I don't tend to get too religious or spiritual on here very often. I do need to update everyone on our Church Search, as I'm happy to report it has finally come to an end and we've found a church that both Mr. Cob and I are happy attending. But that is not what this post is about.
This post is about the power of prayer. Which I wholeheartedly believe in. And this post is about reaching as many people as I can to request your prayers for some friends. We have two different friends who have babies in the hospital right now. And they could both use some prayers and happy, love filled thoughts sent their way.
So whoever your God is, if you could add these two sweet souls and their families to your prayer list, it'd mean a lot.
Baby Ella was born last Friday a few weeks early (6.5 to be exact). She's a little thing and is in the NICU right now. Her mama is one of the strongest women I know, so I have no doubt that Ella is a fighter and will get to go home soon. Baby girl, we're all behind you, cheering you on! Her mama will likely get discharged from the hospital today and so I'm sending her love too as I know it will be hard to leave without her new baby.
Baby Marco is almost 9 months old and his mom and I became friends when we were pregnant (we actually met through Ella's mom). Marco and Lukas started daycare together and his parents have become good friends of ours over the past year. Marco has had some health scares in the past that were pinpointed to serious food allergies. But he's now in the hospital and the doctors don't know yet what is wrong, but they're working hard to figure it out.
I can't imagine what it is like to have your little baby in the hospital, but I know that the support of friends and family and even strangers can't hurt. So please send these two families some love.
And hold on tight to the ones you love a little longer than usual today. Life is so precious.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
What I bring to the table…
Cob, here. So last weekend, Mrs. Cob and I went to a birthday party at a place called Dip and Dab. Here is the set up. BYOB, BYOF. They supply you with paint, canvas, and a teacher lady who shows you how to paint a picture that is at the front of the room. Grab the big pointy brush, use some green and make some trees. DRINK. Now here’s a river, use some blue on this one. DRINK.
At this point it was apparent that I suck at painting. I had already screwed up my skyline and river so I thought I could cover the mistake by painting a man’s face over it. You know have the forest scene in the background. Crap, his head is too large… ah Crap, that chin is too wide… let’s cover it with a beard. Hm, ok now a mouth… shit, no red paint. So, Blue lips? … yeah its cold out there, hypothermia. Ultimately, I painted a hobo dying of hypothermia down by the river.
Suffice to say, art is not my thing. In fact, the incident with the drunken hobo and his frigid, frigid death is just the tip of the iceberg (pun absolutely intended – sorry). I have been to museums, the Louvre even, and I just don’t get it. For example, at the art museum by millennium park in Chicago (can’t even remember the name) they have a room filled with medieval weaponry. They also have what I am told are many great pieces of sculpture and painting. But all I do is look at the swords. Look, I know it is simplistic, but I like paintings that look like the thing they are depicting. “Hey that is exactly what that is supposed to look like.” Yeah… it is shameful. And here’s the problem, Lukas will be looking up to me to teach him things and when it comes to art, Daddy is a Neanderthal.
Part of raising a child is teaching them what you know and what you love, and hoping they like at least some of it so you have something to talk about when you are 70 and are too old learn the new stuff “them kids are into.” What is embarrassing about what I bring to the table is that while it is a ton of fun, it is ultimately useless. For example, being a Cubs fan is pointless. It has been for at least 103 years and there is no end to that futility in sight.
But let’s, for the sake of this blog, imagine Lukas grows to love, er obsess, over the things I do. Being obsessed with Mr. Show, Saturday Night Live, Monty Python, the State, Patton Oswalt, the Sklars, Star Wars (movies and novels), J.R.R. Tolkein, Marvel Comics, Weezer, the Beatles, Seinfeld, Role playing games, board games, video games, Judd Apatow Movies, and beer brewing involves a set of skills that are really only useful in pub trivia. Don’t get me wrong, I do know a lot of things, which my wife tells l me are helpful, and I follow directions well (can follow the shit out of a recipe or flow chart). Also, I know how to make people laugh without taking my pants off, which is a pretty useful skill (this is not to say that I don’t also make people laugh by taking my pants off, but I digress). Its things like art, ballet, theatre, and literature other than science fiction that are things that I wish I knew more about, or even understood, such that I would also help Lukas learn and enjoy them. After all, kids tend to mirror their parents, so if he doesn’t learn to appreciate these things from me, then from who? Well there is Mrs. Cob isn’t there? Great, problem solved. Looks like it is up to you to bring some sophistication into this little boy’s life.
Good luck, my love.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
When Did This Happen?
As I walked passed the Crate & Barrel storefront I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the store window and had to do a double take. Who was this woman in a dress and high heels pushing a baby in a stroller? I recognized the dress and high heels part; my everyday outfit pre-baby. But the stroller and baby part made me stop in my tracks. I had one of those "when did this happen" moments?
