Contrary to what you must think, I do not enjoy being pinched, poked, pounded, groped, bit, slapped or shoved. I know, right? Moms these days.
You are so active and much too busy to take effort not to hurt me. So you do cause me minor injury every day. Today you put one of your tractor toys on my exposed calf and then flopped down on it. Some of my skin is now missing. Awesome.
You're 2. What did I expect?
But you're also sweet. You kissed my tractor-bitten leg this morning. Thanks, love.
XOXOXO
But seriously, if I could end one thing, it would be the groping. STOP. IT.
XOXOXO
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Sunday, May 12, 2013
My child
You possess great power over me. Let me explain.
You can completely shut down my brain function through the simple act of crying. When my baby cries, I can't read. I can't see straight. I can't process basic thoughts. I can't answer questions.
For example: When we were visiting Ken and Kari in Reno, we went to a sandwich shop. As we were ordering, you began wailing in my arms. Your voice pierced through my ear drum and emptied my brain of cognitive ability. I think the restaurant lady was asking if I needed a drink with my sandwich. I couldn't answer. I couldn't do a thing except hold you and panic. You were fine and I knew it, but my brain wouldn't permit me to form a response to the lady. Your Uncle Ken ordered me a drink. I didn't need it - I had a bottle of water from home in my purse. But I could not think well enough to say so.
Also, you sat on my lap this week as I tried to process an overnight shipment to Key West. It was my first overnight shipment ever, and I had to get it done in about 20 minutes to make it out in time. You were tired, or sad, or both. You cried, and in my stress, I asked you to stop crying. You cried harder. I asked you to stop crying again. You cried harder. At this point, you achieved total meltdown of Mommy's brain, and I pulled your sobbing body onto my lap. I couldn't think again until you fell asleep there. We didn't get the shipment out the way I intended, but Plan B worked fine and all was well.
Darling, I need you to use your powers for good and not evil. I hope you know that it's because I am so focused on your health and happiness that one wail from you reduces me to rubble. So please be kind. Try to learn to just fall asleep if you're tired, or close your eyes if you see something that scares you. That will help me look less like a spazzed out idiot in public.
On a sad note, we tried to nurse a baby bunny that a neighbor found rolling around in the dirt. I fed it, let it sleep on a heating pad in a little box, and carried it around in my bra for a couple days. You learned to expect it to be there. You called it "baby mon-mon" because I told you it was a bun-bun. You still pat my chest sometimes and ask if baby mon-mon is there, though I told you it fell asleep forever and Daddy put it outside. Your memory is amazing, and you are ever hopeful that mommy has the mon-mon in her bra. I wish I did, too.
After the bunny died, Grandpa Tractor came to visit for a couple days. You liked him pretty well. He played with you and teased you a lot. You started calling him "Papa" - short for Grandpa, I think. He loves you. He put shutters on our house and built my peas a fence to climb up. He is still learning to understand that you are a sensitive little guy. His sense of humor is generally not very sensitive.
Lastly, today is Mother's Day. It is my third Mother's Day of actual motherhood (cat parenting does not count, I've come to see). I'm still in awe of you, my child, and adore you. You're growing up a little every day. You learn a new word in a snap. Uncle Jake (not really your uncle, but we all like him) taught you what a wine cork is two nights ago, and you got it right away. I was changing your diaper the other day and happened to mention that I was cleaning your poo hole. You caught on immediately, and now like to talk about your poo hole. (Mommy suffers a bit of remorse about that.) And today I taught you how to rub your hands together when washing them, and it's pretty much the cutest thing on earth.
You are taking a nap now. I wish I was snuggling you and smothering you with kisses. Thank you for all that you give me every day. XOXOXO
You can completely shut down my brain function through the simple act of crying. When my baby cries, I can't read. I can't see straight. I can't process basic thoughts. I can't answer questions.
For example: When we were visiting Ken and Kari in Reno, we went to a sandwich shop. As we were ordering, you began wailing in my arms. Your voice pierced through my ear drum and emptied my brain of cognitive ability. I think the restaurant lady was asking if I needed a drink with my sandwich. I couldn't answer. I couldn't do a thing except hold you and panic. You were fine and I knew it, but my brain wouldn't permit me to form a response to the lady. Your Uncle Ken ordered me a drink. I didn't need it - I had a bottle of water from home in my purse. But I could not think well enough to say so.
