Thursday, July 30, 2009

Was it worth it?

Ever had dinner with girlfriends at a bar that has just hosted a Wednesday night (?!) 5k run? A run that has been developed to raise funds for a high school? So, as you are wolfing down your greasy, fried fish and chips, and draining that second Woodchuck, emaciated little runners (high school age, of course) are bopping past you with their toned thighs and their short shorts. Nice. I looked down at my moo-moo dress...I mean, oh so trendy maxi-dress that just happens to hide my postnatal (ok, 18 month postnatal) belly bulge...ok, 18 month postnatal aided by fish and chips and two Woodchucks belly bulge...and feel wildly out of place. Who the hell hosts a 5K at a bar on a Wednesday night? Aren't 5k runs supposed to involve getting your ass out of bed at the rooster's crow on a Saturday morning? That's always been my experience. And, who let those kids into the bar?! Aren't they underage? Oh, wait. They're in college? Shit, I'm old. Pass me another Woodchuck...are you going to eat those fries? I picked a crappy night to go out with friends!!

But, then I recieve this text from my husband..."Pissed on b-room floor b4 bath; shit in tub 2 end bath. Have fun. :)" For a moment I ponder this text, and come to the (hopeful) conclusion that he is not referring to himself. We're too old for that to have been HIS behavior (i.e. out of college, no longer drinking ourselves to oblivion on random Wednesday nights, thus resulting in random bathroom mishaps) and also too young for that to have been HIS behavior (i.e. not of senior citizen-old-folks-home "Where's my toilet?" age quite yet), I can only assume that this is in reference to our 18 month old daughter, Bug. In which case, I first laugh and pass my cell phone around the table to let everyone else enjoy a laugh at my poor husband's misery. I may be old, but I'm not Clorox-ing baby poo out of the bathtub on a Wednesday night! I picked an excellent night to go out with friends!

P.S. Got home and there was a bucket of bath toys sitting on the counter...waiting for their own bath. Guess who got to Clorox the poopy toys? And, what the hell...why not go over the tub again with Clorox...just for good measure?

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

bug, 15.5 months

my sweet bugaboo...

today you went for your first car ride in your big girl car seat. you squealed and laughed as you saw cars, trees, buildings and people that you never even knew existed! your car seat is pink and has yellow and orange flowers on it...it is definitely a princess seat if there ever was one.

this weekend, we had a cookout to celebrate memorial day. your friends molly and maddie r. and lucy t. came over and played. you were a little shy around the other girls at first...preferring to stay close to momma or daddy and watch. but as you saw those girls throwing sand onto the ground and into the baby pool, you must've realized that there is much more fun to life than holding mommy's leg, and off you went. by the end of the night, you and the other girls were sandy, dirty, and popsicle-covered messes...and you had so much fun. i loved watching you follow the big girls, share your popsicle with maddie once yours was finished, and dance to the music playing in daddy's garage. you discovered crayons and sidewalk chalk, and how to climb up cornhole boards to drop the beanbags in.

it's an overcast and humid day today...you are lying in your crib playing with jojo the kitty and watching your aquarium lullaby machine. you are supposed to be napping, but you fell asleep in the car while we ran errands, and are having a hard time getting back to sleep. if the rain blows over, we will go for a long walk after your nap...if it doesn't, we will read books and play in the house. who knows?! maybe we'll put on your raincoat and play in the rain...crazier things have happened!

these are some of the things you know, my sweet baby girl:

WORDS YOU SAY:
uhoh, all done, bye bye, baby, doggie, daddy, momma, night night, outside, airplane, keys, this, kiss, fish, trish, teeth, brush, drink, yes, no, cracker, cookie, banana, berries, milk, paci, elmo, max, flowers, wagon, water, car, vroom vroom, jojo, cat, bird, cow, book, more, help, up, down, bath, duck, eyes, nose, hat, shoes, pixie (big-sby), soxie (dog-sby)...and how could i forget, poo poo

SIGNS YOU USE:
all done, more, eat, drink, berry, doggie, uh oh, cracker, banana, elephant

ANIMAL SOUNDS YOU SAY:
woof, baa, ooh ooh aah aah (monkey), tweet tweet, quack quack, bwaaah (elephant!), moo, hissss, meow, roar (tiger and lion),

BODY PARTS YOU POINT TO:
head, hair, eyes, nose, teeth, belly, feet, ear, tongue, belly button, hands

you are growing more and more into a little girl every day. you are finding your voice, although whenever we are around other people, it still takes at least a half hour for you to warm up and begin talking! you have learned to express yourself when you don't want to do something..."no" is a frequent word you use! you call for "daddy" or "pixie" every morning when you wake up (usually 8 or 8:30 am)...it is so funny to hear you play in your crib after you've woken up. it's by far the BEST sound i've ever heard. you love playing outside, and you love your outings to gymboree and to storytime. max h. has the coolest toys, so you love going next door to play with him...you guys tend to steal one another's things, but you're learning to share! you watched sesame street last week while laying on top of soxie...who you love SO MUCH. you've also melted cranky pixie's heart, too, and she now lets you pull her ears (in hopes that she may catch a stray goldfish cracker that you might drop for her) and boss her in and out of her room.

in short, you are a wonderful and amazing little girl, and every day, i am more and more proud to call myself your mommy.

love,
momma and daddy

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

bug, 14 months and one week old

my little bug...

today you are fourteen months and one week old. currently, you are walking around the sunroom, carrying your oh-so-stylish fuschia velour leopard print purse and wearing your pink gingham oversized sunglasses. you are talk, talk, talking to me...unfortunately, i'm not quite sure what you're saying. you sound a bit like christopher walken, and are just telling me a wonderful story. we went for a walk this morning and you made me stop so you could see every airplane that flew overhead. you didn't want to come inside, but it's cold, dang it!, so i bribed you with promises of a snack. and now, we're just hanging out...you and me...

these are some of the things that you know, my smartest, most beautiful little bug:

WORDS:
uh oh (used interchangably for the typical meaning of uh-oh and for your paci), all done, bye bye, baby, doggie, dada, mama (or "bama"), night-night, outside, airplane, keys, "this?", kiss, fish, trish, teeth, brush, drink, yes, and your current favorite: "NO!"...

SIGNS:
all done, more, eat, drink, berry, doggie, outside (you totally made this one up), uh-oh (this one too...not sure licking your hand counts as a sign, but in your genius mind it does!)

ANIMAL SOUNDS:
dog says "woof", sheep says "baa", monkey says "ooh ooh aah aah", cow says "moo"...

BODY PARTS:
head, hair, eyes, nose, teeth, belly, feet, and sometimes your ear (if you can find it)

every day you make your daddy and mommy smile with your contagious grin, your adorable dimples, and your beautiful blue eyes. we love you so very much. you have a kind heart, you love animals (particularly your soxie and pixie), and the outdoors...not a sunny day has passed this spring (and many chilly, cloudy ones as well) without us venturing outside to play. you make everyone we pass on the street and in stores smile, and they often stop to tell us how adorable you are. they don't know the half of it...as beautiful as you are on the outside, you are even more perfect on the inside. we love you, millie.

love,
mommy and daddy
(or, "bama and dadAAAA")