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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.11.81 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Sun, 20 May 2012 03:15:59 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>arms wide open</title><subtitle>Journal</subtitle><id>http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/journal/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/journal/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/journal/atom.xml"/><updated>2012-05-18T13:36:45Z</updated><generator uri="http://www.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace Site Server v5.11.81 (http://www.squarespace.com/)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>a few words.</title><category term="Healing"/><category term="PPD/A"/><category term="Second child"/><category term="Things that take my breath away"/><id>http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/journal/2012/5/18/a-few-words.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/journal/2012/5/18/a-few-words.html"/><author><name>Grace</name></author><published>2012-05-18T13:28:14Z</published><updated>2012-05-18T13:28:14Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><img class="iphone-image" src="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/resource/iphone-20120518092814-1.jpg?fileId=18269935"/></p><p>As I rocked my baby to sleep last night I was reminded that his tiny, delicate body in my arms is<br /><p style="padding-left: 30px;">a miracle of survival</p><p>a long awaited answer to prayer<br /><p style="padding-left: 30px;">a tangible piece of faith</p><p>a symbol of trust in something bigger than myself<br /><p style="padding-left: 30px;">a gift that I never deserved</p><p>and most of all</p><p>and it makes me teary just to think about</p><p>...he is {<em>all six months, three weeks, 18 pounds of him</em>} proof that new beginnings, as scary as they can be, really can heal those parts of us that remain broken.</p><p> </p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>the colors of mexico</title><category term="Mexico"/><category term="Pretty things"/><category term="poetry"/><id>http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/journal/2012/5/15/the-colors-of-mexico.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/journal/2012/5/15/the-colors-of-mexico.html"/><author><name>Grace</name></author><published>2012-05-15T13:44:25Z</published><updated>2012-05-15T13:44:25Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><em>the colors of mexico</em><br /><br />the soft flesh of a mango<br />dripping orange down my chin making a river to my elbows<br /><br />blue skies, a blue so magnificent, peppered with wispy white clouds, like marshmallows,<br />the kind they don't sell here at the market<br /><br />skin every shade of brown,<br />from dijon yellowish to deep coffee kernels<br />my sons, who are mexican, <em>g&uuml;eritos</em> white as crema<br /><br />the red of pomegranate seeds in september, sprinkled over drowned chiles <br />my fingers stained after trimming and cutting a kilo of fresas,<br />and the right side of your flag<br /><br />green palm branches swaying against a clear sky, the definition of freedom,<br />the symbol of home I look for<br />so as to never get lost<br /><br />pitaya, nopal, guayaba, chayote, camote<br />rich in color and flavor and dense in nutrients<br />that replenish the soul<br /><br />our feet, after a long day of work and play<br />coated with a dark grey dusting of grime,<br />evidence that the outside world sneaks past the bars and gates that secure us in<br /><br />the yellow motorcycle that now mostly sits parked,<br />reminiscing of its journeys across mountains to oceans days away, <br />through cobblestoned colonial cities, up the sides of cliffs not forgotten<br /><br />purple bougainvillea flowers so intense with color, <br />crawling along brick walls, surviving persistent heat and pounding rain</p>
<p>i'm blinded and reminded <br />that beauty surrounds me, disguised as it may be <br />by the gray of concrete and the brown neglected weeds</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>inspiration.</title><category term="Not much to say"/><id>http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/journal/2012/5/14/inspiration.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/journal/2012/5/14/inspiration.html"/><author><name>Grace</name></author><published>2012-05-14T12:22:05Z</published><updated>2012-05-14T12:22:05Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p style="font-size: 110%;">"there is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." | Maya Angelou</p>
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<p style="font-size: 70%; padding-left: 180px;"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/4925880811930495/">{source}</a></p>
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<p><em>do you have a story waiting to be told?</em></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>convos with solo.</title><category term="Silliness"/><category term="Things kids say"/><category term="just for fun"/><id>http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/journal/2012/5/9/convos-with-solo.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/journal/2012/5/9/convos-with-solo.html"/><author><name>Grace</name></author><published>2012-05-09T14:14:13Z</published><updated>2012-05-09T14:14:13Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Solo: I have a surprise for you!</p>