Also, you sat on my lap this week as I tried to process an overnight shipment to Key West. It was my first overnight shipment ever, and I had to get it done in about 20 minutes to make it out in time. You were tired, or sad, or both. You cried, and in my stress, I asked you to stop crying. You cried harder. I asked you to stop crying again. You cried harder. At this point, you achieved total meltdown of Mommy's brain, and I pulled your sobbing body onto my lap. I couldn't think again until you fell asleep there. We didn't get the shipment out the way I intended, but Plan B worked fine and all was well.
Darling, I need you to use your powers for good and not evil. I hope you know that it's because I am so focused on your health and happiness that one wail from you reduces me to rubble. So please be kind. Try to learn to just fall asleep if you're tired, or close your eyes if you see something that scares you. That will help me look less like a spazzed out idiot in public.
On a sad note, we tried to nurse a baby bunny that a neighbor found rolling around in the dirt. I fed it, let it sleep on a heating pad in a little box, and carried it around in my bra for a couple days. You learned to expect it to be there. You called it "baby mon-mon" because I told you it was a bun-bun. You still pat my chest sometimes and ask if baby mon-mon is there, though I told you it fell asleep forever and Daddy put it outside. Your memory is amazing, and you are ever hopeful that mommy has the mon-mon in her bra. I wish I did, too.
After the bunny died, Grandpa Tractor came to visit for a couple days. You liked him pretty well. He played with you and teased you a lot. You started calling him "Papa" - short for Grandpa, I think. He loves you. He put shutters on our house and built my peas a fence to climb up. He is still learning to understand that you are a sensitive little guy. His sense of humor is generally not very sensitive.
Lastly, today is Mother's Day. It is my third Mother's Day of actual motherhood (cat parenting does not count, I've come to see). I'm still in awe of you, my child, and adore you. You're growing up a little every day. You learn a new word in a snap. Uncle Jake (not really your uncle, but we all like him) taught you what a wine cork is two nights ago, and you got it right away. I was changing your diaper the other day and happened to mention that I was cleaning your poo hole. You caught on immediately, and now like to talk about your poo hole. (Mommy suffers a bit of remorse about that.) And today I taught you how to rub your hands together when washing them, and it's pretty much the cutest thing on earth.
You are taking a nap now. I wish I was snuggling you and smothering you with kisses. Thank you for all that you give me every day. XOXOXO
Saturday, April 6, 2013
A heart-burster
WOW! You did something I've only dreamed about!
Two days ago, I said "Mama loves baby! Does baby love mama?" And for the first time ever, you nodded your head! In case it was a coincidence, I asked again. You nodded your head again! I asked if you love dada, and you nodded again.
I felt my heart go from 0 to 60 in a half second. What cuteness!
It's finally really spring here and you are in full appreciation. You want to go outside all the time and play in the dirt. You express yourself clearly by whining and saying "Dut! Dut! Dut!" while smashing yourself against the screen or glass door. How adorable. ;)
Seriously, you are adorable. People tell me all the time. But I already knew. And the only girlfriend you can have is me - until you're at least 25. Trust me, you'll thank me later.
Love you, darling.
Two days ago, I said "Mama loves baby! Does baby love mama?" And for the first time ever, you nodded your head! In case it was a coincidence, I asked again. You nodded your head again! I asked if you love dada, and you nodded again.
I felt my heart go from 0 to 60 in a half second. What cuteness!
It's finally really spring here and you are in full appreciation. You want to go outside all the time and play in the dirt. You express yourself clearly by whining and saying "Dut! Dut! Dut!" while smashing yourself against the screen or glass door. How adorable. ;)
Seriously, you are adorable. People tell me all the time. But I already knew. And the only girlfriend you can have is me - until you're at least 25. Trust me, you'll thank me later.
Love you, darling.
