Monthly Archives: August 2010

Conspiracy?

Some days I wonder about the following events of my life.  Are they innocent, bad luck, or simply the result of bad planning or perhaps part of a larger conspiracy to slowly make this momma go mad?  You be the judge.

1.  I decide that after weeks of running out of lunch meat prior to the week’s end, I will buy a full pound rather than a half.  The result?  Rancid ham in the icebox.  Hmm

2.  I pack small snacks along for an outing, since my kids have just wolfed down their breakfast, only to find that my children are famished and can no longer play/enjoy/do anything other than whine until they have been sufficiently fed again two minutes into the play date.  Hmm

3.  I pack sandwiches, small snacks, multiple beverages, fruit and even remember hand wipes for an outing and the girls wind up eating nothing.  And their hands remain pristine the entire time never requiring said hand wipes.  Hmm

4.  We decide to forego the sweatshirts because the weather outside appears to be delightfully warm and the girls say they are fine.  Little do we know that five seconds into the adventure all people under the age of 5 will suddenly be unable to function due to their shivers and whining about the cold.  All the while the sweatshirts sit in a pile by the front door back home.  Hmm

5.  I decide not to nap because I believe the girls are about to wake up and choose instead to do some dishes for what I think will be fifteen minutes or so.  Two hours later, I’m tired and bored and the children are still asleep.  Hmm

6.  On the flip side, I rush through the dishes and jump into bed thinking I will have at least an hour to snooze only to immediately hear the sound of little ladies awakening from their slumber.  Hmm

7.  When offered a particular food or beverage at home, the children respond with upturned noses and gagging sounds (okay maybe not the gagging sounds).  When same food is offered at cool friend’s house, it is gobbled up, praised and then asked of me, “why don’t we ever have this at home?”

There are many more, but I am too tired to list them right now.  What about you?  Are there some of these “random” events taking place in your mothering life?  I doubt I am alone.

Happy Adoption Day!

Just had to say out loud, or out in blog land, that my beautiful nephew was officially adopted this morning.  WOO HOO!  This precious boy who we are all ridiculously in love with has been in our family all of his life, but it took 16 months to make it forever on paper.  What a gift to be able to have in writing what we’ve had in our hearts for so, so long.  For those of you out there waiting for a child or pursuing adoption hang in there- I have seen the joy that comes when all the paperwork and waiting is over and it was more than worth the wait.

A forever home, a forever family and an awesome God who makes it all happen.  Yeah B-Man!!!!  (that’s right he now has an official nickname on the blog).

Ramblings of Late

These little ladies.  Some days the cuteness factor is truly more than I can handle.  So often it’s easier to talk about the frustrations and struggles of mothering.  What a disservice to the cuteness.  You know your kids are just as skilled as mine at saying ridiculously funny things, random acts of sweetness you didn’t think possible, and simply reaching new levels of cuteness.  Have I used the word cuteness enough for you?  All of this is to say, since my brain seems to be functioning at about 50% this morning what I have to offer is a rambling list of the cuteness of my children (and I definitely encourage you to make your own or share some of the best ones in the comments) with the distinct possibility of some of my own crazy thoughts thrown in the mix.  Are you ready?  That’s what I thought.

After I whacked my shin getting out of the car, I hear a little Molé voice from the backseat say, “You ok?”  So simple, but such a relief to know that they are beginning to at least notice some of my daily plight as I crash into things, trip around, and basically tumble about with this pregnant body.

When being told about the baby after the ultrasound, BQ’s first question was, “Will it have a penis?”

After requesting sandwich bags from the kitchen, the girls proceeded to pack their lunches with plastic food from their kitchen, and then went to their room with their doctor bag to help take care of people who were sick.  Can you tell these girls love their Daddy who packs his lunch in a sandwich bag and leaves in the morning to help people who are sick?  Love it.

“At home call” is basically about as much fun as having a colicky newborn.  I don’t know how The Doc does it.  Every other night, and then three nights in a row every other weekend, The Doc is at the mercy of that little plastic device.  If you have forgotten everyone’s favorite toy in the 90’s it’s called a pager.  From patient questions, to patient transfers between hospitals, he is expected to do all and know all at ALL hours of the night.  Can you imagine if you had to do something other than change a diaper and feed your baby on that amount of sleep?  I could barely tell you my name let alone help you decide if your symptoms meant that your cancer had in fact returned or whether or not you needed to get to an ER (ED)  immediately.  He is amazing and I am grateful that his patients are blessed with someone on the other end of the phone as compassionate and caring as him- especially at 2 a.m.

BQ told me yesterday, “Mommy, the baby is going to be my husband.”  She was a bit disappointed when I told her she can’t marry anyone in our family.

