Monday, January 21, 2013

Last weeks adventures

Last week was quite eventful...actually, just the last 4 days.

Matthew had an infection in a toe and after one round of antibiotics, I decided he needed to see a foot doc. Needless to say working in a hospital has some bonuses because I can get names of some of the better ones. So we went on Thursday and it didn't go necessarily as planned.

Bottom line, I have never heard or seen my child writhe in pain in that way. I would never, ever wish that one another parent. Never. Ever. His pain was more than I could handle and there was not a thing I could do but sit next to him and allow him to squeeze the life out of my hand. He just kept looking at me, while shaking his head, saying, 'No more shots. No more shots.' I would have LOVED for there to be no more shots, but that wasn't my call. So I just told him to lay back, take some deep breaths and just squeeze my hand. I bonded with my son during those moments...sent some fairly unpleasant thoughts my husband's way as he can take partial responsibility. And, then was able to laugh a bit at the end because the doc was that good. In the end, he lost a part of his toenail and now realizes the importance of 1) bathing and 2) good fitting shoes. Alas, his toe is healing just fine and he feels no more pain.

I was able to take the pain and use that to my advantage on Sunday when I ran my first full marathon. After mile 16, I needed all the strength I could get because every muscle in my leg, foot, ankle, lower body was hurting. I thought of the following things to get me through every last mile:

- my mom's battles with cancer and the pain she endured through radiation (2x). My 26.2 miles were NOTHING compared to what this woman has been through...what am I complaining about?

-Matthew's face... I went back to Thursday when he was writhing in pain and knew that I had to do this for him to show you can push through any situation and make it. No matter how bad the hurt. His contagious smile, smarty-pants remarks, hugs every morning and night and big heart are what got me through...truly. He is my son and I love him. He is an inspiration in that he wants to be a runner like Joe and I (not that we are professional or anything, but it's something we enjoy as a couple).

- Mark: just because of his big smile. I would picture his face and imagine a hug from him and I could run a few hundred more feet.

- My co-workers...the girls at MGMC. Unacceptable, is what one of them said...meaning she knows that not finishing in my mind was unacceptable (she knows me all too well). Inspiring...Amazing...Crazy...Rock Star (how fitting)...just a few of the words used by them that helped me get through. Why does/should that matter? It's not actually the words, but the people that got me through. Each of the girls has something going on in their life that is a I ran for those struggles. It's up to us to face the mental challenge and mountain. Anyone can do it, as long as you put your mind to it and commit. Commitment. That's a word that many fear.

- My husband. Kept telling me how proud he was of me. I reminded him who started this family on this crazy running gig in life. He was there at the family reunion place when I finished...finishing before me because he had done this before. We both had the biggest smiles on our faces.

- My friends...because they are the ones who help me get through every day sometimes. Just little things they say or do remind me to keep going. Knowing we all face the same struggles in marriage, mothering and life is so good for my soul. I remembered all that I could and made a mental challenge for next time (maybe a half-marathon, not sure on the full again) to write them down and a reason I am running for them.

- My trainers...who not only have kicked my pants over the last few years.

- Last, but not least, for Newton. I figured there were 26 souls lost that one day in a matter of minutes. I ran 26.2 miles. I ran a mile for each one of them. Had their images in my head. Had their names written on a piece of paper in my pocket. 1 mile = 1 lost soul from Newton. I had to persevere through the pain because they will never have a chance to face such an adventure or challenge again.

And now, we get back to reality and look ahead to the next challenge. I turn 40 this year...and to celebrate, I am going to skydive. Likely won't happen until fall only because I want cooler weather, but I told Joe that is what I want to do for my birthday. Stay tuned for that adventure...

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

New Years 2013

Well, our New Year celebration was quite different than anticipated. I worked in the ER until 830p and came home only to develop a fever and sinus cold (still recovering). Joe had food and drink for us to enjoy alone together but the sparks were fizzled due to my illness. Oh well, there will be plenty more opportunities to come, I am sure. 

The boys were at different grandparents houses for the night. Mark enjoyed a fun evening watching the ball drop in NYC with Nanny and Papa, promptly falling asleep once it was done. 

Matthew was with my parents and my niece was there as well. Here's my mom's recap of the evenings events...Happy New Year everyone!

Emily and Matthew spent the night last night.  After the 4:30 PM Mass we went to an Italian restaurant for dinner.  Then we watched a couple of hours of AFV ... Now it was 9 PMand they needed to crack open their piggy bank which was about 9 years old and nearly filled with coins.  That was fun ... they each had about $35 ... a nice sum.   Off to the back yard where Matthew shared his sparklers with Emily ... the moon in the back ground came in and out of the clouds.  It was fun and "cold- temp wise" evening.  Bob and I went to bed at 10... they stayed awake until midnight.  Needless to say, both were tired this morning.  We had a "farmer's" breakfast: eggs, hash browns, turkey sausage patties and toast.  We took Emily home at 11:30 and Matthew was taken home at 1.

Happy New Year to each of you.   Mary

Sunday, December 30, 2012

One more day this year

So tomorrow is the last day of 2012...I can't believe the year has gone by this fast. Looking forward to 2013 and posting a few more of the Reynolds escapades. 

