To Do, Part 5


59. Learn to ski or snowboard

My poor husband used to go snowboarding all the time until he met me.  Hell, he’s even snowboarded in Japan! I’m scared to death of it.  In fact, I’m scared of pretty much any sport that might involve falling and damaging my teeth.  However, if I get hurt, I’ll be in good company.  Chris always injures himself too.  You’ll have to ask him about the time he took Japanese Midol for an injured knee.


58. Increase my vocabulary

My mom used to say that curse words were used by people who weren’t intelligent enough to say something else. Shit. I guess I’m not very smart.  Well, or at least I knew that my vocabulary was lacking.  It also doesn’t help that every time Chris and I get in a fight he uses gigantic words, and I have no idea what they mean. Of course, I’m too pissed to ask him for a definition.  Man that shit pisses me off.


57. Be a contestant on Family Feud


56. Watch the top 100 movies of all time


55. Dig for diamonds

Did you know that Arkansas is the only place in North America that has diamonds? Did you also know that you can dig for them at a state park for a minimal fee? As an Native Arkansan, I really should dig for diamonds.


54. Experience an Australian Christmas

It’s hot there at Christmas! You can get sunburned on Christmas! It totally blows my concept of the holidays. Are their decorations the same? Surely there’s no Frosty the Snowman.  Does Santa still wear a heavy red coat and boots? Hot! Christmas! Crazy!


53. Eat at a diner made from an old train car


52. Own a miniature donkey

(Chris, my birthday is quickly approaching.)


51. Become a US Marshall

‘Cause they’re badass.


50. See the Northern Lights

Ahoy, Mateys! I Spot Me Some Tasty Treats!

Cecilia and I had a lot of fun with our friends in Florida.  It was a great trip, and one that changed our lives forever.  One of the many things we learned about was Pirate’s Booty.  Have you ever heard of it?


Kim, our awesome hostest, was shocked that I had never heard of it.  It’s puffed rice and corn.  It has a similar shape and texture as popcorn but without the hard kernals.  Delicious!  Cecilia loves it.  It’s the only food that she’s not willing to share with Lucy.  And with only 130 calories and 5 grams of fat in an ounce (which is about 2 cups worth), I love it too.   They only downside is that it can be hard to find.   Kroger, Whole Foods, and Costco carry the Aged White Cheddar flavor, but that’s the only flavor I’ve found locally.  Thankfully, Amazon carries the other flavors (included Bermuda Onion and Salt & Vinegar).  I can’t wait to get my hands on some!

Mischief

Cecilia has really started to develop a mischievous streak.  As an avid rule follower, I can’t help thinking that she probably got that from her father.

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Lemon Cucumbers

I know things have been a bit quiet around here.  It’s been pretty uneventful since we returned from Florida. Truthfully, I’ve just been too tired to blog, but there will be more on that later. (And, no, I’m not pregnant.)  In the meantime, I thought I’d leave you with a picture of one of the lemon cucumbers from my rather overgrown garden.  Lemon cucumbers are considered an heirloom vegetable.  They aren’t necessarily lemony, but they do have a lighter, crisper taste compared to other cukes.  Every day last week, I ate a lemon cucumber, garden tomato, hummus, and Parmesan pita sandwich for lunch. It was delicious!  If you ever get the opportunity to buy lemon cukes, whether at your local Farmers Market or Whole Foods, I highly recommend it.

Lemon Cucumber

Number 68, Check

68. Breastfeed Cecilia for 1 year

Well, a year has come and gone, and I managed to successfully breastfeed Cecilia without an ounce of formula.  I have to admit that I’m sort of a breastfeeding snob.  Breast is best, and I feel slightly superior when I see moms give their babies bottles of formula.  However, that emotion has started to diminish over the past year because Dang! Breastfeeding is hard.  I’m very thankful that Cecilia and I were able to overcome our challenges and push our way through the last 12 months, but I can’t fault any mom who needs to give their child formula.  Those first 12 months (hell, 18 years) it is all about survival.  Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately), Cecilia never took a bottle so nursing was our only option.  Regardless to the circumstances, I’m happy that we found our way to the other side.  Now I just have to figure out how to get her interested in eating more solid foods and nursing less.

Beach Yoga

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Cecilia liked the beach so much that she celebrated with a few more yoga postures.

Yoga Poses

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Cecilia and I are visiting some friends in Florida while Chris stays home to work. (More on that later.)  When it was time for bed, we both really missed Daddy’s contributions to the bedtime routine.  Cecilia has already woken three times, and it’s only 11:30. Ugh. Thankfully, she’s found a new, comfy sleeping position.  Maybe downward facing dog will help her find the spiritual balance that she needs to find a good night’s rest.

Yoga Poses

12 months

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Dear Cecilia,

This week you turned one year old. Even though you were sick and we had to postpone your big party, we had a wonderful day filled with grandparents and aunts and uncles. It was very intimate and sweet, and, to a certain degree, I’m glad it worked out that way. It was a lot like your first day in this world. You were surrounded by people who wholeheartedly love you.

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Between illnesses (yours and mine), we managed to stay pretty busy with playdates and lunch get-togethers with friends. During our lunch with the McPhersons at Calypso Café, I noticed that you kept turning around and smiling at someone behind us, and when I finally turned to see who it was, I discovered the entire café staff, about ten people, were line up and smiling at you. The next week when we went to Calypso with Miss Bridget, a nice gentleman came over to say hi to you because you were smiling at him. All through lunch, you continued to wave at him. I have to admit, he was rather good looking. Since Miss Bridget is single, I don’t think she minded the extra attention. You make a good wingman!

On the days we were stuck at home because of illness, we cuddle up on the sofa, watched Yo Gabba Gabba!, and ate sherbet. I never thought I’d watch television and feed sweets to my not-quite one year old, but you were so restless and uncomfortable. It was the only way you’d sit still. It wasn’t ideal, but it still felt good to relax and cuddle together.

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Over the past few weeks, it has become increasingly apparent that you’re becoming a unique and determined child and less of an impassive infant. It seems as though your chubby cheeks are disappearing as your face develops more curves and contours. I know that you have many, many years of growing ahead of us, but it is bittersweet to see this phase coming to a close. I’ll always look back on it fondly, but I’m eagerly looking forward to meeting you and your emerging personality.

I know it’s so trite to say it, but this past year has been quite an adventure. I’ve seen you grow from a helpless infant to a determined little girl. Your father and I often watch you toddle across the room in awe. I didn’t anticipate how truly amazing it would be to see you grow and develop. However, I think the most unexpected part of the past year has been my own metamorphosis. Being your mother has changed me permanently and for the better. I smile when you smile, laugh when you laugh, and hurt when you hurt. I’ve become more sympathetic to others and more accepting and open with my own feelings. I don’t know what this next year will bring, but I know it will include boundless amounts of love.


Love,
Momma

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