Today is Mother's Day and Im convinced that you truly don't know how important Mother's Day is until you are a mother yourself. I am so blessed to have two sweet sweet boys that love me and a dear sweet Husband who would do anything for me- including taking my two sweet boys to grandmas for the day and letting me have a moment to myself. I feel a little guilty that on Mother's Day I shipped the kids off to Grandma's but I also think that Im a pretty good Mum all through the year and that I show those boys every day how much I love them- so hopefully the one day I choose to take for myself wont mess them up in the future.
I cannot get over how good yoga makes me feel. Today I went to a class where the instructor set the temperature of the room to 76 degrees (vs 70 degrees) and I was sweating by 10 minutes in like I was sitting in a sauna (she said she teaches an advanced class where she sets the temp to 93 degrees- NO THANKS!). Sweat was pouring off of me as I ran through my sun salutations and my down dogs. Its a humbling class too, because no matter how good you think you are doing, there is ALWAYS someone doing much better than you. I've been doing yoga now for 3/4 of a year now and still consider myself a beginner at this. But I truly love it. Its 1 hour for just me. And the stretching I get is fantastic. I feel alive when I come out of there- and I cant believe how much muscle work it is- there are times when my entire body aches.
This tells you where I am at in life. I no longer get cool hip songs stuck in my head from bands like Fallout Boys or Flo'rida (is his name seriously Flo 'Rida?).....I get these kids songs stuck in my head.....but you have to admit this is a catchy little ditty......
Im amazed that Jake is totally into Star Wars right now. For his birthday he got a light saber and his Grandma bought him 2 Star Wars transformers- Anikin Skywalker and an AT-AT, and 2 figurines that came with a comic book. Ever since then its been all about Darth Vadar and Chubacca. I guess Johnny reads that comic to Jake every night.
Last night Josh must have had one doozy of a nightmare. He woke up about midnight crying and scared. I brought him into his room and he freaked out at the "shadows". He saw "shadows" everywhere- even where there weren't any shadows. He kept saying "Take the shadows out of here!" and when I tried to cuddle him, he kept pushing me away saying I had shadows on me. He couldn't lay down- he couldn't sit up- he felt like there were shadows crawling on him (which I assume he meant spiders or something like that). I finally got him to lay down but he kept freaking out. I had him put his blankie over his eyes, and that worked for 2 minutes, until he peeled it off and started examining his arms for these shadows. Finally, after about 2 hours of this I gave up and took him to Johnny's and my bed- where he never again mentioned the shadow and went straight off to sleep.
So I think Josh has some of his Grampa Cross in him. Josh LOVES his peanut butter. Nearly every morning he asks for a "big 'ole poon of peanut butter" (yes- he says poon instead of spoon). Today he also asked for a PB sandwich to go along with the poon of PB. Hey- at least its good protein right? Grampa Cross is gonna be proud Joshy!
Last night we were playing with some light sabers we have here and I said to Jake- "Who are you? Luke Skywalker?" And he replied "No- Anikin Skywalker!" (Impressive huh). So then I said to Josh "And are you Obi One Kenobi" and Josh said "No, Im Two" (because no one should ever associate the number 1 with a two year old). "So your Obi Two Kenobi then?" I say and Josh beams "Yes- Obi Two Kenobi".....but 5 minutes later Josh said "Im Okie Dokie Kenobi", which I like MUCH better! I laughed so hard.
Those boys are brave! At 30yo, I'm still hesitant to do it. ~m read more
on We finally got into the pool