Thursday, May 27, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Three years ago this month my sweet Grandmother Hoopes passed away. Next week her house will close on the market and we will say goodbye to a home that was once the heart of our family.
I lived in this home for almost the first ten years of my life and then spent at least 3-4 days each week running (later driving) over to visit. I love this home. One of my favorite childhood memories is running home from church, charging through the back door and smelling the delicious roast cooking in the oven (original oven is still there).
Amy Grant's If These Walls Could Speak has always reminded me of Grandma's house. It fits so well.
If these old halls
If hallowed halls could talk
These would have a tale to tell
Of sun going down and dinner bell
And children playing at hide and seek
From floor to rafter
If these halls could speak
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Selected work-out song for Log #5 - Klaus Badelt, He's a Pirate
So...we've hit a small snag. And when I say "we" I mean myself and The Little Pirate (the now designated Blog name for baby #4) So...apparently The Little Pirate was not thrilled about biking more than 30 miles with Mom. This became abundantly clear when Greg and I had to make an emergency trip to my doctor.
You see, when I found out The Little Pirate had boarded and taken over, I had a very strict talk with my belly. I explained that Mom had a race coming up that was SUPER important, and I had no intention of buying maternity biking shorts. So we made a deal - me and The Little Pirate.
1. I would drop from the 80 mile race to the 60 mile race for Little Red.
2. I would give up my goal to bike Traverse Ridge this summer.
3. I would cancel my much coveted trip to the Subway in July.
In return -The Little Pirate agreed there would be no interference with any of my work-outs, my races or my beloved swimming. I also threw in the request that any outside growth would not be visible until after June 5th - again, so maternity biking shorts would not be necessary.
Apparently My Little Pirate is completely unscrupulous.
One giant hemorrhage later, my doctor looked between me and the ultrasound picture and said those four words I had been dreading since discovering I was pregnant.
Stop. All. Physical. Activity.
The bad news...I didn't get to race Goldilocks. And there is a slim chance I'll get to do Little Red. I've been weeks now without riding - I feel restless and empty. Even my poor bike looks depressed and rejected sitting in her spot all alone...
The good news...the hemorrhage healed in about 10 days, and I'm already back into swimming. The Little Pirate is one happy baby.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
This is fantastic! I had no idea I weighed 30 pounds (woohoo!), my job is "clinging" (cleaning), and my favorite thing to do is "driv" - love it!
Let's face it - viewed from certain angles, motherhood can look pretty boring, monotonous and downright depressing sometimes. And I have to admit when I email old friends who have fabulous careers, seemingly rich-fulfilling lives, and no children, it's kind of embarrassing to write of my days carpooling to 2 separate soccer games/practices, ending fights, calming fears, negotiating battles, cleaning bathrooms (with little boys who miss frequently...), laundry, endless cooking, more cleaning, diapers, getting ready to potty train...I think anyone can lose their focus.
That's why I love this wall in my house. The phrase has tremendous significance to us over the circumstances of how our Big Guy came into our lives. And it's come to envelope us all. It's perfect.
Happy Mothers Day!
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
You should also know, I have an exceptional clear memory - sometimes to a fault - and sometimes so crystal I wish I could forget so many obnoxious, ridiculous things I ever said or did. It's not easy when your hair is a total curly spaz and you have nobody there to tell you NOT to wear a watermelon necklace from ShowBiz Pizza for your 3rd grade photos. Sigh!
Such is childhood...
There is one slice of my childhood that has become quite symbolic over the years. And those of you who know this song - you know what I'm talking about. You know the connection - those early years in the 1980s. Only people who experienced those choice childhood years will understand this song. :)
Sadly - Greg wasn't in that batch.
And to this day, he still doesn't really get the vocals of John Denver mixed with Placido Domingo. He doesn't understand it - even though I still love him madly.
But those of you out there - you know. Those were good years...