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Listening to our bodies
I wrote this at 1:23am because I have not been sleeping. Not even a little. Not even at all. So, I listened to my body, got up and ate a bowl of Cheerios. And then another. I stopped before having a third only out of respect for the scarcity of Cheerios and the fact that they are so hard to come by. I think I'm also subconsciously aware that this is not the only night like this, so I should conserve the precious Cheerios for future sleepless nights.
We are constantly telling our girls "listen to your bodies." In fact, I just uttered that phrase 10 minutes ago. Claire woke up, disoriented, and kept yelling that she had to go potty. Since I was already awake, I helped her down from the top bunk and gave her moral support in the bathroom and trundled her off to bed, thanking her for listening to her body. And dreaming of the day (ever closer!) that we will no longer need Pull-Ups at night.
The phrase is meant to ward off more disgusting outcomes, like accidents in pants or snot/vomit/etc. being sprayed everywhere and it has generally proven successful. Just today, Ainsley asked "to go pee-pee in the potty," and she actually did! (For all you potty-training gurus out there, I salute you, but we have learned that our kids will do it when good and ready and no amount of me shouting this phrase over and over will compel ours to master the skill any faster). Our precious ones have a special double-dose of stubbornness that is unmatched in most people twice their size/age. When they stare back at us and decisively declare, "no treat, then" after we try to cajole them into finishing a meal, or willingly up their own ante from being in time-out to *asking* for a spanking, we have come to realize that they mean business. Seriously, what do you do with a kid who will forgo ice cream to prove a point?
We have been listening to poor Kirk's body in the last 12 hours as he runs to vomit every half hour. Maybe a return of the dreaded stomach flu that rampaged through our house a few weeks ago (please-no), maybe just exhaustion and his body ready for much-needed Spring Break next week.
This pregnancy has proven to be extra challenging and we are all constantly listening to my body to determine when I have to call all things off and lie down to get the contractions to stop. I am listening to the wild movements of Rock-a-Baby's body and have become convinced that this child may just resemble a stegosaurus (you know, the spiky one with all the sharp scales?). Pray that it listens enough to stay in for another 9 weeks!
So, this is a gross post. I understand. I actually haven't been willing or able to put any words onto this blog in quite some time because it has felt like I have not had much to say. There is nothing earth-shattering to report. I keep hoping for some deep, pithy truth to share, like what we are learning about ourselves, humanity, etc. But, no. I am still waiting to decipher many things here, waiting to see clearly, waiting to feel more useful. Also, it seems, we have been waylaid into a season of listening to our bodies, and thus have been unable to see much beyond that. I apologize.
There you have it. This is an update, of sorts. Lots of basic stuff happening here. Most of it gross. Tis the season we are in. Thanks for listening.
We are constantly telling our girls "listen to your bodies." In fact, I just uttered that phrase 10 minutes ago. Claire woke up, disoriented, and kept yelling that she had to go potty. Since I was already awake, I helped her down from the top bunk and gave her moral support in the bathroom and trundled her off to bed, thanking her for listening to her body. And dreaming of the day (ever closer!) that we will no longer need Pull-Ups at night.
The phrase is meant to ward off more disgusting outcomes, like accidents in pants or snot/vomit/etc. being sprayed everywhere and it has generally proven successful. Just today, Ainsley asked "to go pee-pee in the potty," and she actually did! (For all you potty-training gurus out there, I salute you, but we have learned that our kids will do it when good and ready and no amount of me shouting this phrase over and over will compel ours to master the skill any faster). Our precious ones have a special double-dose of stubbornness that is unmatched in most people twice their size/age. When they stare back at us and decisively declare, "no treat, then" after we try to cajole them into finishing a meal, or willingly up their own ante from being in time-out to *asking* for a spanking, we have come to realize that they mean business. Seriously, what do you do with a kid who will forgo ice cream to prove a point?
We have been listening to poor Kirk's body in the last 12 hours as he runs to vomit every half hour. Maybe a return of the dreaded stomach flu that rampaged through our house a few weeks ago (please-no), maybe just exhaustion and his body ready for much-needed Spring Break next week.
This pregnancy has proven to be extra challenging and we are all constantly listening to my body to determine when I have to call all things off and lie down to get the contractions to stop. I am listening to the wild movements of Rock-a-Baby's body and have become convinced that this child may just resemble a stegosaurus (you know, the spiky one with all the sharp scales?). Pray that it listens enough to stay in for another 9 weeks!
So, this is a gross post. I understand. I actually haven't been willing or able to put any words onto this blog in quite some time because it has felt like I have not had much to say. There is nothing earth-shattering to report. I keep hoping for some deep, pithy truth to share, like what we are learning about ourselves, humanity, etc. But, no. I am still waiting to decipher many things here, waiting to see clearly, waiting to feel more useful. Also, it seems, we have been waylaid into a season of listening to our bodies, and thus have been unable to see much beyond that. I apologize.
There you have it. This is an update, of sorts. Lots of basic stuff happening here. Most of it gross. Tis the season we are in. Thanks for listening.
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