I am going to bypass the story of the rude woman on the street today (I think you’ve probably heard enough of those) and go straight to the dingleberry story.
Today after we returned from Romeo’s morning walk we were chillaxing. I sipped by lukewarm coffee that I had been trying to drink for two hours (hello motherhood). Romeo lay on his special spot on the couch. Emily was being adorable chatting to herself and playing with her Daniel Tiger figurines.
From across the room I heard. “Cookie!” Emily is fascinated by Romeo’s treats or “cookies” as we call them. Hmm interesting, I thought. How did she get a cookie? So I walked over. I saw her holding what looked like a cookie in her hand. “Coooookie?” she said as she shoved it in Romeo’s face.
I looked closer.
Good God. That’s not a cookie. It’s a turd! It must have somehow stuck to Romeo and there it was in its fully glory.
I grabbed the small piece of poo from Emily’s hand and put it in a tissue. We then washed our hands THOROUGHLY.
Then I couldn’t stop laughing and texted friends and family to share the story. Most of them had a good laugh too!
Anyway what gets me the most about this all is the purity and innocence of it all. Emily had the best intentions. She was so damn cute in her enthusiasm “coooookie?” And then to imagine what Romeo was thinking. “Um, no thanks little lady.”
I hope that’s my first and only dingleberry story.
Our Christmas tree has been up for a few weeks, and Emily isn’t over its beauty. In fact, she seems to appreciate it more and more each day.
She points to it and says, “Hi!” and “Oooh!” She looks at it whenever we say “Christmas tree.” She loves to look at each ornament and even loves the pine needles. She’s been persistent in her efforts to eat the pine needles so she is definitely keeping us on our toes!
Each night we say goodnight to the tree, and each morning we say good morning to it when she wakes up. It really is beautiful all lit up in the morning before the sun has come up. Even when I’m not quite ready for the day yet, I can appreciate it!
Today I was watching her look at the tree as if it was the first time she saw it, and I thought, wow. What if we lived that way as adults? What if we saw beauty every single day in the things that are always around us?
Then I realized there is a place I always look to in absolute awe. I never get over the feeling of consuming love, and it gets stronger every day. It’s when I look at Emily.
A good friend just had her baby girl last night, and she told me she can’t stop watching her sleep. It felt like an obsession. I told her that feeling never goes away.
This holiday season I am so grateful for the love I have for Emily. It’s a love that has me asking things everyday like- Where did you come from?? Who made you? Did I really grow you in my belly? How can you possibly be THIS cute??
Today’s practice was a lot of fun! Emmy went into cow pose on her own, and I showed her how to do tree pose. She won’t keep her Santa hat on for long, but when she does it’s adorable. Counting down 13 days to baby’s first Christmas! I talked with Santa and it sounds like he has some exciting plans.
Even though it was a beautiful day, it was very hard not having my Nanna around this year on Thanksgiving. She has always been the center of that day- quietly cooking the most delicious food and then watching us while we eat and asking, “It’s not good?”
Your food was ALWAYS good, Nanna.
My Aunt Mary Jane sent me home with two boxes full of photos from Nanna’s house. This weekend I opened the boxes and they smelled like Nonno and Nanna’s house. They were filled with so many memories. My heart felt full and it also sunk.
It really hit me that I will never be able to go back to their house and visit them. At the same time, I know their spirits live in me and each of my family members. The photo of me below in particular stuck out to me. How can this be me? I see lots of Emmy in this photo.
I guess love lives on and on through each generation, and all we can do is love with all of our heart for as long as we can. I love you Nanna. I love you Nonno. I hope you had a good meal together in Heaven on Thanksgiving.
Practicing yoga is getting easier in some ways and harder in others! Emmy is more daring so when she climbs on me I have to stop to keep her safe. She’s also more independent so I (sometimes) get time to move alone. We had a rough sleep night last night so I’m Exhausted with a capital E. This afternoon practice gave me the energy to keep on truckin’! Ill be honest- I don’t practice every day. Filming inspires me to practice. It makes it fun!
I am amazed by the amount of brain power, time and energy involved in packing for a weekend away with a baby! No longer can I just throw a few things in a suitcase and go. Oh no, now I must plan out each day and how each day may go meticulously. And even then, with all that effort, I’m bound to forget something!
This is a summary of what happens in my mind the days leading up to a weekend away.
“Okay so she needs…Clothes, PJs, sleep sacks, pack n play, sheets for pack n play, sound machine, monitor, diapers, wipes, toys, more diapers. Also bathing suits, swim diapers, a sun hat, pacifiers, food for breakfast lunch and dinner. Baby sun tan lotion. Baby spoons, bowls and cups. Baby carrier, travel high chair, breast pump and accessories and bottles. Stuff to clean breast pump, accessories and bottles. Baby travel bath, shampoo and soap. Baby comb and lotion. It may get chilly at night so some sweaters too. Hmm..Am I forgetting anything? Probably.”
Phew! Well so far so good. We made it out to Connecticut for labor weekend and it’s all been worth it. Even though my back is killing me from sitting in the back seat of our car between Emily and my 80 pound dog Romeo, I’m so glad we are here!
I think I sense an SUV in our near future.
I had planned to post a new video every Monday. I missed this week because my grandmother passed away. I’ve been in a whirlwind of feeling sadness and grief, spending precious time with family and friends, and just trying to wrap my head around the fact that my last grandparent, the most amazing woman I knew, has passed away. As Emily naps and I have some down time, I figured I’d post the video I had planned to post on Monday. I bet Nanna would want me to.