20 posts tagged “family”
Bucket + kid’s head =
Yeeeah.
For my amusement. Because isn’t that why we have kids… for the entertainment value?
EXACTLY.
Isn’t it one of the first rules of blogging (that you do not talk about blogging… oh man that was so lame! heh) is to keep an entry to one subject — one narrative? Well, let me tell you right in advance that I obviously lack that gene. Or skill. Or the will to follow that rule. Can’t/won’t/don’t wanna.
Okay. That said, I have a lot on my mind lately. (more…)
I would tell you the things that are going on, but who has the time?
Instead? I present my son, asleep.
He is the personification of beauty, in my eyes:
There you have it.
The phone rings. It’s Greg.
G: Hey. I’m on the bus. I caught the 4:30 and we’re just crossing Devonshire.
Me: That’s super! Hey, did you know that ♪ the wheels on the bus go round-and-round, ♪ round-and-round, ROUND-aaaand-rou…
G: Hey, I gotta go. *click*
Where? Where does he have to go? He’s ON THE BUS!!
You know those cutesy little cartoons that say things like “Happiness is… …cuddling.” Or some tripe like that. I do not relate.
They need to come out with a one panel cartoon that says, “Happiness is… …your cat barfs in front of the baby who crawls through it, tracking it on the new carpet, and then you discover it when you pick him up and he smooshes cat barf on your clothes and then lays a really snotty kiss right on your mouth.”
Because THAT. THAT is something I relate to.
A year ago today was Mother’s Day. I remember that I was so sad that day. I thought, “really now, we’ve done all the things we’ve needed to do to become parents and it’s been over a WEEK - so where is my baby, already?”
Verbatim, I thought that. (
Talk about self-indulgent. My today me would like to go back in time and pop the then-me right in the forehead. Seriously, I was such a dip. I had no idea that I just needed to be a little more patient and everything we’d done would pay off more than I could have ever imagined.
The then-me, the self-indulgent sulking-like-a-teenager me, just didn’t realize that if I could only wait another day - just ONE more day - everything would be Right. A lot more complicated, but so Good. So worth waiting just one more day.
Today is my sweet, quirky, silly, smart little turkey was born. I am grateful to the woman who gave birth to him so that he could be our son. I hope that she’s okay. But most of all, I’m thrilled that he’s my little boy. My fiery little Aidan.
Greg and I are so grateful and fortunate (those words don’t even convey the sentiment on a scale grand enough) to have this little blonde-haired, blue-eyed, squawking, balloon-loving, cat-molesting, kiss-giving, snuggly little boy in our family, as our son.
Happy Birthday Aidan! You’re an awesome boy. Mama loves you times infinity.
Ti-faux: Full of “Parental Control”, courtesy of my husband. Thanks, Greg. You know how long it took me to delete those 15 shows? Good grief, y’all.
Foot: Full of pain. Sprained. Wonder why? Tripping over toys and/or boxes while carrying any or all of my 20 lb babies.
Sleep: HAHAHAHA. Kidding.
Outside: Full of sunshine. I love Southern California. If I had my way, I would coerce friends and family into living here. Seriously, why would you not? (Rhetorical.)
Kids: Full of puke. I need to do laundry (why am I not doing it right now? Oh, right. Procrastination. I can’t wait until my laundry is in the house.) because I have baby vomit on almost every single top and dress. It’s attractive.
House: Full of excitement. The house will be complete on/about 4/24, and we will close within the week. Then we will move shortly thereafter. Do I hear anyone volunteering to help? Bueller? Bueller…?!?
Family: Full of loooove. I asked Aidan to give Daddy kisses this morning and he turned around and kissed me. He never gives kisses on demand (doesn’t stop me from trying!) and I melted into a big pile of mama. He’s the most special baby boy, ever. Ever. I can’t believe my little boy is less than 2 months away from turning one year old. I want him to stay little forever. I am so conflicted seeing him grow up. I want him to stay little forever, but I’m so PROUD of him and all the things he can do! (Being a mama is haaaard!!)
Fin.
Why is it that when he’s in a good mood it’s “DadadadadaDADAdadada” but when he’s in a mood it’s “MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” like he’s a goat being slaughtered?
Riddle me THAT, Batman.
I’m up late tonight. Yep, it’s the Pepsi Max again.
Not really. Just my old pal, insomnia. (Gah.)
So I’m surfing every single parenting website and blog known to manom.
You see, we’re going through a change ’round these parts on April 7th. Both kids are going to be home with me during the day. I’m still going to continue to look for a job in the area where we’re moving, but — no one will be in daycare.
Back in November when I became unemployed, Aidan remained in daycare. I was going to pick up another job and poof. We’d keep on keepin’ on. But then… well, that just didn’t happen (for whatever reason, mine is not to ask why) and Madison came into our lives. Being home with Madison full-time has been a wonderful thing for both her and for me, too — not to mention how much schlepping and how many people we have in our lives and home as a result. I also find myself missing Aidan during the day and lamenting that he’s not with us. So, I brought the topic up with Greg this week to take him out of daycare until such point that I go back to work once we move. We already have a daycare lined up, but in the interim I will be able to spend my days with my babies (and job hunt and pack during naps… in theory).
I’m really excited about this change. Aidan is usually home from daycare about once a week, anyway, so I’m accustomed to handling both of them solo. And bonus! As a trade-off, we’re going to have our housekeeper come more frequently to take some of that burden off our shoulders, too.
Win win win. Win. In fact, this is full of win.