It feels like yesterday that I was a college student living in the sorority house juggling drinking and studying, nary a care in the world. A lot has changed since then and I'm not that same woman anymore. She's definitely a part of my life and has shaped me into the person I am today, but thankfully, she and I are no longer the same person.
Somewhere along the way I grew up. I suppose at some point we all do.
I can't pinpoint an exact time when this happened. It's been gradual and the icing on the cake was probably having a baby. The day Lukas was born was the day I stopped being selfish and putting myself before everything else. He had to come first. And I've learned a lot about myself and changed a lot since he was born.
I'm no longer timid about speaking my mind, especially when it comes to my son. Before Lukas, if I was concerned about a situation or feeling like something was off, my typical reaction was to just let it slide. Someone else would take care of it, I'd rationalize. I didn't want to be the source of trouble. But in the past two months, I've found myself picking up the phone to call Lukas' school and express my concerns about one situation and walking into to the administrator's office to speak directly about another. Two things I would have gotten extremely nervous about before. But now I didn't hesitate at all, even though Mr. Cob at first was concerned that I was becoming "that parent". It is my responsibility to protect Lukas and speak up for him, since he cannot. That is my job as his mother.
I have also found that I'm not quite as narcissistic or self conscious since becoming a mother. I'm that person who always look at myself in anything resembling a mirror. It's a bad habit I picked up along the way. I generally care about how I look and try to present myself as nicely as possible in public. But I also used to really care about the number on the scale and feel somewhat self conscious in a bathing suit. While I still tend check myself out in windows, elevator doors and picture frame glass, I don't have such a critical eye anymore. I definitely don't have the same toned body I once did, but when we go to the pool now, while I don't sport my tiny bikini, I do wear my tankini proudly and not give a second thought to the size of my thighs. I figure I have this adorable, healthy little boy that people are looking at instead of me anyway. I'm also proud and amazed at what my body has done in the past year. So while I do still want to tone up and lose a few more pounds, I'm at a place where I'm totally happy with my body.
Life also seems much more precious now. It's not worth fretting over whether all the dishes are in the sink or the weeds are all pulled. Or whether we have the latest gadgets or cars. There will always be someone with a bigger house, a nice car and fancier shoes. We may not eat at the hippest restaurants or go out to the newest bars, but I wouldn't trade my current state of home life and my amazing family for anything in the world.
I'm not sure exactly when I became this woman, sometime between saying I do and rocking my baby boy to sleep, but I like her and am happy she's here.
It feels like yesterday that I was a college student living in the sorority house juggling drinking and studying, nary a care in the world. A lot has changed since then and I'm not that same woman anymore. She's definitely a part of my life and has shaped me into the person I am today, but thankfully, she and I are no longer the same person.
Somewhere along the way I grew up. I suppose at some point we all do.
I can't pinpoint an exact time when this happened. It's been gradual and the icing on the cake was probably having a baby. The day Lukas was born was the day I stopped being selfish and putting myself before everything else. He had to come first. And I've learned a lot about myself and changed a lot since he was born.
I'm no longer timid about speaking my mind, especially when it comes to my son. Before Lukas, if I was concerned about a situation or feeling like something was off, my typical reaction was to just let it slide. Someone else would take care of it, I'd rationalize. I didn't want to be the source of trouble. But in the past two months, I've found myself picking up the phone to call Lukas' school and express my concerns about one situation and walking into to the administrator's office to speak directly about another. Two things I would have gotten extremely nervous about before. But now I didn't hesitate at all, even though Mr. Cob at first was concerned that I was becoming "that parent". It is my responsibility to protect Lukas and speak up for him, since he cannot. That is my job as his mother.
I have also found that I'm not quite as narcissistic or self conscious since becoming a mother. I'm that person who always look at myself in anything resembling a mirror. It's a bad habit I picked up along the way. I generally care about how I look and try to present myself as nicely as possible in public. But I also used to really care about the number on the scale and feel somewhat self conscious in a bathing suit. While I still tend check myself out in windows, elevator doors and picture frame glass, I don't have such a critical eye anymore. I definitely don't have the same toned body I once did, but when we go to the pool now, while I don't sport my tiny bikini, I do wear my tankini proudly and not give a second thought to the size of my thighs. I figure I have this adorable, healthy little boy that people are looking at instead of me anyway. I'm also proud and amazed at what my body has done in the past year. So while I do still want to tone up and lose a few more pounds, I'm at a place where I'm totally happy with my body.
Life also seems much more precious now. It's not worth fretting over whether all the dishes are in the sink or the weeds are all pulled. Or whether we have the latest gadgets or cars. There will always be someone with a bigger house, a nice car and fancier shoes. We may not eat at the hippest restaurants or go out to the newest bars, but I wouldn't trade my current state of home life and my amazing family for anything in the world.
I'm not sure exactly when I became this woman, sometime between saying I do and rocking my baby boy to sleep, but I like her and am happy she's here.
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