She's decided lately I'm the only one for her. She's generally perfectly happy to flit between Hubs and me. But since Sunday, it's all about The Mama. It's cute. Exhausting, but cute. If she's on his lap fussing, and she spots me, she'll stop fussing and gasp, and then giggle. And of course then I have to get her. Really, what choice do I have?
We lay in bed and talk for a few minutes before we drift off. Lately, she likes me to sing L-O-V-E, from that Chanel commercial. She likes it when I get to the "even more than anyone that you adore" part. Then she talks to the magic bink for a few minutes before giving in to the sleepies.
She waves her hands when she's eating squash or peas. Everything else, she can't be bothered to focus. But squash and peas, I've got her undivided attention. The hands go straight out to the sides, and she flexes her fingers in and out, in and out while she yums it up.
But if she doesn't stop growling, she's always going to sound like Estelle, and that's not a good thing. I blame Hubs. When she starts barking, we'll know for sure it's his fault.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
Time, still flying...
Happy five months to my sweet little ladybug!
The boy's ultrasound went okay, I guess. We won't know anything until the doc reads it, but at least they didn't shoot needles into his stuff like he feared they might!
The boy's ultrasound went okay, I guess. We won't know anything until the doc reads it, but at least they didn't shoot needles into his stuff like he feared they might!
Delete, delete, delete...
I deleted a blog post. If you are one of the few people who subscribe to me, you may have seen it.
Not doing damage control, just felt differently about it this morning. So delete, delete, delete.
Last night I was having a pity party. Today I celebrate the people willing to fight for me. I've never had that, really, and it's kind of freakin' awesome.
Not doing damage control, just felt differently about it this morning. So delete, delete, delete.
Last night I was having a pity party. Today I celebrate the people willing to fight for me. I've never had that, really, and it's kind of freakin' awesome.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Scared for nothing?
We'll see.
The specialist was really nice. It was really hard to watch the Boy lay there and wince as he was poked and prodded on. The issue the pediatrician suspected may not be the real issue, though. He was right, to a degree, but there may be more to it than that.
So, an ultrasound at Women's and Children's on Monday. Then we'll take it from there.
The good news is, it may be more of a wait-and-see situation than a "gotta fix this NOW" kind of thing like I was originally told. So that's a bit of a relief, but it's still Mama's job to worry.
A funny aside:
Boy: "Mama, who were you calling?"
LA: "Roaster, to tell him about your appointment."
Boy: "Hey, I needed to talk to Roaster!"
LA: "About what?"
Boy: "That's not your bidness."
Yes, he said "bidness." Should I laugh at my 7 year old telling me to MYOB? I think I should when he says "bidness."
The specialist was really nice. It was really hard to watch the Boy lay there and wince as he was poked and prodded on. The issue the pediatrician suspected may not be the real issue, though. He was right, to a degree, but there may be more to it than that.
So, an ultrasound at Women's and Children's on Monday. Then we'll take it from there.
The good news is, it may be more of a wait-and-see situation than a "gotta fix this NOW" kind of thing like I was originally told. So that's a bit of a relief, but it's still Mama's job to worry.
A funny aside:
Boy: "Mama, who were you calling?"
LA: "Roaster, to tell him about your appointment."
Boy: "Hey, I needed to talk to Roaster!"
LA: "About what?"
Boy: "That's not your bidness."
Yes, he said "bidness." Should I laugh at my 7 year old telling me to MYOB? I think I should when he says "bidness."
Monday, December 10, 2007
Dumpy, dumpy, dumpy...
Miss Molly sums it up when she says Not ____ Enough. There's a reason we're soul mates.
I've been feeling really, really lousy. Lots of stress. I feel completely inadequate the vast majority of the time. Not enough money, not enough time, not enough love, not enough anything. I'm not funny enough, smart enough, nice enough, pretty enough, caring enough, something enough every minute of the day it seems.
I feel like the butt of the joke these days. Ain't it grand.
The Boy has a serious case of the gimmes, too, which really makes it hard. I want him to believe in the magic of Christmas, I want it to be a great time for him, but he's gotten greedy. Which makes me mean. And I don't like that.
His first appointment with the specialist is Thursday. Is it okay for me to be absolutely terrified? They're going to put my Boy, my baby, baby Boy to sleep. They're going to cut into him. And yeah, he'll be fine. I know that in my gut. But it's my BOY.
Anyhow, I'm looking into a new job tomorrow. A recruiter emailed me the job description today, and quite frankly it'd be perfect. Hubs could keep his job, we could move and make it work. It'd be a great change, more money, probably a happier life for all of us. Which means I won't even get an interview.
Yeah, I'm a bucket of laughs these days.
I've been feeling really, really lousy. Lots of stress. I feel completely inadequate the vast majority of the time. Not enough money, not enough time, not enough love, not enough anything. I'm not funny enough, smart enough, nice enough, pretty enough, caring enough, something enough every minute of the day it seems.
I feel like the butt of the joke these days. Ain't it grand.
The Boy has a serious case of the gimmes, too, which really makes it hard. I want him to believe in the magic of Christmas, I want it to be a great time for him, but he's gotten greedy. Which makes me mean. And I don't like that.
His first appointment with the specialist is Thursday. Is it okay for me to be absolutely terrified? They're going to put my Boy, my baby, baby Boy to sleep. They're going to cut into him. And yeah, he'll be fine. I know that in my gut. But it's my BOY.
Anyhow, I'm looking into a new job tomorrow. A recruiter emailed me the job description today, and quite frankly it'd be perfect. Hubs could keep his job, we could move and make it work. It'd be a great change, more money, probably a happier life for all of us. Which means I won't even get an interview.
Yeah, I'm a bucket of laughs these days.
A major award!
Monday, December 3, 2007
Worry
I switched the kids' pediatrician for several reasons. The new doctor is pretty cool, a little hyper, but a nice guy.
He noticed something on the Boy that the previous ped had never mentioned. It requires immediate attention in the surgical sense and may have some pretty serious long term repurcussions. I'm pissed off and terrified for him, but I gotta be brave so he'll be brave, right?
He noticed something on the Boy that the previous ped had never mentioned. It requires immediate attention in the surgical sense and may have some pretty serious long term repurcussions. I'm pissed off and terrified for him, but I gotta be brave so he'll be brave, right?
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