Mommy Babble

Jensen and Maddie are changing so fast and I have to face that they are growing up. It's not going to happen tomorrow but it is happening. There are changes everyday. It's all so bittersweet. What a perfect word. I wonder how many parents have used that very word.

I’ve been very excited by the prospect of joining the YMCA and Jamie’s new job allows us a few luxuries in the budget so we decided to go for it. As the mother of two small kiddos I’m determined to be able to run around a yard with them without passing out from exhaustion. Thus, exercise is required. That’s great motivation for joining the Y but I’ll confess it is not my primary incentive.

I’ve been overweight (read FAT) for about 13 years now. Yeah, most people don’t realize I used to have a waist including my husband. Still, I’m terrible with motivation. I can’t get started. I won’t get started. I’m procrastinating. I’m lazy. Whatever. I am however not claiming a thyroid problem or that I’m big boned. I did it. I have to undo it.

Just a couple of minutes featuring our favorite duo.

Twice this week big chain grocery store employees have made me want to rip their faces off. Hmmm, there’s probably actually more effort and gore involved in that than I want to deal with. I wouldn’t mind stomping on their foot really really hard though.

WalmartWednesday was minor but annoying. I was at, drum roll please, Wal-Hell, when The Incident occurred. I purchased just a few items and one was too big for a bag. It was a giant child safety gate. Not exactly something I could hide.

Our Little AngelRecently our toddler has begun to “test his boundaries” and test our patience and resolve while he’s at it. His favorite word has become “No” just as Baby Center predicted. “Not my angel,” I said when I read it a month ago. What-eh-vah! He’s killing me. He runs through the house with his index finger wagging in the air, as he repeats “No, no, no, no” to no one in particular.

Do you ever have that nagging feeling that you’ve forgotten something important? You’ve forgotten to do something. At first you just ponder the question, “What have I forgotten?” On most occasions the feeling is dismissed when nothing readily comes to mind. But occasionally there are days when the feeling persists. You continue to wonder and when you can’t come up with something you forgot to do you start thinking, “Was I supposed to bring something or tell someone something.” You know in your gut that something has been forgotten.

BirthThey advise you to create a birth plan and then they tell you not to expect everything to go perfectly. Little snafus happen. Moms that want to go completely natural can’t bear the pain and need epidurals, video cameras fail to work, or the hospital won’t permit you to light 200 candles in the room for ambient lighting. Sometimes moms are devastated that the delivery doesn’t go picture perfect and they perhaps lose touch with the bottom line. Is your baby healthy? Are you healthy? At the end of the day, a “yes” to each of those questions means everything went ok.

September 21, 2008

Homecoming DadAfter a long night in the hospital on a pull-out sofa without a mattress I proved I could care for a baby and Maddie was discharged at 2pm on Saturday and I brought her home. YAY! Jamie and I are so thrilled. New pictures on Flicr were taken seconds after we came through the door. She was still in her car seat in one of the pics in fact and looking super tiny!

LoungingMy little monkey Jensen is 16 months old today. I don’t know why that seems so significant to me. It’s not an annual or a biannual birthday celebrated by most parents with kiddos under 3. It’s just another month but it feels like a big deal.

I could swear last week he could still run under the kitchen table but this week he’s bumping his head against it as he roams the perimeter reaching up to see what he can snag from the table surface. He points to his head to tell me he got bonked and gives me that sad little face but he doesn’t cry so it’s all good. He’s off and running looking for a chair or wall to scale.

Seriously peeps, I can’t believe I’m here again. I’m 29 weeks prego and I’m playing the blood pressure race again. Jensen had to be delivered at 37 weeks because my bp refused to be restrained and in the last days of pregnancy with him I went pre-eclamptic. It actually continued for about a week after delivery with me ending up back in the hospital for an afternoon 2 days after I had been discharged. My knees were as big as my thighs should have been. My ankles were as big as my knees should have been. And my thighs, I don’t want to think about those tree trunks. Oh yeah, and I had NO NECK. Ugh!