The boys and I are this sitting this morning having breakfast
Oatmeal with raisins
boiled eggs
After taking a few spoonsfuls at this oatmeal
roman takes a look a this boiled egg, then looks at Dominik's
Roman: "Dominik, do you want my egg and I have yours?"
Dominik: No!
I am looking at both eggs and they look exactly the same!
Roman tries again
Dominik: No! and he takes a bite out of it
Dominik: Mommy, this is gud!
Roman is still trying
Roman: Well, then you are not my friend!
Dominik continues eating his egg
Silence for a few minutes
Roman: Dominik, are you my friend?
Dominik: No! I am not
Roman: Dominik,,be my friend
Dominik: OK!
Dominik: Want a piece of my egg?as he broke off a piece
I loved to witness my boys's interactions!
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Thoughts of a 35 year old woman
I recently celebrated my 35th birthday by going to New York City, yes the big apple, over an extended weekend. It was delicious!
I laughed (had many laughing spells on the subway).
I grasped (I'm a grasper according to Nando).
I attended celebrities' parties.
I met wonderful individuals.
I felt revived, loved and valued. I was myself. I could be silly, awkward and be in awe of the powerful and confident women I met. Mr P. a friend of Nando's created an exquisite piece of art, a sculpture especially for me. WOW, I was honored.
When I returned to Iowa, honestly I struggled. I went through a fixed array of emotions. I was confused. I felt remorse, sadness, tiredness. I love my children, my husband, but it was back to the hectic- crazy- demanding schedule. Work, housework, homework.
In NYC, I felt happy. Back in Iowa, I was not me, I was someone’s employee: a number, someone’s wife, someone’s mom, someone’s student, someone’s neighbor, someone’s daughter, and in all that, sometimes I feel lost. Like I don’t have an identity. I'm sure every Mom goes through this phase and ask themselves “Who I am?”
How do you cope with all your roles, but still maintain a sense of individuality?
Jobs can be lost, children grow up and leave you, etc…but the journey of self-discovery never ends, I never want it to end for me. I have always said that on my last breath on Earth,
I don’t want to be full of regrets,
I don’t want to think…what if…
That would be terrible.
I was impressed by Frank, persuading his fashion destiny,
Tawny, starting her own cupcakes business,
Abiola, her endless enthusiasm and energy (I have a crush on her- is that possible to have a girl-crush?)
Shoshy an empowering, confidant diva,
Shannon, four children FOUR and a successful blogger,
Kim, started her own wonderful lip- gloss company,
Su, with WINK (she was so pleasant!)
I guess, meeting all these people forced me to ask myself “what are you doing to follow your passion?” and that made me very uncomfortable, uneasy.
I was and am still scared to answer that question......
I laughed (had many laughing spells on the subway).
I grasped (I'm a grasper according to Nando).
I attended celebrities' parties.
I met wonderful individuals.
I felt revived, loved and valued. I was myself. I could be silly, awkward and be in awe of the powerful and confident women I met. Mr P. a friend of Nando's created an exquisite piece of art, a sculpture especially for me. WOW, I was honored.
When I returned to Iowa, honestly I struggled. I went through a fixed array of emotions. I was confused. I felt remorse, sadness, tiredness. I love my children, my husband, but it was back to the hectic- crazy- demanding schedule. Work, housework, homework.
In NYC, I felt happy. Back in Iowa, I was not me, I was someone’s employee: a number, someone’s wife, someone’s mom, someone’s student, someone’s neighbor, someone’s daughter, and in all that, sometimes I feel lost. Like I don’t have an identity. I'm sure every Mom goes through this phase and ask themselves “Who I am?”
How do you cope with all your roles, but still maintain a sense of individuality?
Jobs can be lost, children grow up and leave you, etc…but the journey of self-discovery never ends, I never want it to end for me. I have always said that on my last breath on Earth,
I don’t want to be full of regrets,
I don’t want to think…what if…
That would be terrible.
I was impressed by Frank, persuading his fashion destiny,
Tawny, starting her own cupcakes business,
Abiola, her endless enthusiasm and energy (I have a crush on her- is that possible to have a girl-crush?)
Shoshy an empowering, confidant diva,
Shannon, four children FOUR and a successful blogger,
Kim, started her own wonderful lip- gloss company,
Su, with WINK (she was so pleasant!)
I guess, meeting all these people forced me to ask myself “what are you doing to follow your passion?” and that made me very uncomfortable, uneasy.
I was and am still scared to answer that question......
Monday, February 15, 2010
It is the grape juice!
One Saturday I was running around in my house. Since my husband and I work full time, there is not time really to do house-work in the weekdays. Weekends are typically allocated to doing dishes, ironing, cleaning, organizing.
That morning, I did not have breakfast, so I drank a glass of grape juice and continue working around the house.
Shorty after, as I was talking to Mr. S (my husband) was talking to me, I suddenly felt sick to my stomach.
No, it was not my husband’s conversation or morning sickness… nooooooo!!!
As I ran to the bathroom, I heard Mr. S, called out…”It was the grape juice!”
As I bent over the toilet, vomiting, I started thinking of a particular occasion when I had gotten sick and my dad, had made the same diagnosis: grape juice
What is it with men and grape juice?
Apparently there is something in the grapes!
A few weeks later, I sat down to have the dinner Mr. S has prepared. I took a sip of my drink. Ummm something citrusy…….
As I was trying to determined what it was,
Mr. S said
“It is lemon. I squeezed fresh lemon on the grape juice, so you won’t get sick”
I was so touched. I looked at him as he took a bite of his seasoned chicken drumstick.
He is NOT the “romantic type” He is a logical thinking kind of guy. But it is things like these that he does that I find so endearing.
I thank him and enjoyed my lemon-grape juice!
That morning, I did not have breakfast, so I drank a glass of grape juice and continue working around the house.
Shorty after, as I was talking to Mr. S (my husband) was talking to me, I suddenly felt sick to my stomach.
No, it was not my husband’s conversation or morning sickness… nooooooo!!!
As I ran to the bathroom, I heard Mr. S, called out…”It was the grape juice!”
As I bent over the toilet, vomiting, I started thinking of a particular occasion when I had gotten sick and my dad, had made the same diagnosis: grape juice
What is it with men and grape juice?
Apparently there is something in the grapes!
A few weeks later, I sat down to have the dinner Mr. S has prepared. I took a sip of my drink. Ummm something citrusy…….
As I was trying to determined what it was,
Mr. S said
“It is lemon. I squeezed fresh lemon on the grape juice, so you won’t get sick”
I was so touched. I looked at him as he took a bite of his seasoned chicken drumstick.
He is NOT the “romantic type” He is a logical thinking kind of guy. But it is things like these that he does that I find so endearing.
I thank him and enjoyed my lemon-grape juice!
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