Driving home from dinner tonight, the kids and I were laughing and being loud in the car. We were having fun, then we all kind of got quiet for a minute because we were tired.
I looked in the backseat and saw both kids twirling their hair and looking at me. Then I realized that I was also twirling my hair.
It's the little connections like this that can literally bring me to my knees.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Duality of Husband
I wish Husband would stop making fun of me for watching "Make It or Break It" on ABC Family.
He wishes I wouldn't tell everyone that he watches it too.
He wishes I wouldn't tell everyone that he watches it too.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
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?
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?
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
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.
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.
Saturday, July 04, 2009
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.
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.
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
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.
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.
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