It’s fun to sing along to the radio,
But it’s more fun to listen to your 3-year old sing the songs on the radio
It’s fun to have favorite songs come on the radio,
But it’s more fun to see your son’s face light up when a song he knows comes on.
It’s fun to watch a movie,
But it’s more fun to watch your son watching his favorite movie (and singing along, too)
It’s fun to plan a day to do nothing,
But it’s more fun to spend that day doing nothing with a babbling three month old little girl.
It’s fun to blow bubbles from a bottle,
But it’s more fun to watch the baby learning to blow bubbles in her drool. (cute, not gross)
It’s fun to have hot chocolate on a cold night,
But it’s more fun to share that hot chocolate with the little boy that is watching Polar Express and singing about hot chocolate.
It’s fun to buy things for your baby girl,
But it’s more fun to buy other things for your friend’s brand new baby girl!
See, I told you this was the most fun I’ve ever had!
Friday, January 25, 2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Please God, don't let me get pulled over...
I’ve been back at work for a couple weeks now, and have been doing the pumping at work thing twice a day… enough to keep my little chunker happy. This week was Rebecca’s first week at daycare also, and we’ve been adjusting very well. Except for the fact that the first two days she ate every hour and a half. You’d think that meant that she ate a little bit every time, but yesterday she ate six times for a total of twelve ounces!! As a comparison, she usually eats about six or seven ounces in that same amount of time when she’s at home. Maybe it was just a “growing day” or she was using food as a comfort while she’s adjusting to new surroundings. Either way, she used up all of the bags that I left for her at daycare. So, I dropped off new ones today, praying that it would be enough. I figured if it wasn’t, they’d call me.
Today was a doozy for me, though. We got ready for school and got in the car and on the road at the right time, and it was looking to be a great day! But then it came time for my conference period and I started getting my pump ready. And then I noticed that I didn’t have the plug that I needed. I called my husband in a panic, and then realized the only thing I could really do was go home and get it. Otherwise, I was going to be in pain and have a wet shirt by the time the next class started. So, I grabbed my pump and my purse and ran to the car and FLEW home. On the way home, I started planning. I had forty-five minutes to make a thirty minute round trip and pump for at least twenty-five minutes, including set up and cleanup time. I’m a math teacher, and that just doesn’t add up. So, I got my pump all set up, because once I got home, I was going to grab my plug AND some batteries, and I was going to pump in the car on the way back to school, and just pray that I didn’t get stopped on my way there. That just wasn’t something I wanted to try to explain to one of my husband’s coworkers.
Unfortunately, the batteries didn’t make it work. No idea why new batteries didn’t work in a pump that has used batteries before. So, I looked for the car adapter, but my husband had it for his laptop. So, I FLEW back to school so that I could plug in at school. I made it back to school with about fifteen minutes left in my conference period, so I hid in the office instead of going into my room, for fear of someone unlocking my door for my kids and everyone walking in to my worst nightmare.
All in all, it’s funny now, not so funny then. Can’t you just see it on TV? One of the funniest videos from the policeman’s dashboard camera, catching his face turn scarlet red, making excuses as he backs away from my car? Yeah, not what I want my fifteen minutes of fame to be about.
Today was a doozy for me, though. We got ready for school and got in the car and on the road at the right time, and it was looking to be a great day! But then it came time for my conference period and I started getting my pump ready. And then I noticed that I didn’t have the plug that I needed. I called my husband in a panic, and then realized the only thing I could really do was go home and get it. Otherwise, I was going to be in pain and have a wet shirt by the time the next class started. So, I grabbed my pump and my purse and ran to the car and FLEW home. On the way home, I started planning. I had forty-five minutes to make a thirty minute round trip and pump for at least twenty-five minutes, including set up and cleanup time. I’m a math teacher, and that just doesn’t add up. So, I got my pump all set up, because once I got home, I was going to grab my plug AND some batteries, and I was going to pump in the car on the way back to school, and just pray that I didn’t get stopped on my way there. That just wasn’t something I wanted to try to explain to one of my husband’s coworkers.
Unfortunately, the batteries didn’t make it work. No idea why new batteries didn’t work in a pump that has used batteries before. So, I looked for the car adapter, but my husband had it for his laptop. So, I FLEW back to school so that I could plug in at school. I made it back to school with about fifteen minutes left in my conference period, so I hid in the office instead of going into my room, for fear of someone unlocking my door for my kids and everyone walking in to my worst nightmare.
All in all, it’s funny now, not so funny then. Can’t you just see it on TV? One of the funniest videos from the policeman’s dashboard camera, catching his face turn scarlet red, making excuses as he backs away from my car? Yeah, not what I want my fifteen minutes of fame to be about.
Saturday, January 05, 2008
Every Day Christmas
Having a new little sister in the house means lots of things to all of us. For Micheal, it means a renewed look at old toys he had forgotten about, or toys that he never knew he used to love so much, and fully intends to love again!
Example one: We brought down the Exersaucer tonight, to see if she could sit up in it well enough to get her off the floor every so often... and after she spent five minutes in it before falling asleep, Micheal hasn't left it alone. He found the octopus that sings music, the frog that rings a bell, the starfish that squeak when you push them. Gotta love baby toys!
