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Jonathan and I are heading to Minneapolis this weekend. {Please excuse me if you’ve read about our trip a thousand times on here or Twitter – I’m just a tad bit excited.} We don’t know everything that we will be doing while in MPSL, so I thought instead I’d give you the top ten things I won’t be doing on vacation.
1. Cleaning – I don’t plan to so much as pick my clothe up off the hotel room floor. I spend too much of my time cleaning during the day/week that I don’t want to do anything this weekend.
2. Changing diapers – For the first time in over 2.5 years, I will not change a single diaper. Bask in the glory.
3. Looking at the kids menu – No chicken nuggets, no grilled cheese sandwiches, no milk in cardboard containers. Only adult food.
4. Waking up early – Maybe this should be number 1? But I can promise I have no plans of getting out of bed before 9am.
5. Going to bed early – I’m not sure my body actually knows how to sleep until 9am. But I figure if I stay up until 1am it might learn.
5. Checking the time – I don’t want to worry about what time we eat, what time we go to bed or being anywhere for anything. {Except for our couples massage on Saturday. Yes you did read that right. Couples. Massage. Awesomeness.}
6. Cooking – While I love cooking, it’s nice to have a break and enjoy being served. Especially when it’s at a yummy restaurant like 112 Eatery.
7. Facebooking/Twittering/Taking calls – While our phones are coming, along with our iPads, I have no plans to use them. Well, aside from watching instant Netflix.
9. Driving a mini van – We are leaving our Swagger wagon at home and renting a car. We found a great deal through Enterprise with a coupon off eBay and have our fingers crossed for something sporty and fast.
10. Forgetting my girls – I think it’s going to be absolutely wonderful to get away alone with Jon for an entire 48 hours, but I have a sneaking suspicion I’m going to be missing the Windhamettes something fierce by the end.
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Top Ten Anniversary gifts
Posted on: July 27, 2010
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This Friday is my five year anniversary {woot woot} and I thought as a very obvious subtle hint to my husband, I’d suggest what I think make great gifts:
1. A getaway weekend – Perhaps this is already a given since we are going away next weekend, but in my little crazy-busy-mom-of-two-toddlers-under-two world, planning a weekend alone with my husband has made me as excited as planning for my wedding.
2. Sunflowers – Thanks to Southern Living and Midwest Living, I have been day dreaming about big, beautiful sunflowers all month long. I’ve never gotten any and think they’d be the perfect rose substitute.
3. Pearl necklace – I really don’t have a reason for this other than, what girl does want a new necklace?
4. Ukulele – I’ve always had a hidden desire to be a musician and since Jonathan is a guitar playing guy, I thought it would be nice to have a ukulele along side.
5. Massage – Really, do I need a reason?
6. Pedicure – See above note.
7. Dinner at a French restaurant – I figure, if we can’t go to Paris, Paris can come to us. Or at least the food can.
8. Build me a mother’s room – I once read about having a mother’s corner. The thought of having my own personal area sounds wonderful. However, the only room in the house that is large enough for that is the laundry room {which I find rather ironic}.
9. Piano lessons – Because whether you want to admit it or not, Christmas is coming and I still need to learn 3 carols.
10. A leg lamp – This might be the hardest one to ever convince Jon of. But with living room windows overlooking the neighborhood – that just begs for a major award.
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Julia has hit an amazing point in life. She’s more out-going, more inquisitive, more talkative, more capable of engaging with me.
She’s also demanding {quite literally} her independence. She’s talking back, she’s telling me “no”, and becoming more possessive of her things. At times it’s overwhelming and more than I care to deal with.
But I caught myself this last week overlooking the not-crazy-2 times. In the middle of the living room, Julia was dancing and laughing. And I found myself not paying attention. I was in Sarahworld, not mamaworld. And it hit me: I need to focus on the amazing parts of Julia not just the parts that need “fixing”.
It seems easy enough, but it really does require that much more. When Julia isn’t acting out, I can get things done. When she’s behaving, I can clean, cook, run errands {and well, check Twitter}. Yet, this last weekend, while Jon was putting in overtime {which means I was putting in overtime} I tried focusing on the amazing parts of my children. And it was good.
I decided to make a goal for myself this week: Stop being just “mom” and focus on playing with my children. Get overly excited with them and for them. Enjoy the parts of being a mom that aren’t all work but are play.
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About a week after Hannah was born, I went on Weight Watchers. I loved the program because I found that it allowed me to eat whatever I wanted, just in smaller portions. Which means, I could eat cake and ice cream if I wanted {and any “diet” that lets me eat cake and ice cream is awesome}.
One of the biggest things I learned on WW was monitoring fat intake. Something might only have 200 calories, but be 12g of fat {like a Snickers bar}. If you happen to find a treat that is low cal and low fat, well, you are most likely eating a treat that is artificially flavored and chalked full of crazy craziness. That is, unless you happen upon this:
Breyer’s ice cream has an entire “All Natural” product line, that also is lower in fat and calories and is actually all natural. Score! Our local grocery store marked it down to $2.19 a carton {typically it’s $3.98} and Jonathan bought me 4 cartons! Which is further proof that he really is the most amazing man ever.
