It's a rare occasion that Austin gets so cold that I crave a cup of hot chocolate - but with recent polar vortex and the winter olympics invading - a hot cup of cocoa in hand is exactly what I need. As I sip my cocoa, I relish the fact that I have clocked out of work, school and motherhood for the day. Since I hadn't written in a week - I was long overdue for a post. With every intention on writing some life lesson I learned recently I started this post - but quickly got derailed by the randomness that lives inside my brain:
I love my new bras
I'm going to start lifting weights again
I hope the girl I tutor is learning from me
When can we get new kitchen cabinets?
I need new pants, shirts and shoes - but I don't want to shop - I hate shopping
Why does Matt ask me all these hypothetical questions?
Grace really needs to start holding her own sippy cup
I wish I could party like I used too.
What the hell is up with Bob Costas' eye?
I'm so glad Matt Lauer is replacing Bob Costas
They're seriously closing school for another "snow" day
holy shit I love brie cheese
holy shit I love hummus
holy shit I gotta stop eating
I wish I was taking more pictures
I love my friends
I want to hug more
Those big furry Russian hats are awesome - I want one.
Matt wants to go on a cruise - no way in hell am I going on another cruise
I wish I studied abroad
I should've been a speed skater with the size of my thighs
Yay! I get to see my cousins in March
I can't wait for that stupid "endless love" movie to come out because I HATE THE TRAILER
Oh my god, I need to stop writing...
Hope your brains are a lot more focused than mine!
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Be Brave
Today's post is in honor of **National Cancer Day**
I recently have had these fears of Grace getting sick. I don't mean a cold or ear infection (which she does have at the moment) but fears of her getting Leukemia. No - probably not normal, but since it is my history, logic and reason don't exist. I've been told its not genetic, I've been told not to worry about such thing, and on a daily basis I'm not plagued with these thoughts. And even though its been over 25 year since I was diagnosed, Leukemia is a part of me - so how can it not be a part of Grace?
And that's when life slaps me on the back of the head (not very nice but necessary at times) and shines a bright light onto my life....
It was last week when I took Grace to her 1 year appointment. An exciting opportunity to see how big our girl is getting . A-not-very-exciting opportunity to hold your baby down while she is getting poked with numerous needles. I took in all the good news from the doctor that Grace was healthy and growing perfectly. It wasn't until we drove home and I heard the small whimpers from Grace in the back (still recovering from her shots) that made me want to curl up in a fetal position and cry. It wasn't because I wanted to comfort her, but it was the words of her doctor resonating in my head. The realization of how lucky I am to have a healthy growing baby. I've accepted that I'll always worry about Grace - that's part of being a parent. But, in honor of today- National Cancer Day, I'm making the conscious decision to forgo my fears and celebrate my history -
Be Brave
I recently have had these fears of Grace getting sick. I don't mean a cold or ear infection (which she does have at the moment) but fears of her getting Leukemia. No - probably not normal, but since it is my history, logic and reason don't exist. I've been told its not genetic, I've been told not to worry about such thing, and on a daily basis I'm not plagued with these thoughts. And even though its been over 25 year since I was diagnosed, Leukemia is a part of me - so how can it not be a part of Grace?
And that's when life slaps me on the back of the head (not very nice but necessary at times) and shines a bright light onto my life....
It was last week when I took Grace to her 1 year appointment. An exciting opportunity to see how big our girl is getting . A-not-very-exciting opportunity to hold your baby down while she is getting poked with numerous needles. I took in all the good news from the doctor that Grace was healthy and growing perfectly. It wasn't until we drove home and I heard the small whimpers from Grace in the back (still recovering from her shots) that made me want to curl up in a fetal position and cry. It wasn't because I wanted to comfort her, but it was the words of her doctor resonating in my head. The realization of how lucky I am to have a healthy growing baby. I've accepted that I'll always worry about Grace - that's part of being a parent. But, in honor of today- National Cancer Day, I'm making the conscious decision to forgo my fears and celebrate my history -
Be Brave
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