<p>Me: Oooh... okay. <em>::closes eyes::</em></p>
<p>Solo: No winking! Mommy... I say no winking!</p>
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<p>Solo: Humpty dumpty sat on the wall, Humpty dumpty fall on the wall.... Wait a minute. That how it go?</p>
<p>Me: ::giggles::</p>
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<p>Solo: ::very close to my face:: Mommy? You have a mustache.</p>
<p>Me: When daddy comes home he'll help me take it off. Remember that purple wax stuff?</p>
<p>Solo: ::blank stare::</p>
<p><em>the next morning...</em></p>
<p>Solo: ::looking at me intently:: Mommy? You still have that mustache? ::comes closer:: Yep!!</p>
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<p>Solo: ::playing outside with the hose:: Brr! That water just give me fist bumps!</p>
<p>Me: o_0</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>inexplicable.</title><category term="Brothers"/><category term="Parenting"/><category term="Things I'll never understand"/><category term="Things that take my breath away"/><category term="sSleep Drama"/><id>http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/journal/2012/5/7/inexplicable.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/journal/2012/5/7/inexplicable.html"/><author><name>Grace</name></author><published>2012-05-07T14:31:07Z</published><updated>2012-05-07T14:31:07Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>God, you've blessed me.</p>
<p>I woke up with my sick baby 4 times last night, one of which included crying for almost an hour.</p>
<p>I'm so lucky.</p>
<p>My 3 year old still has coughing attacks, and we're not sure of all his food allergies, and it's <em>often</em> he doesn't sleep through the night. His tantrums are fierce and his mood swings unpredictable, but his hugs are gold and his kisses magic.</p>
<p>I'm so incredibly, inexplicably lucky.</p>
<p>Two boys, two perfect and beautiful boys, with their distinct personalities and needs and demands, with their growing love and attachment to one another that literally takes my breath away daily... Them. Entrusted. <em>To me.</em></p>
<p>I'm so tired. So beat down-exhausted-haven't slept through the night in well over a year-drained. But, if I can look past the weariness and the daily nonstop demands - and today I CHOOSE to look past them - I see that what I have is incredible in ways even <em>I</em> can't wrap my mind around.</p>
<p>That I was chosen to be their mom, that they need me (which so often I complain about their need for me), their silky smooth skin and gummy smiles and contagious laughter and sparkling eyes.... given to me at a cost that sometimes feels unbearably &amp; endlessly hard ...</p>
<p>and yet,</p>
<p>I'm so so unbelievably, undeniably lucky.</p>
<p>My God, how you've blessed me.</p>
<p>~~~~</p>
<p>My words today are born of the grief I feel for <a href="http://www.hormonal-imbalances.com/">Diana</a> and her heavy loss; a loss that my mind cannot fathom, explain, or understand.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>two years.</title><category term="Blogging"/><category term="Healing"/><category term="Milestones"/><category term="PPD/A"/><category term="Second child"/><id>http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/journal/2012/5/4/two-years.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/journal/2012/5/4/two-years.html"/><author><name>Grace</name></author><published>2012-05-04T11:00:17Z</published><updated>2012-05-04T11:00:17Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>As of today I've been blogging for TWO YEARS.</p>
<p>This <a href="http://arms-wide-open.squarespace.com/journal/2010/5/4/the-beginning.html">here</a> was my very first {and awkward} post. Back then I think two people, maybe 3?, were reading. Now I think I'm up to the double digits.</p>
<p>In May 2010 I had just finished my <a href="http://arms-wide-open.squarespace.com/journal/tag/grad-school">master's degree </a>in Counseling. I wanted something new to stimulate my brain, some adult interaction, and a creative outlet. This blog was born.</p>
<p>I was one year, almost exactly, into treatment for<a href="http://arms-wide-open.squarespace.com/journal/tag/ppda"> Postpartum depression &amp; anxiety</a>. I had a 21 month old "baby." I was <a href="http://arms-wide-open.squarespace.com/journal/tag/second-child">struggling with the decision to expand our family.</a> I still didn't feel recovered or <a href="http://arms-wide-open.squarespace.com/journal/tag/healing">healed</a> &amp; I was desperately looking for a community to connect with online.</p>
<p>Through this blog I found everything I was longing for, and much, much more.</p>
<p>I found an army of women who've been through the fire I survived.</p>
<p>I found incredible women &amp; mothers to encourage and <a href="http://arms-wide-open.squarespace.com/journal/2011/10/17/what-i-look-like-speechless-baffled-overwhelmed-by-love.html">support me through my second pregnancy</a> and my ongoing postpartum experience, round two.</p>
<p>I am blessed.</p>
<p>With Rainer, almost <em>everything</em> has felt <a href="http://arms-wide-open.squarespace.com/journal/tag/differences">different</a>. I've had this blog to process and vent; I don't feel silenced. I have a support group; I don't feel alone. I have my past experience; I don't feel afraid.</p>
