Ok, so many of you may know that I totally believe in angels and all that jazz. WELL, this literally just happened so I had to stop and write it down before I forgot.
Went to go change Piper's wet diaper and for some reason decided to do it on the ground in her room rather than on the changer. For what reason? I dont know.;)
As I'm changing her diaper, Piper looks right past me to my left and goes, "Woooooooow!" And starts pointing. I casually look up and see nothing so I continue on with changing her.
While changing my child's diaper, she is normally a complete wiggle worm and wants to get up and moving as soon as she can. This time however she kept looking right past me and stayed completely still and almost in a trance.
Then it happens, I got the chills down my back and a big ass smile on my face, since it hit me what was happening.
Piper, while looking up past me says, "Bumpa". What the hell!?!?! This is what my sister and I call my grampa and the only time she has heard this word is when we're driving and we say hi to him when we pass the cemetery.
After she says this, she starts giggling and waving and then continues on with her, "Wooooow" and an occasional kiss to the air.
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So, I think I know exactly what was happening here today Grampa! You are such a sneaky one sometimes:) I miss you and think about you on the daily. I'm so glad Piper knows your face and that you are there to guide her and all of us through life. Love you forever and ever and Happy Freaking Birthday!!! You are missed beyond belief and today we celebrate you and your amazing life! Cheers to you and I think it's time to drink some Tullamoredew!:)
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Sunday, August 26, 2012
How Aimo Got Her Groove Back
Last Tuesday I wrote and showed a more vulnerable side of me. A bit more gloomy, if you will.
It was a rough few weeks and transitioning back to being away from my tagalong sucked. Real bad. And then I got sick. Nasty!
I felt I was just sinking and nothing was there to help pull me out. So I prayed, meditated, made sure to get myself healthy and reflected a lot.
Then, it happened people. Not even when I was expecting it. I did something that got me out of this icky-i-dont-even-wanna-be-around-myself funk. And when I realized what I had done to get me all better, my reaction was, "DUH"!
I danced. I turned on some of my favorite Janet Jackson, Whitney Houston, Britney Spears songs and danced until I collapsed.
If you know me at all, you know that I freaking love dancing. At every wedding, where can you find me? Dance floor baby! With a drink in my hand and a smile on my face. I love dancing because it strips everybody down of all things that make us different. It comes from within. Everyone has their own style or favorite move, but it all does the same thing to your soul. It makes you laugh, feel embarrassed at times, gets you to let loose, gives you goose bumps and can even make you emotional.
It was Thursday and Piper loves music so I decided to turn on an old playlist that I hadn't listened to in a while. Jer was watching tv on the couch. I turned that sucker down and blasted that music as loud as we could stand. Piper and I danced and danced and danced. Normally I'll dance like that by myself and not in front of people, especially Jeremy, but I needed this. I needed it in a bad way.
I remember after about an hour of full out dance moves, remembering old routines, and trying to teach Piper how to point and flex and how to do a perfect arabesque, sweat dripping down my face, my shirt clinging to my body, looking at Jeremy. He just had this huge smile on his face and said, "Welp, that was fun! You feel better now? Haven't seen you that happy in a long time."
Right then and there I realized it. Every single day of summer, Piper and I would have a dance party. We would stretch and dance to old school music, country two steppin music and even flutter around like prima ballerinas in tutus. I was missing this since I went back to school. And I was miserable.
Well not anymore!! The daily dance party is back and it feels damn good!!:)
It was a rough few weeks and transitioning back to being away from my tagalong sucked. Real bad. And then I got sick. Nasty!
I felt I was just sinking and nothing was there to help pull me out. So I prayed, meditated, made sure to get myself healthy and reflected a lot.
Then, it happened people. Not even when I was expecting it. I did something that got me out of this icky-i-dont-even-wanna-be-around-myself funk. And when I realized what I had done to get me all better, my reaction was, "DUH"!
I danced. I turned on some of my favorite Janet Jackson, Whitney Houston, Britney Spears songs and danced until I collapsed.
