Sunday, March 11, 2012

Ritual

So I have this ritual.  Every year, the night before one of my children's birthdays, I end up tucking them into bed while I sob.  This was something that my mom used to do.  This was something that I used to think my mom was crazy for.  

There is just something so emotional about tucking your child in for bed at one age and them awaking the next morning a year older.  Last night I sobbed while I tucked Zoe into bed.  Eight-years-old seems so old.  Older then seven or any other year prior.  Tucking her into bed at seven-years-old, knowing that she would wake up eight-years-old, was about all I could handle at 11:00 p.m. last night. 

As a child this ritual always seems so ridiculously crazy to me.  I would roll my eyes at my mom every year and tell her I would be the exact same Rachel the next morning when I awoke a year older.  Now that I am a mom myself, I totally get it.  Yes, as my children grow they are the same kid,but they change and learn so much in 365 days.  In 365 days they just get that much more independent.  In 365 days they need you less than they did 365 days prior.  And although this is an amazing thing, it is also a bit heartbreaking.  

Last night as I kissed Zoe and said goodnight to my seven-year-old I cried because I reflected back on the night before she was born, the night before I became "mom".  Whoa. I had no idea what life had in store for me.  I had no idea how amazing being a parent could be.  I reflected on bringing my baby Zoe home for the hospital, how we had to wait over two weeks to bring our baby home.  I reflected on what a miracle she is.  I thought about my abundance of love for her and how I hope as an adult she understands how much I love her. 

After she wiped my eyes and told me she would always be my baby (yes, she really said that), I walked into my room for Paul to wipe my eyes.  As he was comforting his emotional bride, this came flying out of his mouth, "she is halfway to driving a car."  Yup, lost it all over again right there.  

Last night was rough for this mama, but today was filled with joy.  Presents, pancakes, a walk in the park, ice cream, cuddles, giggles, and wishes for her new year.  After she blew out her candle she told us about her wishes.  She wished for a good First Communion, thanked God for her family, thanked God that we have money so she could have a birthday,wished that my aunt Denise would remain cancer free, and her great-grandpa Fruth would get better.  She amazes me every day.  

Maybe someday she won't think her emotional mom is such a nut.  Today I hugged my mom a little bit tighter.  After all of these years, I get it now. Being a parent will bring you the biggest emotional highs and some crazy emotional growing pains.  Thanks to my own mom for loving me so much...I will always be your baby.  

4 hours old

Visiting our Zoe in the NICU

1st Birthday

2nd Birthday

3rd Birthday

4th Birthday

5th Birthday

6th Birthday

7th Birthday

Tea Party Birthday Bash Photos to come...




Sunday, January 8, 2012

Weekend-O-Dance

This weekend marked the celebration of the 11th annual Weekend-O-Dance.  Weekend-O-Dance is when all my best college dance friends come to town for a weekend of girl nonsense.  It is the one time a year that we are all in the same state together.  It is a weekend of reminiscing, catching up, dining, cocktailing, dancing, and laughing until our sides hurt.  Did I mention lack of sleep?  Yeah, there is that, too!  


This all started with my first year on the MSUM Dragon Dance team 12 years ago.  It used to be a weekend of dance practices and a dance competition at the Mall of America.  It has now turned into a yearly reunion with some of the best ladies I have ever met.  


I have suffered blood, sweat and tears with these girls.  Together we have achieved goals we never thought possible.  They have been there for me in the best and worst of times.  They have been my coach, teammate, roommate, classmate, bridesmaid, best friends, and so much more.  


They are some of the strongest, smartest, funniest, craziest, and kindest people I know.  I love them and am so happy that although so much time has past, and we live all over the United States, we always reserve one weekend a year for each other.  


Until next year, ladies.  This is for you...


1st Ever Weekend-O-Dance - 2002


Dragon Dance Team - 2003

 Dragon Dance Team - 2004
Meeting Zoe For The First Time

Dragon Dance Team - 2005 

Weekend-O-Dancing At My Wedding - 2005

Dragon Dance Team - 2006 
11th in the Nation!  