<p>It's hard as hell, don't get me wrong, but I'm making it. We're making it.</p>
<p>"Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, <em>to stand.</em>" {ephesians 6:13}</p>
<p><strong>To Stand</strong>.</p>
<p>Two years later, three years into recovery from PPD, another baby born, I'm standing.</p>
<p>Thank you, all who are reading, from the bottom of my heart. You are a piece of that armor.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Wordless Wednesday: brothers</title><category term="Brothers"/><category term="Wordless Wednesday"/><id>http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/journal/2012/5/2/wordless-wednesday-brothers.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/journal/2012/5/2/wordless-wednesday-brothers.html"/><author><name>Grace</name></author><published>2012-05-02T14:29:26Z</published><updated>2012-05-02T14:29:26Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><img class="iphone-image" src="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/resource/iphone-20120502102926-1.jpg?fileId=17985662" alt="" /></p>
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<p>{irresistible baby feet}<br />{personality abounds}<br />{Rainer trying to wake Solo up from his nap to play}<br />{first mesh feeder experience=BIG boy}</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>currently.</title><category term="Mexico"/><category term="Not much to say"/><category term="Sleep Drama"/><category term="Summer"/><category term="pure joy"/><id>http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/journal/2012/4/30/currently.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/journal/2012/4/30/currently.html"/><author><name>Grace</name></author><published>2012-04-30T12:10:46Z</published><updated>2012-04-30T12:10:46Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><img class="iphone-image" src="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/resource/iphone-20120430081046-1.jpg?fileId=17940404"/></p><p><img class="iphone-image" src="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/resource/iphone-20120430081046-2.jpg?fileId=17940405"/></p><p><img class="iphone-image" src="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/resource/iphone-20120430081046-3.jpg?fileId=17940406"/></p><p><strong>Reading</strong>: I just finished Bloom by <a href="http://www.kellehampton.com">Kelle Hampton</a> (AWESOME) And started <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Operating-Instructions-Journal-Sons-First/dp/044990928X">Operating Instructions: A Journal of my Son's First Year</a> by Anne Lamott a few days ago... & I love it so far! I'm on an inspirational-memoir kick and I can't stop!</p><p><strong>Watching</strong>: Ha. Hahaha. Absolutely zero time to watch movies or TV. I do, however, get in a few moments of Dora, Mickey Mouse, and/or Dino Train from time to time.</p><p><strong>Working on</strong>: Taking better pictures. With our warmer weather we are outside all the time, and I've been inspired by the beautiful lighting and beautiful boys that surround me. I've captured a few gems recently!</p><p><strong>Thinking about</strong>: Next year. I've been thinking about our friends who are leaving us this summer (especially Solo's lifelong best buddy). It makes me a bit sad to think about how next year will be quite different for us without them here. <a href="http://www.lauraleighparker.com/2012/04/goodbyes-missionary/">I read this post the other day and related on so many levels</a>. If you ever have to say goodbye, you might relate, too.</p><p><strong>Anticipating</strong>: This summer.<em> (Who isn't?!?)</em> We are just starting to talk & think about what we want to do with the four weeks Mr. P gets off in July. The beach? The mountains? Staycation in our backyard?</p><p><strong>Listening to: </strong><em>TFDI - Slow it Down</em>. Mr P found this song randomly & we can't get enough! We are also loving <em>Robin Spielberg</em> for instrumental, chill-ax background tunes.<strong><br /></strong></p><p><strong>Eating: </strong>Almond butter & celery, frozen cherries, tons of salad with goat cheese, pecans & cranberries, strawberry-banana-coconut soy smoothies, veggie stir-frys with Thai peanut sauce, Multi-colored quinoa from Trader Joe's (LOVE), and ice cream ice cream ice cream. It's hot here, people.<strong><br /></strong></p><p><strong>Wishing: </strong>I wish Rainer would sleep longer stretches at night. It would be nice to put him down at night and whisper in his soft, sweet ears, "see you in the morning, lovely boy." Unfortunately it's more like "See you in three hours, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/I-Love-You-Stinky-Face/dp/0439634695/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1335788874&sr=1-1">stinky face</a>." <strong></strong></p><p><strong>HAPPY MONDAY!!!</strong></p><p><strong>xo<br /></strong></p><p>~~~~</p><p>The idea from <em>Currently</em> posts comes from <a href="http://sometimessweet.blogspot.mx/2012/04/currently_18.html">here</a>.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Happy half birthday!</title><category term="Birthdays"/><category term="Brothers"/><category term="Milestones"/><category term="pure joy"/><id>http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/journal/2012/4/18/newsies.