Monday, April 1, 2013
In your own words
Doodle, your vocabulary has really grown! Here's what you say now:
9 o'clock: any time of day
Ba: Bus
Ba-ba-bo: Red
Back: Back
Bah: Box
Ball-Ball: Ball
Bee: Bee
Bee: Jeep
Be-eh: Big
Beh: Bed
Bieee: Bike
Bieh: Bite
Bo: Boat
Boo: Boots
Boo: Blue
Bo-uh: Book
Bow: Bowl
Boobies: Boobies
Cach: Clock
Ceese: Cheese
Choo-Choo: Train
Co: Coat
Cold: Cold
Dada: Daddy
Dats: Touch
Dig-Dig: Tractor or construction vehicle
Duh: Dirt
Eee: Eat
Eye: Eye
Fass: Fas
Fi: Fly
Go-Ga-Go: Go
Gocks: Socks
Ha: Hat
Hi: Hi
Ho: Hole
Home: Home
Iieee: Light
Knee: Knee
Mama: Grandma
Mama: Mama
Mao-Mao: Cat
Mieff: Mice
Mine: Mine
Mo-Mo: Elmo
Mo-Mo: More
Moo: Move
Mouff: Mouse
Nadeladeladelana: Banana
Neh: Kleenex
Nees: Sneeze
No: No
No: Snow
Nu-Nu: Nursing
On: On
On: Off
Pa: Paw
Pee: Pee
Pee: Peeper
Pete: Pete
Poo: Poo
Rah: Rock
Ta: Stuck
Ti: Stick
Tit: Sit
Toe: Toe
Too: Shoes
Turt: Shirt
Turts: Church
Two: Two
Uh-Oh: Uh-Oh
Up: Up
Wa: Walk
Wa-Wa: Water
Way: This way/That way
Wiee: White
Wow: Wow
You string together a few phrases, like "more cheese" and "big stick." When we see a Jeep Wrangler (your favorite vehicle by far), you say "Bee! Tats!" You want to touch the Jeeps, and we do whenever we can... Like when they're parked and I think no one is looking. There used to be a great red Jeep at Costco, but they recently replaced it with a different display vehicle. My heart was broken for you; we petted that Jeep every time we went to Costco. You'd start hollering about it when you realized we were turning into the Costco driveway. Poor baby.
Lastly, you and I are sick yet again this year. It's about your fifth cold and my third so far. Here's hoping that the winter is finally ending, and with spring, our health will improve.
Love you, tiny Toodle.
9 o'clock: any time of day
Ba: Bus
Ba-ba-bo: Red
Back: Back
Bah: Box
Ball-Ball: Ball
Bee: Bee
Bee: Jeep
Be-eh: Big
Beh: Bed
Bieee: Bike
Bieh: Bite
Bo: Boat
Boo: Boots
Boo: Blue
Bo-uh: Book
Bow: Bowl
Boobies: Boobies
Cach: Clock
Ceese: Cheese
Choo-Choo: Train
Co: Coat
Cold: Cold
Dada: Daddy
Dats: Touch
Dig-Dig: Tractor or construction vehicle
Duh: Dirt
Eee: Eat
Eye: Eye
Fass: Fas
Fi: Fly
Go-Ga-Go: Go
Gocks: Socks
Ha: Hat
Hi: Hi
Ho: Hole
Home: Home
Iieee: Light
Knee: Knee
Mama: Grandma
Mama: Mama
Mao-Mao: Cat
Mieff: Mice
Mine: Mine
Mo-Mo: Elmo
Mo-Mo: More
Moo: Move
Mouff: Mouse
Nadeladeladelana: Banana
Neh: Kleenex
Nees: Sneeze
No: No
No: Snow
Nu-Nu: Nursing
On: On
On: Off
Pa: Paw
Pee: Pee
Pee: Peeper
Pete: Pete
Poo: Poo
Rah: Rock
Ta: Stuck
Ti: Stick
Tit: Sit
Toe: Toe
Too: Shoes
Turt: Shirt
Turts: Church
Two: Two
Uh-Oh: Uh-Oh
Up: Up
Wa: Walk
Wa-Wa: Water
Way: This way/That way
Wiee: White
Wow: Wow
You string together a few phrases, like "more cheese" and "big stick." When we see a Jeep Wrangler (your favorite vehicle by far), you say "Bee! Tats!" You want to touch the Jeeps, and we do whenever we can... Like when they're parked and I think no one is looking. There used to be a great red Jeep at Costco, but they recently replaced it with a different display vehicle. My heart was broken for you; we petted that Jeep every time we went to Costco. You'd start hollering about it when you realized we were turning into the Costco driveway. Poor baby.