The visual of little Molé’s flip flops on the wrong feet, underwear put on backwards creating a relentless wedgie, and other wardrobe malfunctions are a daily occurance and ridiculously hilarious.

Little girls with painted toenails are super cute.

After taking a bite of her fast food chicken nugget, BQ declared, “Mommy, this tastes really bad.”  Rest assured, if we had Chick-fil-A here she would have been satisfied and going back for more I’m sure.  At any rate, she is totally right and I was so proud.  Let’s face it, no amount of ketchup can cover up that amount of nasty.

BQ said yesterday out of the blue, “Mommy, I really, really like Molé.”  Me too little lady, me too.

Even the third time around, when I would think my body is so used to being stretched to the max it wouldn’t be a problem, I still have those days where my belly feels like it might explode.  So full, pushing all limits of nature, and yet with 16 weeks to go.  Yikes.

My girls really like being home and I am learning what a gift it is to have two little homebodies in a city that isn’t all sunny days and backyard bbqs.

The girls are obsessed with the baby.  Constantly asking, “When will the baby come out,” and kissing my belly (or in Molé’s case accidentally grabbing my boobs as she has not quite figured out the geography of where the baby is exactly).  So, so sweet.

Being charged $150 for a “routine” STD test at your new doctor’s office is NOT cool.  (and believe me, whether by a change in the doctor’s coding/pleading/threats/or tears I will get that charge covered!)  That’s right, with ALL the extra time on my hands I’ve somehow managed to necessitate that sort of screening.

I now understand why some people spend $800 dollars on a double stroller, seeing as how the ones that seem expensive at $200 (and believe me that is a lot of money) might as well be made with the wheels immobilized once the combined weight of the children riding along reaches 50 pounds plus.  I am not a machine.

Our apartment ceilings are like those of an office.  That’s right, big rectangular flourescent lights and the foam-esque squares with the metal bars in between.  I may drool over the thought of a single family home or somewhere with regular ceilings but at the end of the day, office ceilings and all, I can’t imagine a place that would feel much more like home.  This cave rocks.

I had forgotten how hard it is to sleep when pregnant.  Each night I try a new pillow placement technique with the hope that it will somehow do the trick.  So far, no luck.

Having a four year old is great in that when she gets sick, she can actually tell you where it hurts.  “Mommy, it hurts when I talk,” and now I know to add honey to all beverages and to not expect much of an appetite.  This information can then be applied to her two year old sister when they share colds (even though I must admit the two year old is quite the tough little lady).  The thought of being able to actually provide the appropriate care for my kids when they are sick is pretty darn cool and definitely beats wondering is it the ears/throat/head/back/stomach/toenails all night long while a child cries.

I am not one of those glamorous women who only gets pregnant in the belly.  My thighs, booty, and chins also enjoy getting in on the action.  And to be perfectly honest, it’s alright by me.

Well, since I’ve rambled on for a bit and nap time is almost over, I think I’ll go indulge in a little ice cream.  Happy ramblings to you!

Is More Merrier in the Middle?

The naming train is continuing to move on and by golly, I think we may have a winner.  For the first name, that is.  The middle name is down to two, which leads to my question.  Did you give your child two middle names?  If so, are you happy with that choice?  I know that many people have gone this route and am trying to figure out if that would be the best solution.  I’m just curious as to how that works on future documents and the like that ask for a middle initial.  Do you just pick one as the “go to” middle initial or middle name representative?  Hmm….

Can you tell The Doc has been working A LOT lately and I have a wee bit of extra time on my hands to obsess about things?  Oh good, I didn’t think so.  🙂

Name Game

Oh the task of baby naming.  Bestowing a title upon such a small, pink, squishy person that will forever follow her every move.  Will it be the one that is massacred the first day of school?  Will a boy be assumed to be a girl on paper?  Will it require the child to raise her hand to clarify that while yes, that is her given name, she would rather go by Sally?  Will there be horrible unforseen nicknames and obscenities derived from what appeared to be a good and wholesome name?  These questions and more haunt the minds and hearts of us all as we scour name books, weigh the pros and cons and search for what will be the perfect name.  Oh, the joy.

And seriously, there is lots of joy.  We had a blast naming our girls and will definitely be thrilled when we get to reveal (or choose) a name for this sweet babe.  So far the girls’ names have fit my criteria for not top 100, not “weird” (whatever that means these days), not able to be shortened into nicknames that are ugly, and I have at no point in time wanted to change them.  I’m sure this third baby’s name will be no different, I’m just impatient.  I would have liked to have chosen the name yesterday.  And, to be honest, there is probably a little part of me that is waiting for a big clouds to part/angels to appear singing moment where The Doc and I look at each other just know that yes, THAT is the name.  Alas, I’m so impatient.  Good thing we have time.

How did you name your kids?  Any random stories?  I’d love to hear.