Twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring,
not even a Kenyon, or a mouse.
and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring,
not even a Kenyon, or a mouse.
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Saturday, December 21, 2013
Ice, ice baby
Someone is teething, fussy and just generally hates life (and his mother) right now.
What is a girl to do?!
I did what any sane person would do. I played the last card in my deck and loaded up this baby in the jogging stroller, walked on ice in the sleeting rain the 50 yards to great grandma Curry's house and gave him to her.
Now as I sit in the den with my feet propped up, magazine on my lap and typing on the phone in my hand I can hear the two of them in the other room reading books together and playing patty cake.
Life is good...
Thursday, December 19, 2013
What a Bawl Baby
The first 25+ years of my life I did pretty well with not showing any emotion, or at least ones that made me seem soft.
Thank you, pregnancy, birth, nursing and subsequent raging hormones.
I now cry at the drop of a hat, and to make matters worse, I do it IN FRONT OF PEOPLE. Yesterday I might as well have hooked up to an IV first thing in the morning. I cried so much all day long that I was severely dehydrated by the middle of the afternoon. In my defense, though, it's not entirely my fault. There are simply too many good people in the world that decided to show themselves yesterday. (Odd thing to complain about, right?)
Example #1
I dropped Kenyon off at his daycare first thing yesterday morning. Megan handed me a small Christmas gift and a handmade ornament. Literally, handmade. It was an ornament with my baby's handprint in the center.
Good thing Megan is used to seeing people crying and babbling incoherently, although they are usually less than three feet tall and weigh 40 pounds or less. My bad.
Example #2
I decided to watch a video on my lunch hour of a soldier returning from Afghanistan and surprising his son during his football game. Enough said.
Example #3
Someone suggested I read the "Letters to Santa" section of the weekly newspaper. I should have known better. I couldn't have cried more even if I'd stared at a basket full of puppies. It was bad.
In these letters the area kids asked that homeless people get homes, kids with cancer get cured, grandmas not get sick anymore and everyone gets to spend Christmas with their families. I tear up again just thinking about it.
The only saving grace that kept me from totally losing my mind and running up to random strangers and hugging them the rest of the day was one little boy's brutally honest opening line in his letter:
Thank you, pregnancy, birth, nursing and subsequent raging hormones.
I now cry at the drop of a hat, and to make matters worse, I do it IN FRONT OF PEOPLE. Yesterday I might as well have hooked up to an IV first thing in the morning. I cried so much all day long that I was severely dehydrated by the middle of the afternoon. In my defense, though, it's not entirely my fault. There are simply too many good people in the world that decided to show themselves yesterday. (Odd thing to complain about, right?)
Example #1
I dropped Kenyon off at his daycare first thing yesterday morning. Megan handed me a small Christmas gift and a handmade ornament. Literally, handmade. It was an ornament with my baby's handprint in the center.
Good thing Megan is used to seeing people crying and babbling incoherently, although they are usually less than three feet tall and weigh 40 pounds or less. My bad.
Example #2
I decided to watch a video on my lunch hour of a soldier returning from Afghanistan and surprising his son during his football game. Enough said.
Example #3
Someone suggested I read the "Letters to Santa" section of the weekly newspaper. I should have known better. I couldn't have cried more even if I'd stared at a basket full of puppies. It was bad.
In these letters the area kids asked that homeless people get homes, kids with cancer get cured, grandmas not get sick anymore and everyone gets to spend Christmas with their families. I tear up again just thinking about it.
The only saving grace that kept me from totally losing my mind and running up to random strangers and hugging them the rest of the day was one little boy's brutally honest opening line in his letter:
Dear Santa,
I have been bad this year but...
Sunday, December 15, 2013
Monday, December 9, 2013
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