Dragon Dance Team- 2007 
9th in the Nation!

Summer Weekend-O-Dance - 2008

Special Edition: Farewell, Laura, Weekend-O-Dance - 2009 

Pregnant Weekend-O-Dance - 2010 (with "Larry")

Summer Weekend-O-Dance - 2010

Weekend-O-Dance - 2011

And a few shots from the most recent Weekend-O-Dance 2012
At the UofM's Best of the Best Dance Show

Welcome to the crew, Sara and Ashley!  

Us at the MOA competition  

That is a LOT of my favorite people in one photo :)  

Where it all began all those years back.  
I hope my girls meet friends and have
 experiences like this someday.  









Monday, January 2, 2012

New Year's Eve - Past and Present

Ahhh, the New Year.  A time to reflect on our past and focus on the goals of our present.  A fresh page in our book of life. I am a sucker for the New Year.  I create goals, lists, journal entries...  Nerd alert!  

One goal of mine this year is to return to blogging.  I know I have never been consistent.  And I am not quite sure why I even keep a blog.  It's not to have random people following me.  It's not in hopes for a book deal (obviously).  It's not because I have a ton of time on my hands to fill.  Mostly, I think, I do it because it is an easy way to capture snapshot moments of my life to pass onto others that are really important in my life, like my lil' Izzy girls.  Maybe someday they will learn something from my ramblings.  

This New Year's Eve I reflected on some of my New Year's Eve bashes from the past:

The high school years.  Where your mom lets you have
a sleepover, complete with grape juice wine. 


The college years.  Where the bar was the place.
Where you couldn't wait to kiss your boyfriend
at midnight.


The late 20s.  Where a dive bar is the place.  
The kind of dive where you can meet a
character like this.  Sorry, Kate!  


And 2012.  The year of - I'm 30, have two kids, 
and can hardly stay awake past 10.

The year that brought surprises like these...
First cousin sleepover at our house.  Complete
with Sir Beckam in a glitter cowboy hat.

11:30 p.m. snow angels.  

And a Happy New Year snowman.  

No matter what "stage" I was in, New Year's Eve has always been just right.  Each year so different and full of surprises - just like the new year ahead of us.  

May the best of your 2011 be your worst in 2012.  Here is to a year of health, happiness, and love.  






Monday, May 30, 2011

A Playlist For My Past 29 Years...

Tuesday is the very last day of my 20s.  Even at the age of 21, I never thought I would be 30.  As many of my best friends have already hit this milestone, a tradition of mine has been to create them a cd of 30 songs that remind me of them...to lessen the blow a little bit and celebrate our years of friendship.    

If dance is my number one passion, then music is a close second.  Every song I hear has a significant connection to a moment in my life.  When a song comes on I can tell you what that song reminds me of and why. I decided to reflect on my past 29 years on this planet and create my own playlist.  A playlist that outlines some of the most significant songs in my life, so far...  

1. Mama: Spice Girls
 Although it's ultra cheesy because it is the Spice Girls, my mom is my best friend.  She and I   have a extra special connection, especially since I was born on her birthday...a trend that would continue. 

2. Bette Davis Eyes: Kim Carnes
From an extremely young age, I have always love this song.  I guess I should have not been surprised to find out that this was the number one song on the day I was born.

3. Uptown Girl: Billy Joel
This is the first song I can remember hearing.  My grandma used to babysit me as a baby and I had two awesome aunties that would always entertain me.  I remember one of my aunts putting her massive headphones on my lil' head and spinning this record.  I used to love singing the "ohhh" parts.  

4. Maneater: Hall & Oates
This memory was also created at my grandparents' house.  I remember my aunts and my mom playing this song over and over again as they sang and danced around the kitchen.  Years later this song became as inside joke for the MSUM Dance Team...and I still dream of someone producing my Hall & Oates musical. I love me some Hall & Oates.  My mom and I recently saw them in concert last December.  

5. Ballerina Girl: Lionel Richie
This is me and my dad's song.  He has always called me his tiny dancer.  When I was just a lil' one he bought this record and played this song over and over again for me.  

