Monday, January 31, 2011

Apples

After 21 months, I've decided that it's time to let Connor make some of his own decisions in life. He gets to choose from two different shirts and socks in the morning, what toys he wants to play with, what books to read, etc, etc. I even give him choices for food.

Me: "Connor, what would you like for breakfast this morning?"
C: "ooo-t (fruit)"
Me: "Connor, what would you like for lunch?"
C: "ooo-t"
Me: "Connor, what would you like for dinner tonight?"
C: "app-le"

"Cheese!"





Ok, obviously, this little boy loves fruit, and has it with every meal! If it were his choice (well, it is, isn't it?), he would eat fruit and only fruit everyday. Well, imagine his happiness when I decide to give him an apple after dinner-a whole peeled apple! His little fingers snatched it up like it was a new adventure. We also got to play a brief game of "What's this?"
 
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Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Winter Love





And finally, my favorite. A vision of Connor's competitive stare: 
Max, if you throw that snowball at me, you will be a sorry little boy who is going to run home crying to his Mama. 

Sunday, January 23, 2011

The Little Gym


Connor has been enrolled in The Little Gym for 20 weeks now. It is a children's gymnastic class geared for 4-month to 10-year olds. He has loved it since day #1. Last week was his "graduation" from the Birds (10-18 mos.) class to Beast (19-24mos.) Really? Really? He is going to be 24 months soon? That is just scary. Anyways, I highly doubt he realized his last class of the semester was a celebratory affair, but he sure did seem proud of himself. Mimi and Papa were there to cheer him on as he swung from the parallel bars, walked the balance beam, and somersaulted his way down the mats. Congratulations Connor! You are moving up in the world. Well, as least in the The Little Gym...

Warm up time



Swinging like a Monkey



Getting his medal

Class shot

The Little Gym


Connor has been enrolled in The Little Gym for 20 weeks now. It is a children's gymnastic class geared for 4-month to 10-year olds. He has loved it since day #1. Last week was his "graduation" from the Birds (10-18 mos.) class to Beast (19-24mos.) Really? Really? He is going to be 24 months soon? That is just scary. Anyways, I highly doubt he realized his last class of the semester was a celebratory affair, but he sure did seem proud of himself. Mimi and Papa were there to cheer him on as he swung from the parallel bars, walked the balance beam, and somersaulted his way down the mats. Congratulations Connor! You are moving up in the world. Well, as least in the The Little Gym...

Warm up time



Swinging like a Monkey



Getting his medal

Class shot

"When I Look Into Your Eyes.."

To quote the monster ballad by Firehouse:


"When I look into your eyes 
I can see how much I love you 
And it makes me realize 
When I look into your eyes 
I see all my dreams come true 
When I look into your eyes" 


Family Time

Family weeknights are far and few between now that I started my new job a couple of months back. I usually work 2-3 nights a week until 9, and on the days I don't work, Tom usually doesn't get home until 6 or so, leaving very little time for the three of us to hang out. On this rare night that Tom got home at 5, we were able to eat dinner together, and goof around before bedtime. It was great family time that I hope keeps happening. It is my greatest joy when the three of us are together-when I can see Connor and Tom are in their finest moments, giggling, smiling, playing tag, tackling and tickling each other. It makes me happy. And, apparently, Connor thinks it's pretty swell when we have family time too. 




Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Happiness in 2011

To live in the present and not worry about the future, nor dwell on the past.

That is my new year's resolution. It's what I say when people ask what I resolve to do in 2011, and then look at me, like, "ok...you're cool," when I respond. But, I don't care, because it's the truth. I have a tendency to worry and dwell, and I'm finally admitting it. As a matter of fact, I feel happier in 2011 already because I am working so hard on my resolution. There is no need to worry about that which I cannot change, nor dwell on what has already happened.

As a mother, a wife, and a fairly new resident to Charlotte, it is very easy to put everybody else's needs before my own. As Dante, in his Divine Comedy, writes, " Take henceforth your pleasure as your guide." I plan to do just that.

