Saturday, May 15, 2010

And the Oscar Goes To.......

This week I was blessed with this award (twice):



by 2 fantastic ladies, Marissa at The Hardest Job on Earth, and 21st Century Domestic Goddess. I'm sending a GREAT big shout out to both those ladies in THANKS for making my week, month, year. Bless you both!!

Anyway, along with accepting the award, and following the rules (first was to thank the person(s) who passed it to you) comes the revelation of 7 facts I'm not really sure you really should know about me, but here goes....

1. The only time I can seem to read is when I poop, and that's only if I can manage to get a private hour minute.
2. I can play 3 musical instruments--the piano, the clarinet and the violin.
3. My first big celebrity teenage crush was Billy Warlock (of DOOL fan), followed by C. Thomas Howell, Ralph Macchio, and River Phoenix.
4. I am 100% terrified of sharks. I will not go in the ocean. Ever.
5. When I was a teenager, I wanted to be in the Olympics as a downhill skier.
6. I have worked as a waitress.
7. I am still working on my associate's degree. I'll get there someday.

Now, I'm supposed to pass the award along to 15 more bloggers that I have recently discovered and then let them know about their award. So, without any further ado, I pass this award on to....

I'm telling you, this was hard. These are some REALLY great blogs. Be prepared to neglect your children sit and get lost in Blogland for hours. Have a GREAT weekend!!!

P.S. Don't forget Ali from Diving Into the Waves will be guest posting on Monday. Come see what she has to say!!

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Best Scoop of the Week-Diving Into the Waves


It's that time of the week, y'all, but this particular, it's REALLY special. Today I am featuring a personal friend, a courageous mom and woman who possesses one of the strongest faiths I have ever met. She (and her son) gives whole new definitions to the words hope, patience, perseverance. I'm telling you all, I want to be Ali when I grow up. Seriously. This lady rocks my socks off.

You see, when I first met Ali, she was pregnant with her first son. I have been privileged to watch her oldest grow into the beloved child he is today. I have been privileged to go through her second pregnancy with her, all the way to the premature birth of her second son, who was diagnosed with a disorder called Prader-Willi Syndrome. I have walked through the journey with her as she pours her heart and soul out, never questioning, always managing to find the rainbow, and always, ALWAYS remaining steadfast in her faith.

I'm telling y'all, she is one fantastic person. Your lives will be a little richer for having known her.

I want to increase the awareness of Prader-Willi Syndrome (PWS) because it is more common than people realize, and yet can be a very devastating ordeal to go through. May has been designated National PWS Awareness month, so I want to shout it from the rooftops. Once you meet Dean, you will too.

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I asked her: If you could pass along one thing you've learned as mother to Dean, what would it be?


I have learned always to put myself in the position of learner, not just teacher. Dean has taught me so much about what is joy, pride, accomplishment, peace and patience. Our experience with Cole as our first child was the typical child-raising experience, and we tried (and continue to try) to listen to him, but we do more teaching than learning. Then Dean came along and we knew really...nothing. In the absence of typical baby communication and development and processes, we had to listen. And it was strange, because in those absences, we felt to be in the midst of a very wise and already misunderstood little soul. The world wouldn't always "get" him, but we would. I imagine that in some ways, it's like people who lose one of their five senses and so they have to depend on the others to step up and take the place of that lost sense. We learned to be humble and listen to our sweet boy. I suppose somewhere along the way I have lessons to teach Dean, but it really feels like it's going to be more one-sided than I would ever have imagined. Bob and I as parents have much for Dean to teach us.
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See what I mean? She'll be back on Monday to tell you more about PWS. Leave some love for Ali by stopping by Diving Into the Waves. Take a look around. You'll be hooked too.

P.s. Check out the giveaway I am sponsoring on behalf of Mission Monkey by clicking here. And still to come, I will be having a FABULOUS giveaway for my combination 200th follower and 100th post celebration. There's always good stuff to be found on The Scoop on Poop.
I participate in Friday Follow, hosted by One2Try and Midday Escapades. Come join in the blog hopping fun. And as always, I will follow back.





Friday Follow



Writers Workshop-Le Brassiere

Mama's Losin' It


4.) Write a 20-line poem (rhyming or non-rhyming) dedicated to your favorite piece of clothing (could be a shirt, hat, shoes, etc.).

Oh my dear over the shoulder boulder holder
What would I ever do without you?
You keep my girls forever perky,
My belly smaller,
And my husband fonder.

