Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Pitter Patter, Tick Tock

Lyla's new found glory is that of
opening doors.
Now, around 3am if you are in my house you will hear the pitter patter of her feet running down the hall and her sweet face will appear next to my bed.
I gently scoop her in my arms and snuggle her between Jason and I.
She says "I happy", cups my face in her hands and kisses me.
Me: "I happy too... sweet dreams my little one."

Yes, I'm prepared for the judgement of other moms. (I have my armor on)
(your child should not sleep in your bed, they should sleep in your bed, etc)

My theory on raising your children: There's no right or wrong way. It's whatever works. Take bits and pieces from those that love you and that you trust and find your own way. Whatever works in your life. We are all so different, God made us this way for a reason.

I don't want my little angel to feel unnecessary fear.
Fear of the night, fear of the unknown or fear of "tigers". Which is what she is afraid of.

At this point I control a majority of what she is exposed to and in these early precious years I can protect her from the fear of darkness and snuggle with her for a few hours.
Yes I do experience a few foot kicks to the mouth, and even an abdominal punch here and there but it's fine, that's what moms are, right? Punching bags for everything!
After the pitter patter subsides I listen to the tick tock in my head.
Sometimes I cannot fall asleep again.
I listen softly to Lyla's breaths and Jason's breaths in unison.
They both lay sprawled on the bed with their heads turned to the same side.
A slight snore emits from both of them.
Like father, like daughter.
I think way too much at this time.
I can't wait to have Jason's tests be cleared.
November 28th can't come soon enough. I just want my old life back. No more worry, no fear, just simple snuggles and snoring. Tick tock.... I wish time would fly. Photobucket

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

That Beautiful

The beautiful plants.

Every morning on our recent California vacation we took a walk/run. For those of you that know me, I'm not a runner (anymore). I used to run in High School, track and cross country. I would run and run and run. As my mom says "What are you running from?".
I think running can clear the mind, it's just that my darn knee has never appreciated it. The soft fluffy sand in Cali allowed me to run 3 miles a day, and one day I even ran 5 miles.
This is a big accomplishement for me!
Prior to our run we would walk the Crystal Cove trail aligned with dead dried up shrubs.
Each morning Lyla would inspect the shrubs and say "THAT BEAUTIFUL".
To her, each brown shriveled shrub was beautiful.
She is so sweet and innocent.

What am I running from?
I am running from fat, fear, worry, anxiety, business, and running to relax.  Seems like I have a lot to run from.
I'm going to try and incorporate running into my weekly life, let's see if I can do it. With that said, Jason, Lyla and I will run the Turkey Trot this Sunday to benefit HOPELINK.
A trot is innocent enough, right? More vacation pictures to come!

Friday, November 11, 2011

Sleeping In

I'm on a well deserved break. I haven't forgotten my dear blog and will catch up soon after my family and I catch up on our rest, sanity, and sleep! We are having so much fun.... Details soon, I promise! I'm also on a hiatus from Facebook but will be back shortly. Big hugs!!! Photobucket