If you know me at all, you know that I freaking love dancing. At every wedding, where can you find me? Dance floor baby! With a drink in my hand and a smile on my face. I love dancing because it strips everybody down of all things that make us different. It comes from within. Everyone has their own style or favorite move, but it all does the same thing to your soul. It makes you laugh, feel embarrassed at times, gets you to let loose, gives you goose bumps and can even make you emotional.
It was Thursday and Piper loves music so I decided to turn on an old playlist that I hadn't listened to in a while. Jer was watching tv on the couch. I turned that sucker down and blasted that music as loud as we could stand. Piper and I danced and danced and danced. Normally I'll dance like that by myself and not in front of people, especially Jeremy, but I needed this. I needed it in a bad way.
I remember after about an hour of full out dance moves, remembering old routines, and trying to teach Piper how to point and flex and how to do a perfect arabesque, sweat dripping down my face, my shirt clinging to my body, looking at Jeremy. He just had this huge smile on his face and said, "Welp, that was fun! You feel better now? Haven't seen you that happy in a long time."
Right then and there I realized it. Every single day of summer, Piper and I would have a dance party. We would stretch and dance to old school music, country two steppin music and even flutter around like prima ballerinas in tutus. I was missing this since I went back to school. And I was miserable.
Well not anymore!! The daily dance party is back and it feels damn good!!:)
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Hmmm
When I go through and read blogs, even my own, I find that every entry is about the joyous and happy times. It definitely brightens my day hearing all the great mommy stories and how the day started out so rough but it ended on a high note.
But then I was starting to think, holy cow are these mommies that much better than me that they only have good days? Never experience frustration or moments that you just break down? Is it bad to write about it for everyone to read? Obviously people don't want to read constant complaining, but its good to vent right?
Well, I think so! I feel it's therapeutic for people to express emotions and even write them down. When I read about someone having a rough day or something they didn't expect happened, I almost feel relieved that they are human too. I don't think everyone can be perfect at all times of every day.
I write this because I have been feeling a little "off". I have been completely overwhelmed by school and all the changes there. I feel like things keep getting put on my to do list but nothing ever gets taken off. Then I got sick and that was just the icing on the cake. I just haven't been myself and feel like there's a big negative aura surrounding me and I hate it.
With that said, I wonder what other people do to center themselves again. When life goes a bit haywire, what do you do to bring yourself back to you?
I clean. I love to clean and get things in order and organized. I wear lipstick. Makes me feel girly. I wear heels. Makes me feel like a lady. I shop. That makes everything better.
With this crazy schedule our family is on now I don't get much time to do those things.
So what do you do? I'm curious!:)
But then I was starting to think, holy cow are these mommies that much better than me that they only have good days? Never experience frustration or moments that you just break down? Is it bad to write about it for everyone to read? Obviously people don't want to read constant complaining, but its good to vent right?
Well, I think so! I feel it's therapeutic for people to express emotions and even write them down. When I read about someone having a rough day or something they didn't expect happened, I almost feel relieved that they are human too. I don't think everyone can be perfect at all times of every day.
I write this because I have been feeling a little "off". I have been completely overwhelmed by school and all the changes there. I feel like things keep getting put on my to do list but nothing ever gets taken off. Then I got sick and that was just the icing on the cake. I just haven't been myself and feel like there's a big negative aura surrounding me and I hate it.
With that said, I wonder what other people do to center themselves again. When life goes a bit haywire, what do you do to bring yourself back to you?
I clean. I love to clean and get things in order and organized. I wear lipstick. Makes me feel girly. I wear heels. Makes me feel like a lady. I shop. That makes everything better.
With this crazy schedule our family is on now I don't get much time to do those things.
So what do you do? I'm curious!:)
Thursday, July 26, 2012
The End.
Summer is coming to an end, sadly the nasty heat isn't.
I am thrilled and nervous about this school year that is ahead. I have taken a new position that is very new and innovative which is exciting and yet nerve-wrecking at the same time.
