Buddha cries

We haven't watched any of the Michael Jackson tributes or funeral stuff. Today on the Today Show, they showed the snippets from the tribute. His daughter came at the end and tearily expressed her love. Buddha and Cam saw, and Cam said "Crying." Buddha said "That girl's crying. Why?"

So I told him, "Her father died and she's very sad." I'm not sure what I expected, but what I got took my breath away. His face fell and the look in his eyes brought me to tears. He started crying and saying "Her daddy's gone?" Seeing him feeling such compassion and empathy was more than I could handle.

Being a parent means there are times when you see these parts of your child that are so raw and so pure, and it's so beautiful. But also sad that so often those parts get polluted, and we can't control what the world will do to our children. How do you preserve such gentle emotion and innocent understanding?

The letter of the day is V, for vomit

Last night was a normal night. Husband went out with the boys, so the kids and I headed out to dinner. We went to O'Charley's for the delicious rolls. I ate several, but Buddha was packing them away. The boy loves carbs, and he loves butter. I caught him licking the little butter container and scolded him for gluttony... then I used my roll to scrape the last remnants of buttery goodness from the thingy. Aren't we all such hypocrites?
2:30am rolls around and I'm dead to the world. He comes in my room, which is not unheard of. I assume it's a typical "I gotta go pee pee" alert. I tell him to head to the potty and he informs me that "I don't need to go pee pee." Odd. I am following him to the bathroom when I step in something wet. And slippery. And completely soaked in to my carpet. It's brownish yellow and it's cold and I'm in no state of mind for this.
Buddha then looks at me with his big brown eyes and says "I don't feel good." Then he vomits all over the bathroom floor.
So now I'm wondering... if his vomit is here, what did I just step in? I clean him up and start the cleaning process on the carpet. It's dog food. The big dog has an upset tummy too.
So the rest of the night goes something like this: Buddha vomits in my bed, but fortunately on the towel I was making him sleep with. He hurls into a bucket a few times. Big dog tosses her cookies AGAIN, but in a much bigger pile and right next to a pile of laundry. I picked the laundry up and felt cold and slippery goo. I hate finding surprises that are cold, wet, and slippery.

Today I took him to the doctor. I'm to embarassed to type out the details, but the final conclusion was that he did not have a stomach bug like I feared. He actually just ate too much butter. If only Paula Deen were my pediatrician, I bet I wouldn't have felt like a total Fatty McFatterson.

evil laugh

Husband just said "I'm going to go shower now. Is that okay?"

Either I'm awful and I've crushed his spirit and reduced him to a mere shadow of his former self... or I'm AWESOME. My vote is awesome.

POOP!

Last week's theme was poop.

Case: Twice while at the pool with I'm a Mom, we had to leave due to poop in the water. One of those times I think I saw a floating turdlet. I had the smell of poop in my nose for 2 days. Then at the gym on Friday, a lady ran in to the class I was taking and took the spot in front of me. She's the hot bodied MILF lady who is in every class I take. I look up at her very short shorts and see that she has two red toilet seat imprints on the backs of her legs. I nearly lost it.

Being a hot bodied MILF doesn't mean you can walk around with toilet seat imprints.

Splashpad!

Took the kiddos to the splashpad in a town north of us, and they had a blast! It was with the moms' group I'm in, and all the kids had fun. Some of the moms said they'd be wearing their swimsuit... and I won't lie, I do not hang out in the hot sun unless I'm half naked getting some sun... so I wore mine. I was the only one in a swimsuit. It felt like I was in junior high and had showed up on Halloween in costume to find that NONE of my classmates had dressed up.

Also, my observations... the people watching was prolific... obscene... terrific!!

There is NO bike riding on the splashpad. If you do let your child do so, I will make exaggerated movements to prevent him from mowing down any of my kids or my friends' kids.

Dickies jeans on a 65 year old man should NEVER GET WET. Ever.

Older boys can be obnoxious. I am confident my son is not destined for this fate. I am hesitant to make that claim, but I can see 3 yr old boys who are destined for it, and my son is not one. Thank you bejeesus!!

When obnoxious older boys use the water gun thingy to squirt me in the face, they will be told "That's enough!" and get a look that will send them to the playground for a few minutes. I'm old and mean, don't fuck with me.

While playing a chase game with Buddha and some of the other kids, Buddha grabbed the back of my bathing suit bottom and pulled it down... but no one was behind me, just the parking lot. My bodypart flashing for the summer record will not count this one... since it was unseen.

Women are just weird. WEIRD I tell you! So territorial and attitude-y, about things as silly as a picnic table. I didn't actually observe this one, but I know the type.

Put me in a pool...

I love pools. I like to lay next to the water, or in it, and sip a drink. When it comes to taking my kids, I get nervous. I hardly went last summer because Cam was so small and Buddha was 2 and 2 year olds make me nervous in a padded room. This summer is a new summer for me. Both of my kids are old enough to handle, and it gives me such an empowering sense of freedom. I can take them both to a public pool with little to no stress. I watch them like a hawk, but I'm not neurotically obsessing over what accidents could happen. They're having a blast and it's making me so happy to see it.

I have been pooling it all summer and loving it! If I don't get my own pool next summer, I will be purchasing my own swim badge instead of mooching off of my friends who have them.

I like this, I like it a lot. And I think Husband may need to get that vasectomy, because I feel like we have found our happy and balanced medium.

Big girl bed!

Cam is napping in her big girl bed... and has been asleep for a long time. She cried at first, stood at the door a few times... then got in bed and went to sleep. It always amazes me when I think these changes will be so complicated and they end up being simple. It makes me realize that I should start looking at things from the perspective that it isn't a big deal, it'll make me a mellow girl.

Happy Father's Day

We were out late and let Buddha sleep in our bed last night. He is like a little furnace, a cuddly furnace that is. Both Husband and I like to be cold at night. We frequently will find a cold spot on the sheets and fight for it. This morning I woke up to find Buddha and Husband snuggle up like puppies. Both were in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, both had a little drool coming out of their mouth, and both had thrown the covers off of them in the middle of the night...

This is why I love Husband. Happy Father's Day, you're our hero.