Showing posts with label mom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mom. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Yoga

On Saturday morning I asked my Mom to take in a yoga class with me. Instead of saying, "At 8am..after a thirteen hour road trip? Did I raise you to be a crazy person?" she said:

"Can I have a cup of coffee first?"

When the instructor asked "When was your last yoga class?" my Mom said, "Thirty years ago". I thought Mom would like the instructor because she doesn't play new age twaddle and uses anatomy terms to explain the purpose behind the stretches. As it turned out Mom rocked the class and held moves that I was dropping. I deduced that Mom enjoyed the experience as we enjoyed some post-class chai tea when Mom asked if we could go again later in the week.

Jump to Monday night as we geared up for a second 6pm yoga class. Alice had spent so much time climbing her Grammy and singing the "DaDa" song that she had skipped an afternoon nap and for an added bonus was teething like mad.
I worried about abandoning Tony to a scream-filled bedtime, trying to explain to Alice why Mommy wasn't in her appointed place for bedtime nursing. I made a unilateral decision to abandon yoga and apologized to Mom for causing her to miss her new favorite pastime. Mom looked crestfallen though she said it was fine and we decided to take a walk instead.

Rather than just orbiting the neighborhood I made for the Evangeline Cafe", which is a cajun place. When we walked in they had a real zydeco band playing full tilt and folks dancing all over the place. We ordered fried shrimp and dirty rice and had a Mother/Daughter beer at the bar while we waited. "Do you like this place?", I asked. Mom turned to me with a huge smile.

"This is WAY better than yoga!"

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Hair Update

My Mom told me tonight that she thinks I should go ahead and get the pixie cut. She is also all for the blue coif, though she also suggested purple (it goes with my coloring). I am flumboozled. Mom once advised me against the wild notion of getting bangs!

Tony says he is also all for the change. Wow. I think I might have to do this.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Mom is headed out of town

Well, my Mom just rolled out of the driveway after a whirlwind week of renovation and decoration. Mom was sweet enough to bring us several needed items all the way from Albuquerque. We gained an 8 foot bookshelf, a lawn mower, a weed whacker, and an edger. Now Tony can attack our forest-like lawn with suburban gusto.

Mom didn't stop at furniture. She MADE our living room curtains! Ya'll, she even bought a sewing machine to accomplish the task. They look great, though Mom was annoyed by an apparently uneven stitch (I can't see it) that she wants to drive back to Texas and fix before the baby arrives!

She also did mundane chores that are tricky for my 8 months pregnant self. Like vacuuming the stairs. We have the original yellow Dyson. A big drawback of this machine is the incredible force of the hose. A person with could easily be yanked down the stairs while the vacuum tries desperately to suck it's hose back to the base. Falling down the stairs would be bad at this juncture. Wouldn't be great for my Mom either, but she assured me that she could stay upright.

I can't say enough about how wonderful it was to have my Mommy here. In fact I got a little greedy. When Mom said,
"Maybe I should stay another day..." I didn't try terribly hard to dissuade her even though she has a lot going on at home.

Today however we had gotten to the silly point. She has a meeting in 48 hours in another state. So it was time to say goodbye until next time. I haven't lived with my Mom since I was 17 (I went to college a little early) and I see her pretty often. I am not usually such a sad-sack about living in a different state from my Mom. But at this very moment I miss her like crazy.

It's gonna be funny when the kid is old enough to have attachment issues and is wailing, "But WHY can't we stay at Grandma's house for another day?!" and I will have to think of a good reason while Tony rolls his eyes and starts the car.

For the record, Tony didn't want her to go either since his house repairs started moving at a very rapid clip once my Mom showed up!
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