Lastly, you and I are sick yet again this year. It's about your fifth cold and my third so far. Here's hoping that the winter is finally ending, and with spring, our health will improve.
Love you, tiny Toodle.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Let's Talk About: Safety
My love.
Today we heard bad news about a lovely young man who died in a motorcycle accident.
That makes three young men who attend church with us who have died within the last year. All were much too young. All died in reckless activities.
As a result, there are children who will never be born. Young ladies who will never call them "husband". And mothers who will never feel whole again.
So I ask you my darling - Please be safe. Have proper respect for things that can hurt you, like cars, guns, and motorcycles. Don't live in fear, but be smart.
What do I mean? Abide by the speed limit. Don't ever drink and drive. Don't text and drive. Don't drive tired. Don't keep guns loaded - if you even have a gun. It is my preference that you never own one. Don't be tempted by speed. If you really want to ride a motorcycle, take a safety course and always wear a helmet. Don't ride at night when cars can't see you. And don't go too fast. That is never safe, and never a good idea.
If you have friends who want to break these rules, find new friends. Good friends should not be dangerous people.
There are no guarantees in life, sweetheart. We are never promised a single day of a year. We can't be sure that we can try again tomorrow. So do it right the first time, darling. Be careful. Be happy, but respect that life is a fragile, beautiful thing.
If you do, it's more likely that you'll have precious children in your future. You'll have a wife who loves you beyond words! And your mother will be so thankful for each day she has with you.
She already is.
Be careful, baby. Do it so you can BE.
Today we heard bad news about a lovely young man who died in a motorcycle accident.
That makes three young men who attend church with us who have died within the last year. All were much too young. All died in reckless activities.
As a result, there are children who will never be born. Young ladies who will never call them "husband". And mothers who will never feel whole again.
So I ask you my darling - Please be safe. Have proper respect for things that can hurt you, like cars, guns, and motorcycles. Don't live in fear, but be smart.
What do I mean? Abide by the speed limit. Don't ever drink and drive. Don't text and drive. Don't drive tired. Don't keep guns loaded - if you even have a gun. It is my preference that you never own one. Don't be tempted by speed. If you really want to ride a motorcycle, take a safety course and always wear a helmet. Don't ride at night when cars can't see you. And don't go too fast. That is never safe, and never a good idea.
If you have friends who want to break these rules, find new friends. Good friends should not be dangerous people.
There are no guarantees in life, sweetheart. We are never promised a single day of a year. We can't be sure that we can try again tomorrow. So do it right the first time, darling. Be careful. Be happy, but respect that life is a fragile, beautiful thing.
If you do, it's more likely that you'll have precious children in your future. You'll have a wife who loves you beyond words! And your mother will be so thankful for each day she has with you.
She already is.
Be careful, baby. Do it so you can BE.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Mommy Rave: Naptime
I LOVE naptime!
No, it's not what you think.
Naptime is the sweetest part of our day. That's when I get to hold the busiest little guy on earth. You settle down in my arms, sitting sideways on my lap with your cheek resting on my chest. I have you bundled in a blanket. I make the recliner rock. You know what this means and you don't fight it at all. Within a couple minutes, you're asleep.
I keep holding and rocking you for about 10 minutes - until you start to sweat. Sounds weird, but you sweat when you're really asleep.
Then comes the hard part. I have to put you in your crib. I don't want to. I love holding you, little boy. Love, love, love. But if I don't rest you in your crib soon, I hold you too long and it makes you wake up when I try to put you in your crib. Ten minutes after you zonk out is the perfect time. Even though I haven't had my fill, I have to do it. Then I creep out and do those boring mommy things: laundry, dishes, baking. I listen for you to wake. You're always on my mind!
Thanks for making naptime such a treat my love.
XOXOXOX
No, it's not what you think.
Naptime is the sweetest part of our day. That's when I get to hold the busiest little guy on earth. You settle down in my arms, sitting sideways on my lap with your cheek resting on my chest. I have you bundled in a blanket. I make the recliner rock. You know what this means and you don't fight it at all. Within a couple minutes, you're asleep.
I keep holding and rocking you for about 10 minutes - until you start to sweat. Sounds weird, but you sweat when you're really asleep.