6. Material Girl: Madonna 
My Madonna craze started when I was five.  I remember my aunt Denise bought this record and came over to our house to play it for me.  My mom bought me lace gloves just like Madonna's and I remember dancing to this song over and over again for them in our living room.  

7. Hey Mickey: Toni Basil 
I had a little Fischer Price record player in my room when I was little and this was my official first record.  

8. Nasty: Janet Jackson
I loved this song!  My mom bought me the single and I remember playing it over and over again in my room.  My little brother HATED this song, as the thought it was directed at him...hey, he was only like three or four at the time.  At one point he came into my room with tears in his eyes, whipped the record off the turn table and broke it in two!  This was the first official time out I saw my brother receive from my parents.  Haha, Nasty Boy.  

9. America: Neil Diamond
My mom found a guitar at a garage sale and brought it home for my brother and I to play with.  My brother and I would play America on our tape player over and over again.  He would pretend to play the guitar and I would dance of course.  We would both be lead singer.

10. Learning To Fly: Pink Floyd
My dad is fully responsible for my appreciation of great music and even greater artists.  You should see my dad's collection of albums!  Every Saturday he would blast his favorite albums on his massive stereo system and I would sit next to him as he told me why that specific band was so great.  I always loved when he played his Pink Floyd albums.  This is still one of my favorites.  We have been to many concerts together in my lifetime...one of the best was our first experience at Australian Pink Floyd's show in 2007.  

11. Why: Annie Lennox
Because of my dad, I have always loved great artists from an early age.  When kids my age were loving Vanilla Ice, I was loving singers like Annie Lennox. I guess this proves my mom's point that I have always been an adult trapped in a child's body.  LOL, what does that say about me now?!?!

12. The Freshmen: The Verve Pipe
It's weird how a song/experience sticks with you.  This is the first song I remember hearing after I found out I made the varsity cheerleading squad. Every time I hear this song I can remember how that moment in time felt like, sounded like, tasted like...weird the things our brain chooses to hang on to.

13. Your Woman: Alternative Rock Heros
This song is weird and I don't know why it has such a strong connection when I hear it.  It reminds me of high school, no specific memory, just high school in general. The nerves, the excitement, the friends, the experiences.  

14. Da Funk: Daft Punk
I remember the moment when I was old enough to be in the big dressing room behind the stage at my recitals.  I was a sophomore.  Everything about that dressing room was better.  The personal mirrors, chairs, the lights, and the music.  The senior girls always got to choose the music we played as we did our make-up.  This was the cd selection that year and I thought it was so cool.  

15. Who Do You Think You Are: Spice Girls
I know...how did the Spice Girls make the list twice?!  I don't know.  This song reminds me of my little sister.  She has been a little performer since she came out of the womb.  I think my friends sometimes came over to my house just to be entertained by her.  I remember dancing to this song over and over again with her, singing on the top of our lungs.  I was 17 and she was eight.  This year she turns 21...I think that makes me feel older than turing 30.  

16. Lady In Red: Simply Red
Oh teenage love.  At my senior prom my boyfriend at the time dedicated this song to me.  Yes, my dress was red.  At the time I thought for sure I was going to marry that Nate Anderson.  I am thankful for him and our four year relationship, as he showed me what I DID and didn't want in a husband.  

17. Go Ye Now In Peace: Coon Rapids Concert Choir
Being involved in choir taught me so much about the human spirit.  I met some of the nicest people in choir, people that I might otherwise never had been friends with. These friends taught me the true meaning of not judging a book by its cover.  We all had such a strong connection. It is a tradition at CRHS to sing this song at your last concert.  Listening to it can still bring me to tears.  Yes, my voice does exists on a few cds out there.  

18.  River Deep, Mountain High: Celine Dion
My favorite dance EVER.  This was the last dance I ever performed on stage during my 14 years at Stage Door.  This dance brought judges to their feet in a way that I have never seen since.  The last performance of this dance, at Nationals the summer of 1999, encompasses everything I love about performing: the fire inside as 100 dancers all hit the same steps in unison, the audience going wild, the judges giving you a standing ovation, accomplishment from blood - sweat - and tears.  Although this year marked my 27th year of dance, I have never experienced a performance quite like this one since then.  