You are even kind to my family,
Giving a secret hidey hole
For storing cars and trucks
Freeing up small hands
For giving Grandma hugs and kisses.

You are useful for so many things,
Like holding my cash, keys, and credit cards
The occasion peas (and carrots!) too
You are my new BFF
I've so come to rely on you.


You stand so firm and upright after washing
Offering such wonderful support
Truly a woman's dream-
I can be sincere when I say
I have never had another quite like you.

Yesterday, I offered a very special giveaway to offer my support to Monkey during Mission Monkey. Please take a moment to read this post, and enter the giveaway. It would mean the world to one mom and one little girl. Also, please stop in tomorrow when I feature a very special blog about the life of a courageous mom dealing with her youngest son having a disorder called PWS (Prader-Willi Syndrome). You don't want to miss it.

 

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

A Down to Earth Minute for Monkey


 I know you've seen the cute button at the very top of my sidebar. This little girl's name is Monkey. Her mom is a fellow blogger. Monkey was recently diagnosed with neuroblastoma, rocking Momma's Pixie Dreams world. This family needs help and prayers, and many of us bloggers are rallying together to give her love and support in any way we can. I ask you to please take a moment and stop by her blog and make a new friend, read her stories (here and here), and when you've finished there, stop by Ian's place at  a Daily Dose of Reality today to find out how you can join in on Mission Monkey. Even the smallest thing can provide the biggest support, no matter what it is. You can make monetary donations, if you so desire. Ian has the scoop on all that info.

As for me, I am offering your choice of
A. A blog makeover done by none other than The Drama Mama
B. Your badge displayed proudly on my sidebar (alone, at the top, under Monkey) for a whole month
C. The opportunity to guest blog on my site.

How do you become one of 7 lucky people to win? That's easy. Just follow these instructions:

-follow Mama's Pixie Dreams and leave a comment of love/support. Leave the link to where you commented here. (2 entries)
-add her badge to your blogroll. Leave a link to your site in your comment.  (1 entry)
-add Monkey's badge to your sidebar (1 entry)
-tweet about Monkey (2 entries)
-post about Monkey on your blog (5 entries)
(make sure you leave a comment for each entry for them to count. If you have more than 1 blog, be sure to use a separate comment for each blog you participated with.)

*The raffle goes until the end of June, but my giveaway will refresh every week, giving more than 1 person a chance to win. I will use random.org every Wednesday to announce the winner.

This is not about me. This is about Monkey and her family. The fact of the matter is, though, that this COULD be my child. This could be ANYONE'S child (as was pointed out by Shell at Things I Can't Say). There are just some things in life we cannot protect our children from, and this is the greatest. Won't you take a Monkey Minute today and share some love? (Monetary donations are not a necessity, but if you are able to help this way, click on the button below)


Click on monkey to donate...please help!





Wordless Wednesday-Magical Rain




I love it when it pours. The whole world surrounding me in it's lush green as the rain makes the woods look magical.

This post is a part of Wordless/Wordful Wednesdays hosted by Seven Clown Circus and 5 Minutes for Mom. Stop on by to check out more WW posts like these: Live and Love Out Loud, A Nut in a Nutshell, and parenting By dummies. Take a minute to link up your own WW post while you are there.


Tuesday, May 11, 2010

PINT/ONHD--Triple Cocktail

I just CAN'T give up the Post It Notes on Tuesday, hosted by Supah. I think they may be my crack. I LOVE them. But, I also love the Oh No S/He Didn't!! Meme started by Kristi over at Live and Love Out Loud. So, what to do?

Yep. You got it. Enjoy!!




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That's Scooby's hand in the center, and Jellybean's thumbprint all along the edges. Yes, it's okay to go "Awwwwwwwwwwww" now. 
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And this little gem I was going to save for next week, but I have a feeling there will be more gems to share where this one comes from. Hang on to your seat. Are you ready for this one?
*Disclaimer: No 2 year olds were harmed in the making of this PIN/ONHD Tuesday. As for spousal abuse? I'll never tell.
**Scooby has strep/scarlet fever and is taking an antibiotic to fight the infection. 

Now you know you want to play. Go run over to WannaBe Supah Mommy's and Live and Love...Out Loud for instructions, link up, and MORE PIN/ONHD Tuesday posts.