I say it every school year, but the summer went fast! Honestly, this summer went way too fast. August 1st is going to be a hard day. I love what I do, but dammit I wish Piper could be there too!
I'm going to miss my little love bug. She has been my tagalong for the past two months. Splash pads, little trips here and there, pool time, sprinklers, listening to the rain in the car, coloring, puzzles, dancing, cooking, laughing, we did it all!
It was a good summer and I'm sad to see it go. Now, I'm just going to cherish the weekends that much more!
I am thrilled and nervous about this school year that is ahead. I have taken a new position that is very new and innovative which is exciting and yet nerve-wrecking at the same time.
Helping daddy with dishes quickly became bath time!
I say it every school year, but the summer went fast! Honestly, this summer went way too fast. August 1st is going to be a hard day. I love what I do, but dammit I wish Piper could be there too!
I'm going to miss my little love bug. She has been my tagalong for the past two months. Splash pads, little trips here and there, pool time, sprinklers, listening to the rain in the car, coloring, puzzles, dancing, cooking, laughing, we did it all!
Shadow people-I love that you can see her cheeks even in the shadow.
Our teething bathing beauty at Splash Pad.
Her reaction to the fireworks!
Feelin' the Love
I have been noticing lately that there is definitely a big baby BOOM happening all around me. Coworkers, friends, family. These gorgeous little blessings are popping up everywhere!
I don't know what it is but I have always loved babies. LOVED babies. When I was young and people would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would say a teacher and then almost immediately I would add, a mommy! I think it's just in my blood.
Obviously, there is no love like a mother's love for a child. There is nothing like it. It's amazingly powerful and so intense. But I will say, I love the babies that are in my life. No, they may not be my own but I still love them. When I see them I squeal with happiness or I'll even tear up the first time I meet them. I really do love them and want to see them grow up happy and knowing that they are all loved.
With that said, I am starting to notice the love for my own child in others around me. I notice friends, family and even our neighbors!
I notice them sitting in a pile of ants while Piper plays with a toy. I notice them sweating bullets when it's 110 degrees outside because my daughter is happiest out in nature. I notice when they get down on the ground even though it's uncomfortable just to play with her, pull out books and any random toy they can find around their house to make her feel comfortable. I notice when they pick Piper up and whisper sweet nothings into her ear as soon as they see her. I notice them making her a first birthday cake since they've known her "all her life, since she was inside the tummy". I notice when they actually talk to her and pay attention to her and include her in what they are doing. I notice all these things and I see how loved my daughter is.
I am a strong believer, especially being a teacher, that it takes a village to raise a child. I am so blessed to have a great village of family and friends that love and support my child. And I feel so lucky to be a part of other kiddo's village as well.
I don't know what it is but I have always loved babies. LOVED babies. When I was young and people would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would say a teacher and then almost immediately I would add, a mommy! I think it's just in my blood.
Obviously, there is no love like a mother's love for a child. There is nothing like it. It's amazingly powerful and so intense. But I will say, I love the babies that are in my life. No, they may not be my own but I still love them. When I see them I squeal with happiness or I'll even tear up the first time I meet them. I really do love them and want to see them grow up happy and knowing that they are all loved.
With that said, I am starting to notice the love for my own child in others around me. I notice friends, family and even our neighbors!
I notice them sitting in a pile of ants while Piper plays with a toy. I notice them sweating bullets when it's 110 degrees outside because my daughter is happiest out in nature. I notice when they get down on the ground even though it's uncomfortable just to play with her, pull out books and any random toy they can find around their house to make her feel comfortable. I notice when they pick Piper up and whisper sweet nothings into her ear as soon as they see her. I notice them making her a first birthday cake since they've known her "all her life, since she was inside the tummy". I notice when they actually talk to her and pay attention to her and include her in what they are doing. I notice all these things and I see how loved my daughter is.