19. Say Goodbye: Dave Matthews Band
Oh, Dave Matthews.  The college days.  He just seemed to speak to us all.  LOL.  

20. Get Gone: Fiona Apple
What do you do when you are a poor college student?  You drive around the city with your friends and listen to great music. Obviously gas was not $4 a gallon back then. 

21. Precious Things: Tori Amos
I accepted my first dance job in 2001. I also discovered my love for Tori around that time.  My dad and I LOVE us some Tori.  I learned I was a good choreographer and a great dance teacher as I taught my first students a dance to this song. It is an experience that I hold close to my heart.  

22. The Happy Song: JoJo
No matter what, this song can ALWAYS bring a smile to my face and a hop to my step.  It is one of the most played songs on my iPod.   

23. Lithium: Nirvana
This song always reminds me of the first time I met my husband.  He was (is) SO different from me.  Even though we came from two different worlds, I knew from our first date that we would someday be husband and wife. He has taught me so much and has made me a better person.  Why Nirvana?  I don't know.  Must be because that is his favorite band.  

24. Like A Feather: Nikka Costa
My friends and I feel like we discovered Nikka :)  To this day we don't understand why the entire world does not love her like we do.  I will never forget hearing this song for the first time, my friends and I jumped out of the car and danced in the middle of the street. Nikka is a true artist and as provided a soundtrack for my many memories of the past decade.

25. With Or Without You: U2
Paul and I joke that this is our song. We love U2 so much.  We love this song so much.  We are going to the concert in July and I can only imagine the tears will be streaming down our faces as we sing along with Bono.  

26. Right To Be Wrong: Joss Stone
I bought this cd soon after Zoe was born.  I remember playing it in our apartment as I danced around the room sing this to her in my arms.  

27. You And I: Michael Buble
Paul and I both have such passion for music.  When it came time to pick our wedding song we felt like we couldn't pick just one, but we had to for our first dance.  We chose this one...together we can concur the world, in love. 

28. Every Time It Rains: Charlotte Martin
I think I love to teach dance just as much, if not more, than dancing myself.  This is one thing that I can honestly say I feel I am talented at.  I felt I could bring things out of my students/teammates that they never thought they could do.  This song is an experience that I, and many of my original MSUM dance team members, hold close to our hearts. We achieved so, so much for that dance program in five short years.  My decision to quit teaching/doing choreography was one of my toughest to dance.  Some of those girls are, and always will be, some of my best friends.  I am so thankful for those five years of my life. 

29. Purple Rain: Prince
Prince has always been one of my all-time favorites.  My aunt used to make me tapes with his music on it, age appropriate of course.  I learned about all of Prince's other music later in life :)  Purple Rain is just ONE of my favorite Prince songs.  It reminds me of so many different things.  The tapes from my aunt Denise.  Seeing the Joffery Ballet performing this in their light up purple tutus when I was ten. Driving around Fargo with Amanda listening to this song on repeat.  Seeing Prince sing this song at his 07/07/07 concert with tears streaming down his face. Ugh, so good.

30. I Gotta Feeling: Black Eyed Peas 
Last year on my birthday I remember this song came on the radio as I was driving to work.  As I was driving I was crying (yes, on my birthday) because I was three days overdue with Roxie.  I just was SO tired of being pregnant and I couldn't believe she wasn't here yet.  I smiled as I heard this song because at the time it was one of Paul and Zoe's favorites.  Laster that day I heard this song on my drive home from work and again on our drive to the hospital.  Paul sang it to me through some contractions. Yes, I heard this song three times on my birthday.  I took it as a sign that my baby girl would be the third generation June 1st baby, and she was. 

If I had to pick a theme of my past 29 years I would say it would be determination and hard work.  I would also say it would be unconditional love. I am so lucky to have experienced so many amazing things, all which have come to fruition from hard work.  I am also so lucky to have such a close family and wonderful friends who love me no matter what comes our way.  If the next thirty years are as good as the past 29...I say Bring It On!  I can't wait to hear the soundtrack of my next 30.    












