Nov 9, 2010

The New Me

We've been home almost eight months. Just typing the previous sentence makes me nostalgic. So much has changed, but the biggest changes I've noticed are internal. My kids have always been themselves, they've just adapted to be with us in ways that I'm convinced is nothing but pure divine scheduling.
I'm more patient, more scattered and am always running late (which kills me most of the time). I use to be fifteen minutes early. Now if we show up at all and we're all dressed from head to toe we're deserving of an attendance badge. I am slowly but surely learning to let things go, to get lost in the moment and turn off my phone. I've kissed sleep adieu and have learned that the best luxury in life is a babysitter. I've fallen in love with the hubby all over again. I find myself remembering what I used to be doing on Friday nights and I just feel sorry for that poor girl.
Laundry piles in specific places and is found in the most obscure areas. Belly laughing is my favorite past time and sleeping in is now defined as an extra hit to the snooze. I find that I get to be myself the most when I'm dancing, singing, screaming while making dinner and watching R & A challenge each other to a dance off in the kitchen.
Le and I plot and plan and schedule date nights, only to find we spend our time together laughing over whatever ridiculousness occurred in our house that week.
I use to love having people over so I could display my current culinary accomplishments and now having people over is preempted by "is pizza OK?"
I use to love the latest fashions, shoes (still do) and budget my next designer jean purchase. Now, I judge every clothing purchase by how well it can disguise Cheeto stains and I while I longingly drool over my favorite 4 inch heels, the thought of chasing a two year old in them is enough to earn them a spot back in the closet.
And in the middle of this ridiculous, hilarious craziness, I find myself lost in pure bliss. But the highlight moment of the last eight months was last night. I'm always putting on music because we all love to dance and Michael Franti has a song called "Say Hey" that Alazar can groove to like nobody's business. Last night we had the shuffle on my music player going, my mom was over playing with Alazar, dinner was on the table and we were bandaging Ruta's arm when suddenly "Say Hey" started playing. Alazar stopped, looked for me and told my mom "Oh...Allalar down. Me and Mommy's song. We dance."
He ran over to me and asked for me to pick him up and we boogied to our song and I couldn't have been happy to have had on house shoes.

And yes, we did have a tent in our living room for a few days. Just because Ruta convinced her daddy that she didn't want to sleep in it outside but in our house, because the new version of Le is a total pushover.


Amber said...

I love you, and I love your kiddos:)

Theresa said...

I can so relate to everything in your post! I love the dance part and I actually got a tear in my eye. So sweet.

Gayla said...

Love, love, love, love, love!!!!!

Just love it all. Made me smile so big.

Courtney said...

Love this... sweetest post. :)

Alecia said...

Awe, I love it!! Such great times and memories to be had! You are doing a great job Mom!! It was great to see you tonight and loved your hug! You are such an encouragement to me!

Jaime & Kelly said...


Tracy said...

I love it! Great post. So glad you're having fun with your kids. They'll remember the kitchen dance fests and the indoor camping fondly when they get older!

Anonymous said...

Your such a COOL Mommy!!!!

Micah said...

lol...right when I saw the pic, I thought...OH have a tent in your frontroom...and then u explained! :) I am so happy everyone is adjusting well. I have been following your blog since before you went to pick them up (do u remember? we talked about u and ur hub doing shirts for us). I read your early posts when it was a struggle...but things are sounding much better...I'm truly happy for you and your family.

God Bless; Micah