The thing is, I’m kinda a brat
Posted on: June 4, 2010
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I’ll be real honest, I can be a brat. I won’t sugar coat it for ya – some days I’m down right selfish and rude. I like my way on my time at my say. It ain’t pretty and it sure ain’t godly. Part of me wonders if I don’t look a little like this:
Jonathan is leaving Monday for a business trip to Chicago and won’t be back until Thursday night. Over lunch yesterday, I was giving him a hard time about being gone {especially since we’ll miss our normal date night}. Even though I could tell it was annoying him, I kept on going, kept on being bratty. Finally Jon just said “Aren’t you happy that I provide for you?” Say what? This business trip is for me? All your hard work and effort is so I can stay at home? Yes, yes it is.
The thing is, I’m kinda a brat. And while I was pouting about a business trip that my husband is taking, I failed to realize he is taking it for me. He is going to ensure that I can continuing staying at home with our daughters. He is going to ensure that we have a roof over our heads and live comfortable lives. He is going to ensure that he holds true to his words – that he will protect, provide and care for me and our family. He is going because, well, he’s just plain awesome at his job and his boss wants him to go. How can I pout about that? How can I be upset about having such a great man?
By the end of our conversation I was struck with this verse: “It’s better to live alone in the desert than with a quarrelsome, complaining wife. {Proverbs 21:19}”. I apologized to Jon and before lunch was finished the air was cleared. I walked away with this one thing in mind: “The man who finds a wife finds a treasure, and he receives favor from the Lord.” {Proverbs 18:22}.
I want to be the kind of wife that my husband treasures. One that lifts him up and allows him to do what God has called him to. One that is supportive and kind. One that speaks with love and humility. And I am grateful that I have a man like Jon, who is always understanding, continually pointing me towards truth. Thanks for all you hard work babe. I love you.
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Edith Piaf, a French singer from the 1940’s and 50’s, wrote the song La Vie en Rose. In it, she sings, I see life in rosy hues. It’s one of my favorite songs and sums up so much of how I see the world.
This morning, Jonathan told me “You really are a romantic” and I just had to laugh. You see, I am a romantic, just not in the way most people think. Most people think of romance as flowers, chocolate and candlelit dinners. But I see those things as overkill. {Not to say I don’t enjoy overkill sometimes.} Romance isn’t always butterflies in your stomach. It isn’t being swept off your feet. It isn’t even having your husband say the right thing at the right time. To me, romance is:
Eating ice cream at Dane’s Dairy
Taking a walk in the morning before anyone else is out
Having dinner on the back porch
The glow of Christmas lights at night
But mostly, romance is spending ordinary days with my extraordinary husband.
Dating is an adventure
Posted on: April 23, 2010
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Jonathan and I have a wonderful opportunity to have regular date nights. Typically we go out to eat, maybe grab a fancy dessert, have a few beers or the like. This week we decided to “spice” things up. No, not like that.
This week we went to play racquetball and go swimming. Let me tell you – I have never played racquetball and was a bit apprehensive. There is something about being stuck in a box with a ball flying at you that seems a little off. But once I learned the rules, it was actually a lot of fun. And, if you ever have some frustration to get out – then it is perfect! After racquetball, we headed over to the pool.
Call me crazy, but I have an irrational fear of large bodies of water. Perhaps I watched a little too much Shark Week and Jaws as a child. Whatever the case, I don’t really enjoy swimming. Unless it’s in a baby pool. So when we got to the pool and I saw it was twelve feet deep, I laughed and told Jonathan he was on his own. No way am I getting into a pool that size. After all, sharks only need like three feet of water to kill you. Shark attacks happen my friends. Even in chlorine filled pools. Of this I’m convinced.
After a little persuasion, Jonathan finally got me in the water. Then he wanted me to swim. I tell ya, this man is crazy. First he wants me to stand in a box while a ball comes flying toward me, then he wants me to get in a shark infested pool and then he wants me to swim? Crazy, I tell ya, just crazy. (But I love him all the same.) We swam half a lap before I noticed some boogie boards and thought that using one would be a much better idea than actually swimming. It didn’t make me go any faster or make me look any less goofy, but at least with a boogie board I can fight off those pool sharks.
Despite my hesitations, when it was all said and done I had a really fabulous time. It was something completely out of the ordinary and provided Jonathan us with a lot to laugh about. Here’s to keeping dating an adventure!
My birthday rocked
Posted on: March 26, 2010
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In my recollection, I’ve had about 3 or 4 amazing birthdays.
Yesterday was one of them.
In the morning I went running then to the salon to have my hair done. Later, Jonathan took the girls and me to lunch at Red’s Alehouse, where I partook in an amazing basil chicken sandwich. Pesto? On my birthday? Yes please!
We had a lazy afternoon while the girls slept, then went on a date to Motley Cow. The best part was riding on Jonathan motorcycle. In my new birthday dress. While it was a little chilly, it was awesome. I told Jonathan I felt strangely chic but tough.
I felt so loved by all my family and friends. Sweet messages and thoughtful gifts abounded. I am truly blessed.
And for all you who have patiently awaited – here’s the dress (and new haircut):
I’ll find a picture that shows the whole dress, so count this as your sneak preview. 😉
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