Real Simple magazine wrote several articles in their 2011 issue on exactly this. In her article, The History of Happiness, Marcia Menter writes, " ...even a short life is a very long journey, and we all need provisions for the trip. We need good food, good stories, and people to share them with. We need a sense of proportion and a sense of the absurd. We need to have as good a time as we can, because, otherwise, what's the point?"

Taken from that Real Simple article, here are my 9 mantras for 2011:

1.) "Chill out": colder temperatures boost your mood. I resolve to breathe it in...
2.)"Remember whence you came": I resolve to surround myself with nostalgic momentos and pictures so that I can always remember my history.
3.) "Don't dwell": it's just negative energy that soaks up my mental clarity. I resolve to move on.
4.)"Spread the wealth": I resolve to "treat" others more often
5.) "Eat a snack around 2pm": More afternoon energy? Yes, please!
6.) "Get a move on": I resolve to exercise at least 30 minutes a day, 3 days a week.
7.)"Limit your options": I resolve to be less indecisive.
8.) "Start baking" (i.e. learn something new): I resolve to expand my horizons. I'm taking a 4-week course on Modern dance!
9.) "Make your bed": Author Gretchen Rubin says, "People are happier when everyday tasks in their lives are complete." I resolve to make my bed, clean out my closet, and organize our house.

The happiness I have in life comes from the people I love, and who love me. I am so lucky to have my parents nearby, a loving, patient, and proactive husband, friends who I am finally feeling comfortable with, and the most adorable, loving, attentive, and patient-for-a-one-year-old son. Happiness comes from all of these things, but it's when they are taken for granted that you try to find something else. I know how fortunate I am. That is why I am not worrying or dwelling. I am staying in the present and taking each day as it comes...And, I am happy.


Friday, January 7, 2011

Merry Christmas

Our Christmas started early this year. My brother and sis-in-law, Kristen, came down for a weekend two weeks before Christmas. We celebrated the Christmas season with our favorite traditional game of all time. Find the money. Every year on Christmas Eve, my Dad hides a bunch of $5 bills around the house. Me, Mark, Kristen, and Tommy all demolish the house in hopes of finding the most. My Mom can be found trailing behind us tweaking and "fixing" what we had disassembled for that treasured 5 dollar bill. You would think that a bunch of adults would be careful, well, maybe 3 of them are, but not me! Actually, Connor found the first $5 by accident on a soft decoration, and the game snowballed from there.

Afterwards, we exchanged gifts, which is more Connor exchanging gifts now. That's where the magic is. It's all about the kids on Christmas once they are here. It makes everything so much more meaningful. I mean, what's better than a little kid scrounging around such a large gift bag in hopes for more?


Two weeks later was Christmas...again. I wanted Connor to grow up knowing the reason why we celebrate this holiday, so I started reading this book called "Tiny, Baby Jesus" to him. He finally said, "Jesus," and I felt better about the extravagant gifts he was about to receive.

Christmas Eve was Mom's birthday celebration at their house. The only good thing about not having to travel for Christmas was letting my Mom have the day all to herself. Since we didn't have two other house to go to, we did our Christmas stuff with my parents on the actual day. But, still, we missed Tom's side of the family, and the special Christmas champagne at Jim's house.
(End of tangent)

That night, Tom and I opened a bottle of wine, and set up Santa's doings. The house was warm, inviting, and energized with the excitement of Christmas the next day.



Christmas morning was so fun! One of our traditions that we started last year is taking a picture of Connor coming down the stairs and peaking through the stairway to see what Santa brought. I'm sure he'll show more excitement in the coming years!

After littering the living room floor with wrapping paper, playing with all his new toys, and eating our traditional hot cinnamon roll Christmas breakfast, Connor was pooped, and so were we. It was time for a cartoon and relaxing.This kind of prolonged cuddling is very rare, so I took it while I could!
Once Mimi and Papa came over with more presents from Santa, it was go, go, go for the rest of the day...

This Christmas definitely goes in the books as one of my favorite. There is a certain spirit in the air when celebrating with a child, especially our own. Hearing Connor "ooh, ahh, and wow" over his gifts was a lot of fun. We look forward to many more holiday memories where family traditions become a familiarity, and happiness truly triumphs any struggles or stress in our lives.