My grandmother used to tell me that it didn't matter what I read, as long as I read something.
So I used to spend my summers reading trashy romance novels in her garden (or as she affectionately called them "bodice rippers"
Somehow I dont think Gramma had this in mind... teh_buttsecks
Friday, April 18, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
As different as night and day
Already at only 5 months my darling little spud his showing his personality.
And it is amazing to me how different my two children are (though it bugs Mr. Dreadful to no end that they look indentical at this age, if one were to put a picture of The WeeV and Spud at 5 months next to each other, it would appear as two photo's of same child)
V as a child was a cuddler, he loved nothing more than taking a snooze face down on Mommy.
We used to while away more than a few afternoons with him happily snoozing and drooling on me.
Spud will have none of that, he'll nap sitting on my lap, but he must be face out, toward the world. Meeting it face on even in sleep.
Both are happy children, one more cautious the other more stubborn.
And it is amazing to me how different my two children are (though it bugs Mr. Dreadful to no end that they look indentical at this age, if one were to put a picture of The WeeV and Spud at 5 months next to each other, it would appear as two photo's of same child)
V as a child was a cuddler, he loved nothing more than taking a snooze face down on Mommy.
We used to while away more than a few afternoons with him happily snoozing and drooling on me.
Spud will have none of that, he'll nap sitting on my lap, but he must be face out, toward the world. Meeting it face on even in sleep.
Both are happy children, one more cautious the other more stubborn.
Back on the field again.
So a few weeks ago I stepped back out on to the pitch...Ahh the sweet smell of artificial turf, how I missed you.
Now those of you who are regular readers (ok the maybe two or three of you that are occassional readers) know that I have played the sport of the gods ...aka..soccer...aka..football
FOREVER (30 years) ...as my knees can attest.
But for the first time in that forever I started to run that first night back and...didn't go anywhere with any sort of accelleration.
My pregnancy, two month incarceration in hospital, and the follow month(s) which have added up to a year off the field have made me old..and very slow.
I felt like my legs were made of lead (because my arse clearly was) and I was dragging a U-Haul uphill.
My mind was racing down the field, however my body was still lagging far far behind.
So I went home and cried. Because I was too fat, slow and old to play soccer anymore.
And being a soccer player is a part of who I am.
I know I just need to accentuate the positive and all that other rah rah nonsense.
Bugger
Now those of you who are regular readers (ok the maybe two or three of you that are occassional readers) know that I have played the sport of the gods ...aka..soccer...aka..football
FOREVER (30 years) ...as my knees can attest.
But for the first time in that forever I started to run that first night back and...didn't go anywhere with any sort of accelleration.
My pregnancy, two month incarceration in hospital, and the follow month(s) which have added up to a year off the field have made me old..and very slow.
I felt like my legs were made of lead (because my arse clearly was) and I was dragging a U-Haul uphill.
My mind was racing down the field, however my body was still lagging far far behind.
So I went home and cried. Because I was too fat, slow and old to play soccer anymore.
And being a soccer player is a part of who I am.
I know I just need to accentuate the positive and all that other rah rah nonsense.
Bugger
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