I am a strong believer, especially being a teacher, that it takes a village to raise a child. I am so blessed to have a great village of family and friends that love and support my child. And I feel so lucky to be a part of other kiddo's village as well.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Keeping It Cool
OoOeEeY! It is hot, hot, hot!
My bug loves to be outside all the time which makes it a bit difficult to keep her mind and body busy when it's 113 degrees outside.
I've been getting rather creative with what to do with Piper to keep her cool outside, other than the pool.
Her favorite activity so far was to make, what I call, water bombs.
Quilt. Check
Water bomb. Check
Bucket o' water. Check
Grassy area. Check
Time to have fun and keep cool!
*Can't wait until we can do this is our own backyard someday rather than out front of the condo where the whole world can see.*
My bug loves to be outside all the time which makes it a bit difficult to keep her mind and body busy when it's 113 degrees outside.
I've been getting rather creative with what to do with Piper to keep her cool outside, other than the pool.
Her favorite activity so far was to make, what I call, water bombs.
Quilt. Check
Water bomb. Check
Bucket o' water. Check
Grassy area. Check
Time to have fun and keep cool!
*Can't wait until we can do this is our own backyard someday rather than out front of the condo where the whole world can see.*
My Faith and Hope for the Future Has Been Restored
OH.MAH.GAWD!
I am so happy and hopeful for our future after what I had seen today.
Not to be a complete "Debbie Downer" but I had lost a whole lot of respect and hope for the younger generation. Yes, there are the bad apples in all generations, but the younger one, ick. I have been experiencing so many times where I have been disappointed by the actions, lack of respect, rude beyond belief attitudes and my list can go on. Honestly, I was becoming almost hurt and yet at the same time really fricking pissed off. I've had to restrain myself from "educating" the rude ones. It could have gotten ugly.
And now I feel a sense of relief. After experiencing all the negative attitudes around me, I FINALLY got to witness something so sweet it brought a tear to my eye.
Jeremy, Piper and I were at Target. As we came to the cart bin area, we caught a glance of an elderly woman(in quite a fancy getup by the way) who was struggling horribly to get into the wheelchair cart. Just as Jer was about to go help her, a young girl probably about 14 came out of nowhere to help her. She picked up her cane and held her hand while she stumbled her way to sit down.
ALLELUIA ALLELUIA!
We watched and I immediately said, "My faith in humanity has been restored."
Yup, the girl helped her. Didn't laugh, didn't walk past her, didn't roll her eyes, didn't ignore the struggle, but came out of nowhere and HELPED.
I hope that girl knows what she did. I hope her parents know what she did and what an impact she made. Those little acts of kindness really go a long way and don't go unseen.
I am so happy and hopeful for our future after what I had seen today.
Not to be a complete "Debbie Downer" but I had lost a whole lot of respect and hope for the younger generation. Yes, there are the bad apples in all generations, but the younger one, ick. I have been experiencing so many times where I have been disappointed by the actions, lack of respect, rude beyond belief attitudes and my list can go on. Honestly, I was becoming almost hurt and yet at the same time really fricking pissed off. I've had to restrain myself from "educating" the rude ones. It could have gotten ugly.
And now I feel a sense of relief. After experiencing all the negative attitudes around me, I FINALLY got to witness something so sweet it brought a tear to my eye.
Jeremy, Piper and I were at Target. As we came to the cart bin area, we caught a glance of an elderly woman(in quite a fancy getup by the way) who was struggling horribly to get into the wheelchair cart. Just as Jer was about to go help her, a young girl probably about 14 came out of nowhere to help her. She picked up her cane and held her hand while she stumbled her way to sit down.
ALLELUIA ALLELUIA!
We watched and I immediately said, "My faith in humanity has been restored."
Yup, the girl helped her. Didn't laugh, didn't walk past her, didn't roll her eyes, didn't ignore the struggle, but came out of nowhere and HELPED.
I hope that girl knows what she did. I hope her parents know what she did and what an impact she made. Those little acts of kindness really go a long way and don't go unseen.
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