you have been on such a wild little adventure, already! one of your first big meals was steak and lobster! im such a good mom. haha. yum! and we went to see our friend sing (better than janice joplin, i swear) and had a lovely dinner. your first concert. ;)
in january, your dad took us to see a sludge metal band here in denver. it was a two man band and they were pretty ridiculous for just the two of them. i got a sticker, of course. your mom likes stickers. i have three, old, wooden suitcases with various things in them that i tattoo with stickers. the biggest one harbors all of my blank cards and cards given to both of us through the years (we have so many... we are very loved, apparently), the medium one holds all of your fathers and my cards and various trinkets given through our 17 year journey (your dad used to write love letters to me... the sweetness of courting...), and the smallest one is nothing but cards and letters from your late great grandmother. she loved to write letters to me. its absolutely insane how much i didnt realize how much she wrote to me until i compiled all of her letters for this suit case. she passed away early last year - 2014. she was my last living grand parent, and my closest. i told her things that i never told anyone. nothing odd - i just trusted her. she was like a best friend and i miss her dearly. anyway, i havent put any stickers on her case, yet. she will get things that remind me of her. sweet things, like flowers, which she planted every single year in her garden; cats, which she always had one or two; and whatever else.
in february, we went to our very first UFC. you'll soon see that mixed martial arts is a staple in our home. your father and i have seen every single UFC since its inception in 1993. you will be athletic, no doubt. your dad boxes - could have gone pro and, very well, still may (for a fight or 5), played football in college - strong safety - and wanted to go pro until he hurt his knee, learned Brazilian jiu-jitsu with one of the elite trainers in the world - master fabio santos, 7th degree black/coral belt who learned from helio gracie in Brazil and then trained with various Gracies until he got to the US and opened his own place (got his black belt from rickson, my favorite gracie), and now he powerlifts. that one kind of came unexpectedly due to a knee injury. it's funny how things work out. sometimes, as one door closes violently, another one opens quietly. ~ ~ ~ as for me, i grew up playing sports and dancing. i was in jazz, tap, ballet, and gymnastics when very young, then switched over to basketball and track in third grade and played those two from then all the way through high school. i was captain of the basketball and track teams (track was my first love) and i wanted to try something different in 9th grade and played softball and tried cheerleading... ug. for cheerleading, i ended up getting bumped up to JV instead of being on the freshman team and the varsity girls were pushing for me to be on their team. not my cup of tea, i learned... these girls were bleach blonde, fake tans, and way too much "spirit" than i could tolerate. i'm already teaching you to judge, haha. i was listening to depeche mode and the cure and they wanted to rock out to marky mark and whoever else was popular at the time. i didnt fit. that's really the point. not judging, as much. they were nice. just... not me. i could have been good at softball, but just wasnt feeling that, either. i went back to my faves the next year. i was a phenomenal runner and won all kinds of medals. i thought about running in college, but i just really didnt have the prep for it. my hs coaches were awful and were having me run five miles a day, in addition to various "training". i was a sprinter, not an endurance athlete. it made me slower. once i figured this out through reading books, i started to rebel and piss off the coaches by doing my own thing. one of them, finally, understood what i was talking about and worked with me to make me faster, not slower. i was inches away from breaking our quarter mile record, but sustained a pretty bad injury my junior year and lost a lot of ground. oh well! i was lazy in college, but your dad got me into boxing and i loved it! we sort of abandoned it after his knee injury, so i've been power lifting along with him.
you have very strong parents, at this point in life! =) especially your dad.
anyway -
in march, i plan to take you to a stevie wonder concert here in denver. =) we'll do something special every month of your creation. perhaps, skiiing??? snowboarding??? i'm itching... vail? breckenridge? maybe just loveland??? winter will be over soon enough and i want to get out on the mountain. your dad was sick for vail, a few wks ago, so we have time to make up!
you've been pretty quiet, overall. i'm just really tired, quite often. no real sickness. i feel light nausea, here and there. please, be safe and continue growing. i pray.
xo,
mom
* breakfast: oats, toasted coconut, almonds, raisins, hot chocolate
* lunch: protein shake w/ whole greek yogurt, chia seeds, greens scoop, blue and strawberries.
* dinner: who the hell knows. we'll see if i can even eat. its like that... and thats the way it is.
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