, but marvelous ;)

Maybe I should write a parenting book.  I think the title would be something like Why having kids was a terrible idea that I'll never regret.  Anyone know a desperate publisher? 





Thursday, July 18, 2013

Affogato?!!

Who knew?
I didn't.
Introducing my long lost love...Affogato.
How, you may ask, did I live so long without my love?  Pure unadulterated ignorance people.

This is one is made with vanilla gelato.  I also tried salted caramel and to chose one over the other would be like picking one child over the other...it depends on the day. 

Bottoms up!

If you are wondering where to get this tasty treat?  I drank this one at Wild Roast Cafe

Essentially it's gelato and espresso, aka "choose joy"-in-a-cup. Savory Sweet Life has a nice recipe.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Stand Up Paddle Boarding

I have wanted to try stand up paddle boarding for a couple years and finally had the opportunity to test my sea legs thanks to Rob at Silver Creek Paddle and Company !  I'm officially addicted.  While my father-in-law was in town we decided to rent a couple boards and explore Long Lake.  
We started out on our knees then eventually moved to standing.  This is after about two hours on the water.  My feet were getting a little sore so I took off my Chacos which was a vast improvement.

Here's pops!  Looking like a pro.

oops

Back on land and giddy after three plus hours on the water.
What I loved about paddle boarding
1: A fantastic way to spend the day on the water
2: Great work out
3: You can break a sweat or just take a nap
4: Great way to spend time with people you love to hang out with.
5: Awesome family activity


Conclusion:  Give it a try.  If you want to try it and are in the Twin Cities area let me know.  







Sunday, June 9, 2013

Oops I did it again...

...I said I would do something then didn't. *sigh*

I actually laughed out loud just now when I read my last blog post.  Take that new years resolutions! It's why I usually don't make them.  "Oops" could actually be the theme of my past week.  In the seven days I have done the following 1) forgotten to meet a friend for lunch, 2) forgotten to take a friend to the airport 3) missed two very important birthdays 4) left my keys in the car all night 5) forgotten a wedding gift for a wedding I attended 6) forgotten the diaper bag twice.  On a plus note, however, I made cookies for the friend I neglected to take to the airport and forgot them in the oven and burned them to smithereens!

All in a weeks work.

A couple things I did remember this week.  I remembered to: brush my teeth at least once each day,  throw my extra deodorant in my purse which came in handy the three times I left the house without putting any on, change the laundry whereby I didn't leave any loads of laundry in the wash for over 12 hours (this is almost earth-shatteringly impressive mind you), drink an entire cup of coffee before 10am every morning except Tuesday, and take off my make up after a night out...the next morning;)

So if anyone out there feels scatter brained or just a little off kilter you are in good company.  I look at this two ways.  Firstly, I have a nine month old and although some people are adept at navigating infancy and life, I am not and I can live with that.  I'll get my brain back when the kids go to school...maybe. Secondly, I'm inherently designed to make other people feel good about themselves.  For a time in my life this meant that I had some very useful things to say to people, for this time in my life it means that I have a soap-opera-like effect on people around me providing an opportunity to reflect and say, "well, at least I'm not that lady."

Peace out!

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Happy New Year


Happy New Year everyone. It has been too long since last I checked in on this blog.  I apologize for the silence.  One of my New Year's Miraculous Maybe's is to return to blogging again.  Part of the reason for my absence was a very uncomfortable pregnancy.  Thankfully that is over and now we have
our wonderful and amazing Sigg.  Here he is...


Here he is again...in a pumpkin *grin*

All of this is really just to say hello and that I'll be back soon.
To a new year filled with possibility!!!!

Love to you all,

Sara

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Phases

There are a lot of different phases in life.  I don't think I could name all of mine but some major ones would include: Jr. High, High School, College, Indecisive/Intense/Nomadic i.e., my early 20's, Early marriage, etc. Each phase presents a different set of challenges, joys, decisions, wonderings.

Recently I feel like I'm navigating about ten different phases at once.  There's the Recognizing-I'm-Not-Getting-Any-Younger-Phase, New Mom Phase, Modified Work Phase, Renegotiating Marriage With a Child Phase, Sick Parent Phase, Family Dynamic Phase, Wish I Had More Adult Conversations Phase, Go to Bed at Eight Phase, I think you see what I'm saying.

I keep thinking eventually the volume phases will diminish and I will be able to enjoy, what I would like to have be, the I'm Pretty Stinking Content to Be Here Phase.  But then I have to chuckle because I'm not really wired that way.  I always think about what's next.  What new adventure is coming.  What shift in my life is around the corner.

And I look forward to these future things with often unrealistic hopefulness.  Not because the new phases of life aren't great but because once they arrive I tend to be pondering the possibilities of the next one.  I'm pretty sure this cycle is the key to my perpetual restlessness.

So I'm wondering how to be more comfortable where I'm standing.  I'm trying to figure out how to be at least partially content with not working as much as I think I should be while also not being the most rockin stay at home mom in the world. I'm trying to figure out how to not want to change everything that I can't manipulate while changing the things I want to but don't get around to because I fell asleep putting Aasta down for a nap.  I'm trying to embrace the shifting of my life's expectations while constantly breathing new life into what I expect out of life.

I'm trying to do all of this while remembering that perfection is kind of annoying and mediocrity has it's advantages.  Oh, and to have a sense of humor in the process.

Any suggestions?