On Sunday, we were undressing the kids for a bath when I noticed something strange.
Me: "Uh, G... why does it look like you rolled in the dirt naked?"
M and I peered at G's naked body. Sure enough, there were dark spots on parts of his little man parts.
M: "It looks like... lint...?"
G, matter of factly: "It's gum."
M and I in unison: "Gum?!?!"
Me: "Um, son, why is there gum on your penis?"
G, shrugs: "I put it there."
Me: "Why did you put gum on your penis?"
G, shrugs and looks at M, who is ducking his head while stiffling a laugh.
Me, brain short-circuiting: "I sure as hell hope you didn't put it back in your mouth after you were done."
G looks at me blankly.
Me: "Oh, get in the tub."
!@#&*?!?!?!?!?
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Pillow Talk
NJ, loudly and pointedly: "MAMA."
Me looking at NJ next to me on the bed: "What?"
NJ: "MAMA."
Me: "What?"
NJ: "BOP."
Me: "Oh really?"
NJ: "BOP."
Me: "You don't say?"
NJ: "Bop.Bop.Bup."
Come Monday I won't have a small human being demanding to be in my personal, intimate space for every one of our waking moments together for at least 9 hours of the day.
I don't know whether I should be giddy or bawl my eyes out.
Me looking at NJ next to me on the bed: "What?"
NJ: "MAMA."
Me: "What?"
NJ: "BOP."
Me: "Oh really?"
NJ: "BOP."
Me: "You don't say?"
NJ: "Bop.Bop.Bup."
Come Monday I won't have a small human being demanding to be in my personal, intimate space for every one of our waking moments together for at least 9 hours of the day.
I don't know whether I should be giddy or bawl my eyes out.
Friday, February 02, 2007
it's a small crime and i got no excuse
I've been overcome with silence lately and it has permeated my life. And that's okay.
It means I haven't blogged. I haven't talked to alot of people. I have lost my way a bit, but slowly I am finding my way back. So many little things have happened, and though I can't explain them all, nor will I try, I will touch on a few of the highlights.
NJ.
NJ has been a whirlwind of evolution. She's ina period of rapid progression and it has been a joy to watch her unfold.
She's getting her top two teeth, which is a total bitch. I think that means it is time to stop breastfeeding. I wish I didn't have to be the one to break it to her, because it isn't gonna be pretty. She loves her momma milk and bonding time. But, with my nipple between two pairs of sharp objects... that's a deal anyone would back out of quickly. Am I right?
NJ is on the verge of crawling. She has, on our bed, but not on the hardwood floors. I don't blame her since they are hard and FREEZING COLD. I am not ready for her mobility, or rather, the house isn't ready for that scenario. Yet, G survived the landmines, and I am sure NJ will too. She has also pulled herself up in her crib to standing position which means it is time to lower the crib. She is going to be a girl on the go. I told everyone that when she was still womb-ridden. And here it is.
NJ is CLEARLY NOT A VEGETARIAN. We have been easing her into cereals and fruit, but she took an opportunity to steal a sausage from my plate last weekend and enjoyed every bite of that dead pig. I found it pretty yummy too, a girl after my own heart. G, you're alone in your thinking. Steak, here we come!
NJ is saying Mama and means it. She also says "Bubba" to G and means it. A bad habit I started. Hopefully she will call him by his given name instead of Bubba all G's life. We'll keep working on that. And working, and working...
Friends.
I still love you all. Each and every one. I just have been in a funk. And in pain. This weather is exaserbating my fibromyalgia. Last weekend I took more than my alotted pain meds and even escalated to the heavy duty stuff. (Which didn't make a dent.) I am sorry for disappearing. I just will occasionally, and it's not personal. I need you all.
I make a public apology to Janine, for missing her birthday. I love you and celebrate you always and I am sorry I failed you on the one day you needed to feel that love and celebration. I hope this weekend will make up for that.
Thank you also to a distant friend who always grounds me. You're a Sure Thing.
Work.
I have actually been on a couple of interviews. Nothing I can be excited about just yet. Next week, though, I have an interview I am getting excited about. Cross your fingers for me. Prayers, good thoughts, all those. I hate to think of leaving NJ, but my pocketbook will thank me.
Photos.
I am taking a photography class. It is a thoughtful present from my wonderful husband. I am really enjoying it and may have found a more active hobby for myself. (Versus "bookworm" which isn't active, but entire absorbing.) My Nikon D-50 is serving me well, although I am already having "camera envy" of Heather at Dooce.com who just got a Canon 5D, in addition to her Nikon D-70. I actually got up at dawn the other morning (on purpose, for the best light) and had a photo shoot of random objects. Here's my favorite shot:
It means I haven't blogged. I haven't talked to alot of people. I have lost my way a bit, but slowly I am finding my way back. So many little things have happened, and though I can't explain them all, nor will I try, I will touch on a few of the highlights.
NJ.
NJ has been a whirlwind of evolution. She's ina period of rapid progression and it has been a joy to watch her unfold.
She's getting her top two teeth, which is a total bitch. I think that means it is time to stop breastfeeding. I wish I didn't have to be the one to break it to her, because it isn't gonna be pretty. She loves her momma milk and bonding time. But, with my nipple between two pairs of sharp objects... that's a deal anyone would back out of quickly. Am I right?
NJ is on the verge of crawling. She has, on our bed, but not on the hardwood floors. I don't blame her since they are hard and FREEZING COLD. I am not ready for her mobility, or rather, the house isn't ready for that scenario. Yet, G survived the landmines, and I am sure NJ will too. She has also pulled herself up in her crib to standing position which means it is time to lower the crib. She is going to be a girl on the go. I told everyone that when she was still womb-ridden. And here it is.
NJ is CLEARLY NOT A VEGETARIAN. We have been easing her into cereals and fruit, but she took an opportunity to steal a sausage from my plate last weekend and enjoyed every bite of that dead pig. I found it pretty yummy too, a girl after my own heart. G, you're alone in your thinking. Steak, here we come!
NJ is saying Mama and means it. She also says "Bubba" to G and means it. A bad habit I started. Hopefully she will call him by his given name instead of Bubba all G's life. We'll keep working on that. And working, and working...
Friends.
I still love you all. Each and every one. I just have been in a funk. And in pain. This weather is exaserbating my fibromyalgia. Last weekend I took more than my alotted pain meds and even escalated to the heavy duty stuff. (Which didn't make a dent.) I am sorry for disappearing. I just will occasionally, and it's not personal. I need you all.
I make a public apology to Janine, for missing her birthday. I love you and celebrate you always and I am sorry I failed you on the one day you needed to feel that love and celebration. I hope this weekend will make up for that.
Thank you also to a distant friend who always grounds me. You're a Sure Thing.
Work.
I have actually been on a couple of interviews. Nothing I can be excited about just yet. Next week, though, I have an interview I am getting excited about. Cross your fingers for me. Prayers, good thoughts, all those. I hate to think of leaving NJ, but my pocketbook will thank me.
Photos.
I am taking a photography class. It is a thoughtful present from my wonderful husband. I am really enjoying it and may have found a more active hobby for myself. (Versus "bookworm" which isn't active, but entire absorbing.) My Nikon D-50 is serving me well, although I am already having "camera envy" of Heather at Dooce.com who just got a Canon 5D, in addition to her Nikon D-70. I actually got up at dawn the other morning (on purpose, for the best light) and had a photo shoot of random objects. Here's my favorite shot:
Yes, it's a shoe. I was the crazy lady up at dawn taking pictures of shoes and other miscellaneous objects on my front porch. This shoe is from my favorite new pair of shoes. But, that is a blog for another day.
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