Days of our Laives

Lately, one of my goals is to set aside more individual time for myself. The reason this issue has come to the forefront of my life is because I feel like I've been slowly losing my identity. I don't really feel comfortable in my own skin anymore. I don't know how to describe myself to others. There are several reasons why I might feel this way, but I've decided it's too much trouble to figure out why and I should focus more on the solution, and that is to simply rediscover myself. One aspect of myself that I don't understand anymore is my body. I never really knew my old body to begin with, but what is certain is that my body is not what it used to be. It was "stolen" from me. When I was pregnant with Kira, I felt completely powerless to alter what was happening. Eventually, I just gave up and accepted it, but not in such a way that I actually understood my new body. So, my solution to remedy this is to take yoga. Yoga is something I wanted ...

I hate admitting that Kira is cute. I'm her mom and obviously biased, and I sometimes think it's tacky when mothers gush about their daughters. So I try my hardest to keep it to a minimum. This morning Kira did something so cute, I just can't contain myself. I was at the kitchen counter reading some emails and drinking my coffee, and she was at the kitchen table eating her breakfast. Suddenly, she points to the table and says, "Mommy, put-ta". I had no idea what she meant. My first guess is that she wanted me to "put" something on the table, but what, I don't know. I repeated what she said because when she knows that I'm misunderstanding, she'll adjust her pronunciation. "What's put-ta?" She looks away for a few minutes and I go back to emailing. She tries again, "Mommy, put-ta, peeeaaaas" (She pronounces "please" as "peas".) I could see she earnestly wanted something so I sat down next t...