Then comes the hard part. I have to put you in your crib. I don't want to. I love holding you, little boy. Love, love, love. But if I don't rest you in your crib soon, I hold you too long and it makes you wake up when I try to put you in your crib. Ten minutes after you zonk out is the perfect time. Even though I haven't had my fill, I have to do it. Then I creep out and do those boring mommy things: laundry, dishes, baking. I listen for you to wake. You're always on my mind!
Thanks for making naptime such a treat my love.
XOXOXOX
Friday, March 8, 2013
Two is not so terrible
Tiny squirming boy,
You turned two on Thursday! You did it! What a happy day for you. You took the early approach - you got up at 6 a.m. and began your day with a nap next to Daddy on the couch. I can't remember when you got your first gift, but you were very entitled all day.
We went out for lunch and you feasted on Mac and cheese. Then you took a monstrous nap (3.5 hours!) while your southern grandma and I went shopping. We bought you even more presents! After you woke up, we went out for dinner at Fritz's Railroad Restaurant. The food is awful, terribly awful, but it is delivered by a small train. Trains circle the interior of the restaurant at all times. And since this was a very train birthday for you, it was perfect. You absolutely loved it! It was the first time we'd ever taken you out to a restaurant and then had to do very little to keep you happy. We will go back to Fritz's any time for you... But we might pack our own dinner. ;)
You opened more gifts at home - a cloth John Deere tractor book sewed together by Uncle Ken, a Thomas the Train set from Grandma and Grandpa Tractor, a load of train toys from your mom and dad, some Hot Wheels, and a school bus shaped Magna Doodle. We have more gifts for you but we're spacing them out so you can appreciate them better.
You rewarded us by sleeping through the night last night. I know, we thought we had conquered that! But then you and I took a trip to visit Uncle Ken and Auntie Kari, and sleep habits went out the window. We had to share a bed there, and you kind of liked that. You liked waking up at night and finding mommy there. I became your pillow. I stopped sleeping when you stopped sleeping. How very convenient for you.
How I love you, my darling. You are the cutest little boy in the world. You're very clever and you're sweet. We will do all we can to make sure you don't have a "terrible two" year.
By the way - your new words include bowl - "bow", shirt - "turt", and church - "turtch". You also jibber jabber about things, and usually the last syllable is a real word. "Bellabalala duredurga ba?" is something about a ball. I get it. :) It amazes me when other people hear you talk - they don't understand a thing. I feel like your interpreter sometimes. And I like that. I think we should always be together, ok?
XOXOX
You turned two on Thursday! You did it! What a happy day for you. You took the early approach - you got up at 6 a.m. and began your day with a nap next to Daddy on the couch. I can't remember when you got your first gift, but you were very entitled all day.
We went out for lunch and you feasted on Mac and cheese. Then you took a monstrous nap (3.5 hours!) while your southern grandma and I went shopping. We bought you even more presents! After you woke up, we went out for dinner at Fritz's Railroad Restaurant. The food is awful, terribly awful, but it is delivered by a small train. Trains circle the interior of the restaurant at all times. And since this was a very train birthday for you, it was perfect. You absolutely loved it! It was the first time we'd ever taken you out to a restaurant and then had to do very little to keep you happy. We will go back to Fritz's any time for you... But we might pack our own dinner. ;)
You opened more gifts at home - a cloth John Deere tractor book sewed together by Uncle Ken, a Thomas the Train set from Grandma and Grandpa Tractor, a load of train toys from your mom and dad, some Hot Wheels, and a school bus shaped Magna Doodle. We have more gifts for you but we're spacing them out so you can appreciate them better.
You rewarded us by sleeping through the night last night. I know, we thought we had conquered that! But then you and I took a trip to visit Uncle Ken and Auntie Kari, and sleep habits went out the window. We had to share a bed there, and you kind of liked that. You liked waking up at night and finding mommy there. I became your pillow. I stopped sleeping when you stopped sleeping. How very convenient for you.
How I love you, my darling. You are the cutest little boy in the world. You're very clever and you're sweet. We will do all we can to make sure you don't have a "terrible two" year.
By the way - your new words include bowl - "bow", shirt - "turt", and church - "turtch". You also jibber jabber about things, and usually the last syllable is a real word. "Bellabalala duredurga ba?" is something about a ball. I get it. :) It amazes me when other people hear you talk - they don't understand a thing. I feel like your interpreter sometimes. And I like that. I think we should always be together, ok?
XOXOX
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