Monday, February 14, 2011

I Love You To Pieces...

Have you ever loved something to pieces, literally?  I'm not talking about a person or an animal, I'm talking about an actual "thing".  Well, I definetly have and now so has my sweet little Zoe.

The THING that we've loved to shreds is our "bankies". The blanket that my mom's best friend made for me as a baby accompanied me to bed every single night for about 22 years. When my husband married me, he also married my blanket.  Yes, seriously.  When that blanket had been loved to pieces and was hanging together by threads (it was actually tied together) I couldn't throw it in the trash.  I lovingly folded it up and placed it in my nightstand, where it still is to this day. 

The tears flowed as I folded up my faded, see-through, once was blanket to pack it away.  That blanket comforted me when I was frightened, sick, worried, and heartbroken. It calmed me the nights before a first day of school, dance auditions, job interviews and even the nights following the birth of my first baby. My blanket and I had seen every emotion together.  I used to say as a kid that if my house were on fire that I would run into my burning house to get my blanket.

Well, my sweet lil Zoe also found this comfort in her blankie, which she lovingly named Mr. Cozy.  Now her blanket was not handmade, so it has fallen apart many, many years before mine did (poor kid) :(  Mr. Cozy has been unraveling for a few months now and last week we knew there was no turning back...it was time.  We tried to explain to Zoe that the strands shredding from her blanket could be a choking hazard to her baby sister.  After a long, long hard cry Zoe was ready.  She folded up Mr. Cozy, gave "him" a squeeze and placed the blanket in her nightstand.  I think it was more heartbreaking for me, as she was having to give up her security blanket 16 years before I ever did.

The next morning as we were shopping I saw her staring at an isle of baby blankets with tears in her eyes.  I couldn't stand it, I asked her,  "Zoe, do you want to pick out a new Mr. Cozy?"  She explained to me that it wouldn't be the same, as it wouldn't smell the same.  I assured her that after time her new blanket with smell just as wonderful as Mr. Cozy (which Paul and I called Mr. Stinky behind her back).  She took her time and picked out a new blanket, which she has named Mr. Pinky.  Six-years-old is just too young to not have a beloved blanket.

On this Valentine's Day, may we all remember everyone and every "thing" that we love and could not live without.  Happy Hearts Day - Rae

Me with my "blankie" at 1 1/2.  Notice the vibrant colors!






Me at four-years-old.  I love this pic because I can see the backing on my blanket.
This is what my blanket looks like today.  No stuffing, backing.  Just a faded, tissue thin, most loved piece of fabric in the world.






Two month old Zoe laying on her blanket. 


Zoe and Mr. Cozy.





"Mr. Cozy" laying on top of what her blanket used to look like.  That's a lota love.
Roxie and her already beloved blanket.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

The New Definition of Ladies' Night...

There are all different types of ladies' nights:

- The first one you experience in middle school.  This involved a sleepover with movies, a game of truth or dare, boy talk, and usually someone ending up in tears.

- The next one you experience in high school.  This involved prank calls, "drive bys", caffeine, MTV, and boy talk. 


- Next comes ladies' night in college.  This usually involved hours of primping in front of the mirror, drink specials, lots of dancing more boy talk, and Taco Bell.



- The next one comes after you get married.  This involves dinner, wine-wine-and more wine, hours of catching up, husband talk, and us at the end of the night saying, "why don't we do this more often?"


- This weekend I experienced a different kind of ladies' night...a night all alone with my lil' ladies, Zoe, Roxie, and later my lil' sis, Ashley.  It was the first time I realized this was happening and how special it was.  A night full of baking, singing, dancing and giggling.  This quite possibly could be my favorite kind of ladies' night.  
Zoe and I in our matching aprons!

Zoe trying to keep Roxie busy.


Zoe mixing.



Flour nose.

She loved it.







Loving the rolling pin.
Cutting out our pumpkin cookies.
Time to frost.



Our spooktacular goodies.


No matter what type of ladies' night you are having, it always creates wonderful memories.