Order Up!

Now that I have a daughter this post means so much more! An oldie but a goodie.

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2 love handles, 1 over opinionated personality, and a side of entitlement!  Order Up!  I watched the waitress pick up the ridiculous slab of mess that someone had the nerve of actually requesting.  I watched with hawk-like  eyes to see who she sat the order in front of!  I wondered who could consume all that; it had to be for at least a family of four!  She left the counter and headed down the aisle, trying to balance the other over indulgent orders, a pound of high school insecurities and a heaping of wild and crazy hair.  At least someone ordered something appetizing and healthy as well; a side of confidence.  She rounded the corner and headed my way.  I looked around to see which of my restaurant cohorts had daringly took on this challenge.  She started to slow as she got closer to my table so I became more…

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Minute with Modo (#9): Cranky Pants

Cranky Pants

I was cranky today!

If I am completely honest I have been cranky for a few days. The biggest indicator was my utter frustration with my daughter. I have been blessed with one of the chilliest babies ever…and I don’t say that just because she is my little bundle of joy.

But these past few days every time she made a noise I found my skin crawling (she has been teething, so I am not a complete monster). If you have read my blogs you know just how much we yearned for our little girl so being annoyed with her really started to make me sad.

When I recognized this, I stopped….gave her a bath, read her a story, and held her until she fell asleep.

Parenting isn’t always about getting it right everyday….it’s about being conscious…..present….aware of the good and the bad.

So tomorrow I will start again…being the best mother I know how on that day.

Always with love,

Modo

Minute with Modo (#8): Collect memories not things

Collect memories not things

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This morning, while getting ready to leave the house my husband and I tripped over tons of stuff: parts to a bassinet that’s not being used, old magazines, and little poles to something that I have yet to figure out belong to what baby toy. In frustration the hubbs said “there is crap everywhere”! He was right! The house was messy but that’s not exactly what was meant by the statement. We had tons and TONS of stuff: keepsakes from vacations, photo albums from our childhood, and let’s not even talk about all the baby stuff (my living room looks like the furniture section of babies r us). This got me thinking….what would life be life decluttered? And not just physically, but emotionally as well. As part of my observation of lent I cut out all social media (excluding updating my blog) and it’s given me such an awareness of how I waste so much time being distracted. I truly believe that clutter (both physical and emotional) is distraction. Distraction from being our true selves….we have such a SHORT time on this planet and something in me is convinced that we are not supposed to be spending this precious time collecting stuff.

“Collect moments not things”

Always with love,

Modo

Minute with Modo (#6): Live out loud

Live out loud

Sooooooo this happened today:

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Yep! That’s me…on a kid’s ride…screaming my head off. First and foremost I clearly realized today that I need to get in shape…I’ve been working on it but I need to put the light to the fire because kid’s rides are NOT made for adults, BUT adults always have to ride with their kids….and squeezing all this fabulousness into that little seat was for the birds. LOL! But the point of this post is not about my juicy thighs…or even my really cute shoes (go ahead and look), it’s about screaming like a kid. When’s the last time you’ve done it? Gosh it’s freeing!!!! Take some time and just “enjoy life” this week (you know do all those cliche things): laugh like a kid, dance like nobody’s watching, etc….

Life is short…or we should be filling it with so many memories to make it feel like it is.

Always with love,

Modo

Minute with Modo(#5): WebMD

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WebMD

Stay away from this site! Genesis has been doing something that I thought was a cute little quirk…shrugging her shoulders. My husband SIMPLY said ” I wonder why she does that”….well what do you think I did!!??? webMD’d that shit of course! After 20 minutes I was convinced my daughter had epilepsy, seizures, was mentally retarded, and needed to be seen by a neurologist ASAP! After an hour of googling I was in TEARS! Literally terrified….I had to get up and just go hug her and take a deep breath. Listen folks who knows if it is something to worry about but one thing I know for sure is the internet won’t help me find the answer.

I am still going to call her doctor tomorrow though…smh…damn you google damn you!!!!

Always with love,

Modo

Minute with Modo(#3): Bad Food

Bad Food

Maybe I am getting old, but junk food really taste like junk now! I remember the days I craved Krafts Mac & Cheese, Cheetos, and sour straws….ok sour straws are still good (I just had (devoured….a whole pack…in a sitting….I digress) some last week). But honestly is it me or are my taste buds just outgrowing crap?

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The sweets monster himself, my nephew.

Always with love,

Modo

Minute with Modo (#2): Last Call

Last Call

After an exhausting day of moving, I watched all the kids get sillier and sillier, while the adults barely were able to keep from killing each other. Little kids remind me of my college days at the bars. You know when you hear those bittersweet words “LAST CALL”!!!! Then everyone rushes to the bar and tries to drink every single shot they have ever wanted to try in the past five years in approximately five minutes. Those last few minutes are ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUSLY AWESOME! Everyone dances their hardest, laughs their hardest, and quite often the most interesting memories are created in those last moments. How I miss college….

Always with love,

Modo

Minute with Modo (#1): The Christmas List

The Christmas List

Throughout my elementary school years I included a pony on my Christmas list every year. The list would read something like: a skip-it, new clothes, and a pony. Every year!!! On Christmas morning I always had this slight sadness when my mother didn’t escort me to our backyard to unveil my new playmate. But one year I didn’t include it. I can’t remember when… or even why I stopped, but I did. When do we lose that childlike belief that fairytales come true….should we? As I look at my little girl I wonder what she will convince herself that I am capable of producing in the name of love…in the name of magic. I pray that her requests will restore that childlike belief (in myself) that I AM capable of anything.

Always with love,

Modo

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