I'm off to check out some great posts, and play my Wii.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Guest Blog-Imperfection is the new perfection

I've had a rough week. It is with great excitement that I turn my blog over to J.L.W from The Practical Mom Guide today. I hope every mom out there had a fabulous mother's day. I'm off to play my new Wii. Enjoy!!
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The moment a child is born, the mother is also born.  She never existed before.  The woman existed, but the mother, never.  A mother is something absolutely new.  ~Rajneesh

 I remember driving with my mother to see fireworks one fourth of July.  I remember asking her what it was like to be a mother.  It was dark out and the only light in the car was from the street lights.  She had looked at me and asked, "what kind of question is that?"  I could tell she was perplexed about where this question had come from.  How do you explain to someone that isn't a mother what it is like?

When I held my daughter for the first time, I understood what my mother couldn't say.  Everything you are, everything you want to be is staring back at you when you look at your child...and everything you are not.

Who knew that motherhood would...
...be more of an adventure than Alice's in Wonderland.
...make me worry so much that getting the recommended amount of sleep would be a distant dream.
...be so hard at times that I questioned whether I was a good mom.
...make me wonder about my sanity.
...make me want to be a better person.
...make me feel so proud when I tell people that I am a mom.
...make me forget about my own needs and wants at times.
...make me laugh so hard at the silliest most mundane things (like my daughter attempting to blow raspberries on her sister's head).
...make me so happy.
...make me forget all the unpleasantness of pregnancy and labor and make me want to do it again.
...let me give up the quest for perfection. 

I have learned that motherhood isn't about perfection. It is all about the imperfections.  I had this vision when I was pregnant with my first daughter about the kind of mother I wanted to be.  I shudder to think of the June Cleaver/Stepford wife that I wanted to be.  In reality, I am more Lucy Ricardo, Lois Griffin, with maybe a little Marion Cunningham and a tiny smidge of June Cleaver in the mix. 

I try to be a good mom and I want to teach my daughters to respect others and themselves, to be kind, to have a thirst for knowledge, to care for the things they have but at the same time to realize that material things are not everything, to be generous, to be confident, to listen, to take chances, to be honest, to have integrity, to have faith, to have hope, and to really enjoy life and not take it for granted.

I sometimes leave the dishes in the sink, laundry sometimes sits unfolded in the basket in the laundry room, I am not very punctual, I have a tendency to burn things in the kitchen, and the list goes on.  My "To-do" list pad says "Both of us can't look good at the same time...it's either me or the house".  That describes me perfectly.  One of us (obviously me or the house) will be lacking by June Cleaver's standards by the end of the day. 

 My daughters don't need a perfect mother, they need me-imperfections and all. If I was perfect, how could I be expected to teach my daughters about life.  Life in itself is imperfect, impractical, and impervious to any kind of logic.  The only thing I need to do is love them and make sure that they know that and to try to help them become the women they can be, imperfections and all.
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Thanks again to JLW from The Practical Mom Guide for guest posting today!! Make sure you leave J.L.W. lots of love for her very awesome post here.
P.S. There's a lot more where that came from. Just click here.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Becoming a Mother-Part 2


October 23, 2007 came with great anticipation. GC and I were ready and waiting on our little man, my first boy, his third. I had really, really wanted another girl. It took 3 ultrasounds to convince me he was, in fact, a boy. As the months went by though, I began to embrace the concept of having a son, and how much I would love him, and he, me.

This time I actually arrived at the hospital on time, if not 15 minutes early, again for my scheduled c-section. I was hooked up to the machines, and they noticed that I was having contractions, though they were mild. I did not feel any pain at all. In fact, I was living in euphoria. I could not wait to see which features of mine he had and which features of his dad he had. I was hoping for a blue eyed, deep dimpled child, and a blue eyed, deep dimpled child is exactly what I got.

From the moment he was pulled from my womb, he has taught me things. He has shown me how much I really love his father. He has shown me that it truly is possible for your heart to hold more love. I felt like my chest would burst and a million little cut-out confetti hearts would come floating out of me. He has taught me patience. He has taught me that boys are different from girls, and for all the hugs and kisses they will give you, they will match them in making your heart leap to your throat with their daredevil stunts. He has taught me how to face my fears, because he is fearless (most of the time). He has taught me, through his speech delay, how very precious the gift of speech really is.

He has also made me a better person. Because of him, I am better equipped to handle what life throws my way. Because of him, I am less of a pushover. Because of him, because of her, I am what I am today. I am a mother, and there is no other person I would want to be.


This post is a part of parenting By dummies Don't Hate Me Because I'm Beautiful Photo Contest for Unbelievably Cute Kids.


Happy Mothers Day!!!
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