Example one: We brought down the Exersaucer tonight, to see if she could sit up in it well enough to get her off the floor every so often... and after she spent five minutes in it before falling asleep, Micheal hasn't left it alone. He found the octopus that sings music, the frog that rings a bell, the starfish that squeak when you push them. Gotta love baby toys!
Monday, December 24, 2007
Merry Christmas!
It has been almost a month since I last posted.... please forgive me!
I went back to school two weeks ago, leaving my baby girl with my mother-in-law for three days one week, and with her daddy the last week before breaking for Christmas. Then, we had family Christmas with his side of the family at our house on Sunday, and we're having Christmas with my family today and tomorrow. We needed an escape from our house.
Ever since June, we've had weekends full with family dealing with Mamaw and Papaw's failing health. We do our part, but it gets suffocating when you think you have a free Friday night before people are coming over, and instead, people show up early. Argh. So much for spending alone time with my husband. If it's not one of the two children needing my time, it's someone else needing my time, and I don't get to spend it with my husband or even by myself.
It's sad when you have to leave your own house to get a little alone time. Heck, leave your own city!
Anyway, I'm not stressing out about the holidays, and neither should you! They're almost over!
And then we all go back to school and back to having family at my house more than I am ready for! Yippee!
By the way... Anyone need any weekend visitors? Next time someone shows up at my house, I'm out of there. They can have the house. I'll escape to somewhere else.
Have a very Merry Christmas and enjoy time with your family... or time apart, whichever makes you happy!
I went back to school two weeks ago, leaving my baby girl with my mother-in-law for three days one week, and with her daddy the last week before breaking for Christmas. Then, we had family Christmas with his side of the family at our house on Sunday, and we're having Christmas with my family today and tomorrow. We needed an escape from our house.
Ever since June, we've had weekends full with family dealing with Mamaw and Papaw's failing health. We do our part, but it gets suffocating when you think you have a free Friday night before people are coming over, and instead, people show up early. Argh. So much for spending alone time with my husband. If it's not one of the two children needing my time, it's someone else needing my time, and I don't get to spend it with my husband or even by myself.
It's sad when you have to leave your own house to get a little alone time. Heck, leave your own city!
Anyway, I'm not stressing out about the holidays, and neither should you! They're almost over!
And then we all go back to school and back to having family at my house more than I am ready for! Yippee!
By the way... Anyone need any weekend visitors? Next time someone shows up at my house, I'm out of there. They can have the house. I'll escape to somewhere else.
Have a very Merry Christmas and enjoy time with your family... or time apart, whichever makes you happy!
Friday, November 30, 2007
From the Mouth Of...
Micheal… my favorite three year old!
- - After going potty, he decided to take off his underwear and only put back on his pants. When he emerged from the bathroom to exclaim his freedom from underwear, his daddy laughed and I asked why he didn’t want to wear underwear. He told me that he “just didn’t want to.” When I told him that normal people wear underwear, his response was:
Well, I’m not normal!
You’re right, kiddo! You’re not normal! You’re extraordinary!
- - After being put to bed, Micheal decided that he needed someone to lay down with him “for just a minute.” Problem was, Daddy had gone to bed already, too, and Mommy was trying to get a crying Rebecca to go to sleep also. We tried to lay down with him for a couple minutes, but Rebecca didn’t want to lie still, and Micheal couldn’t go to sleep without trying to love on his sister. So, we had to get up and let him go to sleep by himself. Micheal didn’t like that idea.
You need to give the baby to Daddy and come lay down with me.
I can’t do that tonight, Micheal, Daddy’s trying to sleep, too, and I’m trying to get you and your sister to sleep.
Well, you need a new baby that doesn’t cry so that you can put her down.
- - Somewhere in the depths of the floorboard of my car, Micheal found an old pair of cheap sunglasses with one of the sides missing.
Who broke my glasses Mommy?
I’m pretty sure that you broke them a long time ago.
When I was a baby?
No, not that long ago, but it was probably when you were smaller.
I think my sister broke it.
And so it begins… blaming the sister. Gotta love siblings!
- - After going potty, he decided to take off his underwear and only put back on his pants. When he emerged from the bathroom to exclaim his freedom from underwear, his daddy laughed and I asked why he didn’t want to wear underwear. He told me that he “just didn’t want to.” When I told him that normal people wear underwear, his response was:
Well, I’m not normal!
You’re right, kiddo! You’re not normal! You’re extraordinary!
- - After being put to bed, Micheal decided that he needed someone to lay down with him “for just a minute.” Problem was, Daddy had gone to bed already, too, and Mommy was trying to get a crying Rebecca to go to sleep also. We tried to lay down with him for a couple minutes, but Rebecca didn’t want to lie still, and Micheal couldn’t go to sleep without trying to love on his sister. So, we had to get up and let him go to sleep by himself. Micheal didn’t like that idea.
You need to give the baby to Daddy and come lay down with me.
I can’t do that tonight, Micheal, Daddy’s trying to sleep, too, and I’m trying to get you and your sister to sleep.
Well, you need a new baby that doesn’t cry so that you can put her down.
- - Somewhere in the depths of the floorboard of my car, Micheal found an old pair of cheap sunglasses with one of the sides missing.
Who broke my glasses Mommy?
I’m pretty sure that you broke them a long time ago.
When I was a baby?
No, not that long ago, but it was probably when you were smaller.
I think my sister broke it.
And so it begins… blaming the sister. Gotta love siblings!
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