Monday, May 21, 2012

I Love You, Best Friend.

Something really cute happened when I was shooting video of the girls the other day. You know how it happens, they're doing something worth capturing and you can't wait to get it on video for all the world to see. And then you get your camera and one of three things typically happens.

1. They completely stop what they're doing and stare at you.

2. They completely stop what they're doing, stare at you, and then do something else that is completely unentertaining.

3. They completely stop what they're doing, stare at you, do something else, and push their sister down OR pull their hair.

At least that's the way it goes for me.

But this time, while prompting them to continue singing, they did their own thing. And I figured out how to work the focus on my lens. Genius, I tell you.

(Now watch the video. Watch the whole thing. The sweet part's at the end.)

It's nice to know and something I pray for daily that my girls call each other best friends. Even if it is slightly prompted by me. And even if Stella pulled Chloe's hair right afterwards. Whatever. I never claimed to be perfect.

Friday, May 18, 2012

Swaddle Baby.

If you know anything about me, you know that there's nothing more that I love more than a swaddled baby. In fact, one of my friends is about to deliver her third girl in a couple of weeks (bless her soul), and every time I see her, I mention how much I can't wait to swaddle her new baby.

She suggested some sort of swaddling rehab. Point taken.

I didn't really understand the joy and necessity of swaddling until I became a mom. And now, I could swaddle and do the stand-up-and-bounce-while-rocking-back-and-forth-thingy with a baby for a really long time. It's my favorite (as long as I don't have to wake up with them in the middle of the night.).

I guess that love was passed on to my oldest. She's been carrying her swaddled monkey around for two days straight.

With the way things are headed...

She'll probably have to go to rehab with me too. (Doesn't she look so old??)

Have a wonderful Friday and a great weekend! Go Thunder!!!!!!

Thursday, May 17, 2012

The last and final marathon post where I show you the idiot I actually am.

My awesome running partner's awesome husband was nice enough to meet us at the 20 mile mark to cheer us on and take some pics. In the picture below I have no idea he's there. I feel like I'm either going to spontaneously combust or reduce to a pile of ashes. I'm loading up with a banana, a GU packet, pretzels, a cup of water and a cup of gatorade. I was clearly in need of some fuel and a chance to walk while I consumed everything in sight.

While I'm walking and eating and walking and drinking, (I refuse to run and drink from a cup. It goes up my nose every single time.) I hear Scott say my name and I look over and smile. He holds the camera up and says, "pretend like you're running for the pictures." And while I momentarily thought of throwing my banana at him because I didn't want to fake run when I had actually been running for 20 miles thankyouverymuch, I took the opportunity to act like a complete idiot.

And I did what is quite possibly the stupidest fake run accompanied by the stupidest face I've ever seen. And I'm putting it on this blog for all to enjoy. 

 The guy dressed in head-to-toe frosted flakes is even laughing at me. And I'm totally okay with that. 

Even when I'm meeting one of my lifelong goals, I can still manage to totally embarrass myself.

Just keeping it real, folks.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Marathon, Mother's Day Combo.

When I left off (a little over three weeks ago. I'm majorly slacking, obviously) I had finished the marathon. I believe even my fingertips were sore when I typed the last post, but I'm fully recovered now and my legs are functioning and running once again. 

And in the sake of time, I'm gonna squeeze a little Mother's Day in along with my favorite marathon moment. I promise it will come together in the end.

Mother's Day came and went without a picture or any sweet post and I'm a little bummed. It was a good day. But it was busy. It was in fact so busy, that my mom and I decided to celebrate Mother's Day another weekend with dinner and a movie. Perfect.

So back to the marathon. This  random post will come together eventually, at least I think so.

It was quite possibly one of the most challenging things I've ever done. I hit three major walls that I didn't think I could overcome. Mile 16. Mile 19. Mile 21. I had crazy thoughts running through my head like, "I don't think I can do this. Why am I doing this to myself? These people are so crazy! Why is everyone else running faster than me? Who can I pay to pick me up and take me across the finish line? I would rather go through childbirth than do this again. Why can't I feel my legs anymore? I can't believe I haven't peed my pants yet. I will never, ever, ever, ever do this again!!!!!"

But my feet just kept moving. I kept going. I kept pushing. Partly because I'm a perfectionist and I had no choice but to finish and to run as well as possible. But mainly I kept moving for my girls. I knew that they would be with my mom and sister on the course somewhere, and I absolutely, without a doubt, could not wait, and as if my life depended on it, I had to see them.

As I was finishing up the last few miles I was really keeping eye on the time. I knew that if I kept pushing myself, I would reach my goal time of 4:30:00. And when I reached the homestretch, my eye was on the clock at the finish line. I was focused in. I was starting to really move. And I knew I was going to make my time.

Do you see me in this pic? That was me, hoofing it, totally focused on finishing without another thought in my head. (And on a complete side note, there is a really, really funny story about this picture. It has nothing to do with the marathon. There's nothing "funny" happening, but what I discovered when I was editing this pic was hilarious. If you see me in person, I might tell you. I might not. Oh who am I kidding, I'll tell you. It's funny alright.)

While I was thinking "finish, finish, finish, finish, finish", I heard my mom's voice yelling, "Morgandi!"

And I looked over and saw my mom holding my girls, and they were looking straight at me wondering what in the world I was doing.

In that moment, I dropped my mantra, I didn't care if I finished before my goal, my heart melted. I couldn't move any further until I kissed those sweet faces.

And that's exactly what I did. And it was pretty awesome.

This had to be one of the best moments of my life.

And then I looked at my mom and sister (who was taking the pictures) and my mom pointed towards the finish line and yelled, "GO!" It was a good thing she did. I'm pretty sure I almost started giving an acceptance speech at that point.

So, "go" I did. And I made it under my goal.

And so I while I might not have pictures from Mother's Day last Sunday, I have this memory and these pictures. And I guess that's enough for me. Motherhood is what it is. It's great. It's challenging. And much like the questions I asked myself during the marathon, I find myself asking those same questions everyday. "Am I enough? What am I doing? Does everyone else feel like they're making a thousand mistakes?" But you just have to keep moving. Keep pushing. Keep trying.

And lucky for me, I have a mom who has made a path and who has shown me what it means to be an excellent mom. I can only hope that I'm at least half as great as what she is.

And thanks to my sister, who bathed and dressed my daughter's on Sunday so that I could sit on the couch and watch The Real Housewives of New Jersey  some educational documentary on economics or something like that.

Hope all of you had a very Happy Mother's Day!