The boys are getting bigger and bigger each day. Mark is now 4 and Matthew 11-1/2. It's funny to hear Matthew complain about Mark talking so much or asking him so many questions. Mark calls him 'Brother', not Matthew. I think it's because we always refer to him as 'brother'. Who knows...

A few updates on the family...
- Mark is going to be our stylish dancer/artist. The moment music starts playing, his hips start wiggling, whether he's seated or standing. It even happens at school and the teacher's LOVE it! He is also very much into arts and crafts, which means I have a couple boxes of paintings, drawings, etc. And, I am being a total packrat because I want to look back and remember these days when he is all grown up. He is stylish in his own way, but seems to care more about his clothes than big brother. May be just a phase...let's wait and see. And, he is definitely his father's son. I had a moment the other day when I glanced at him quickly and had to look back because it was as if I saw a *little* Joe right in front of me. He has dad's curious nature and desire to know how things work. He's not afraid of, really, anything. Not sure if that's a dad characteristic or mom... Anyway, he brightens every day in our lives and we feel blessed that he was brought into our lives when we thought there would be no more children.

- Matthew is getting big...and entering the pre-teen years. OY VEY!! I guess I didn't realize the smell that trails along behind boys. Daily reminders of deodarant and actually using soap in the shower don't always work. He is getting better, but it's still a battle. He has no real concerns about whether his clothes match. He is into flag football...well, football in general. Next year, maybe tackle. Maybe. BIG Maybe. Matthew struggled transitioning into 6th grade this year, but now I think he's got it down. They made some changes at the school and I think it's been a transition for the teachers as well. But I do enjoy his teachers...getting tougher as they get higher up. It's all good. The one thing he and Joe share a love for...bowling. Bowling. Whoda thunk?! But it's special time for the two of them doing something they can enjoy. Took him to a Notre Dame game in So. Bend this past fall and it has bonded us more than ever. He saw my roots...saw where I grew up as a kid. Fell. In. Love. It was fall...cold weather...leaves changing...perfect time to get him back there. I love this kid...he is about 90% me and 10% his dad. 

- Joe...well, he's still cranking away with Skyline Productions. Moved into a new space in late January and business has been good for him. He produces a live weekly broadcast of the Mass via internet, TV and radio to the homebound. It's an amazing piece of work and many are impressed with the quality. He bowls once a week on a league and loves that time (would love it more if he had higher scores...all in time). He has completed 2 marathons and is going to try for his 3rd...yes, I am speaking about Joe Reynolds. Amazing. When we met, 15 years ago, he was into drive thru food and iced tea. He hadn't set foot in a gym. Exercise? Yeah, not happening. So, to see him now blows me away. He gets cranky when he doesn't get his workout in...or when he doesn't get food in. Between him and two boys, my food budget is out the window. I am proud of him. He has come a long way in life, both personal and professional, in the 15 years that I have known and loved him. 

-, still working away at MGMC in the Admitting department. Healthcare was definitely not what I planned on doing as a career, but it's a good and stable job for the family right now. I still have the bug for travel, but will see if that ever comes to fruition. As long as I can travel for leisure every now and then, I should be good. As stated above, took a trip home to So. Bend for an Irish game...a win, nonetheless, in OT. It was AWESOME. AMAZING. Game. Of. A. Lifetime. Too much to share about it but maybe another post for another day. Working towards my first marathon in January. Not sure if I will be able to do it, but Joe told me it's not about winning or great time, just finish it. That's so true. We shall see. 

Looking forward to 2013 and whatever it brings. We will face it together as husband and wife and family. God is my focus this coming year and bringing our family more aligned with the vocations we are all called to. 

Check back often as I am hoping to get updates on here at least once a week. May your new year bring much happiness and love to your family!

OHHHH...Notre Dame, how I love thee...

(This blog should have been posted in October 2012 when I was back in South Bend with Matthew for the ND/Stanford game...just a little behind...)

Notre Dame...what can I say...I so enjoyed my time with you. I loved sharing you with my son. I'm so overjoyed that you didn't disappoint in the excitement of TRUE college football excitement.

Just a few pics to hold onto until we meet again!

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Tuesday, December 25, 2012


It's Christmas again, where has the year gone. The day itself goes so fast I wish it lasted longer.

Joe was right..Mark LOVED the go cart. He is truly his fathers child. I got my Keurig. Matthew got a computer. Joe got sunglasses and a gift card.

But best of all, we had the day together...with family. I am learning to treasure these times more as our parents grow older. It's our turn soon to become parents to them. I love them what they've done and continue to do for us and the boys. I pray they are with us much longer but know the reality of age.

Looking forward to a FABULOUS 2013!

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Friday, November 9, 2012

Trying it out

Trying out this new app. Allows me to update my blog from the phone so I can do it more often. Can't wait - hope it works!

This was part of my racing gear from last wknd.

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Saturday, August 18, 2012


My 3-1/2 year old was touching my stomach this morning saying (and I
quote), "Mommy, you're so fat. Mommy you're so squishy."

Really? Joe told me to consider the source but he's a pretty smart kid. I need to get back on the treadmill for another hour? Or
do I give in to the pancake sitting on the counter?