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/journal/2012/4/18/newsies.html"/><author><name>Grace</name></author><published>2012-04-25T10:00:34Z</published><updated>2012-04-25T10:00:34Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><img class="iphone-image" src="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/resource/iphone-20120425060034-1.jpg?fileId=17858438"/></p><p><img class="iphone-image" src="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/resource/iphone-20120425060034-2.jpg?fileId=17858440"/></p><p><img class="iphone-image" src="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/resource/iphone-20120425060034-3.jpg?fileId=17858441"/></p><p><img class="iphone-image" src="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/resource/iphone-20120425060034-4.jpg?fileId=17858443"/></p><p><img class="iphone-image" src="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/resource/iphone-20120425060034-5.jpg?fileId=17858444"/></p><p><img class="iphone-image" src="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/resource/iphone-20120425060034-6.jpg?fileId=17858445"/></p><p>Yesterday you turned six months old! Today is the first day of the second half of your first year. (whew!) I'm so proud of us for reaching this milestone! You are healthy, happy, and growing rapidly. <br />You scoot backwards at a rapid pace, do "push-ups" with hands and feet, eat three solid meals a day, take mostly 3 consistent naps a day, and giggle incessantly at your big brother.</p><p>You wear mostly 6 month clothing still, some 9 month rompers, and the random 12 month onesie. You love your evening bath around 6:30 or 7 (splashes & giggles galore!) and usually by 7:30 you are sacked out. Night feedings are all over the place still, which has got to end someday, right? <em>RIGHT?!?!</em></p><p>Oh and this.</p><p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/storage/photo.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1334842340564" alt="" /></span></span>Guess he can't really be left alone in the bouncy seat anymore.</p><p>You are growing up soooo fast! <br />Happy half birthday little one!</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>It is good.</title><category term="Brothers"/><category term="Healing"/><category term="Moms"/><category term="Parenting"/><category term="Things kids say"/><category term="What is Home"/><category term="pure joy"/><id>http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/journal/2012/4/24/it-is-good.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/journal/2012/4/24/it-is-good.html"/><author><name>Grace</name></author><published>2012-04-24T13:30:20Z</published><updated>2012-04-24T13:30:20Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><img class="iphone-image" src="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/resource/iphone-20120424093020-1.jpg?fileId=17838633"/></p><p><img class="iphone-image" src="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/resource/iphone-20120424093020-2.jpg?fileId=17838636"/></p><p><img class="iphone-image" src="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/resource/iphone-20120424093020-3.jpg?fileId=17838638"/></p><p><img class="iphone-image" src="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/resource/iphone-20120424093020-4.jpg?fileId=17838639"/></p><p><img class="iphone-image" src="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/resource/iphone-20120424093020-5.jpg?fileId=17838642"/></p><p><img class="iphone-image" src="http://www.armswideopen-blog.com/resource/iphone-20120424093020-6.jpg?fileId=17838645"/></p><p>The initial adjustment "home" after visits in the states with family is hard. Sad. Lonely. <br />But then we eventually snap out of it and lean harder into one another and recognize the beauty in this little life we have here. Far away from our families, yes, but together here we are nonetheless. <br />And there's lots of beauty in that. <br />It's going to sound cheesy but whatevs. You guys? My kids are bringing me so much joy lately. Like bursting, overflowing, delicious amounts of joy. <br />So many people told me it would happen, but it's not until I experienced for myself watching my boys play together that I could truly understand how happy and light it would make my heart. <br />So happy. <br />They adore each other. It's basically the cutest thing I've ever witnessed. Solo tickles Rainer and he squeals. Rainer practically tips himself over head first trying to watch everything his big brother does across the room. <br />Solo squeezes his chunky thighs, tousles his hair, and asks to see his butt because "it's so cute!!"<br />I love them. <br />The bond I feel with Rainer lately is something I treasure more than words can express. I could kiss and hug him a million times a day and it would never be enough. He is so fun. SO FUN. Yes, I'm saying this about a baby!<br />The other day Solo exclaimed, "it's so fun having a baby!!!" I love seeing life through his eyes. And it IS so fun. <br />(that last picture is a "piece of cloud" according to Solo. & how lucky are we that it landed in our house?!)<br />We spent the weekend doing a whole lot of nothing. Just being. And that's exactly what we needed to feel refreshed after an emotional week transitioning back. </p><p>How was your weekend?</p><p> </p>]]></content></entry></feed>
