Yeah...I know. A long title. Well, this will probably be a long blog.
For the last two weeks, Hubby and I have been making 5 hr. drives to go see his grandma who lives out of state. These drives have been unplanned and last minute. The first trip started with a phone call while I was at work. Hubby had received a call saying his grandma had been taken to the hospital and was in ICU and that we needed to come see her right away. So, I got a friend of mine to sub me (she had taught in ECP for almost 30 years before she retired last year), packed up stuff for my son and made a 2 hour-round-trip to my mom's to drop Peanut off. On my way home from my mom's, Hubby called and said that Granny was better so we didn't have to go down until Sat. (it was Wed.). Needless to say, I vetoed that idea. There was NO way that I was going to make another 2 hour drive to get my son, call and cancel my sub, and then have Hubby's family call us the next day and have to do it all over again. So, we went down and spent a few days with family at the hospital in the ICU waiting room and talking to Granny (although with a breathing tube, we did the talking and she blinked when she was able). After a few days, there hadn't been much change and the Drs. still didn't know why she was sick, so Hubby and I came home.
This past weekend, we were set to go back to see Granny on Saturday after Peanut attended his last swim class until fall. We received a call telling us to come down Friday night because on Saturday morning they were going to take Granny off of life support (various reasons). Thankfully my school year had ended 2 days before so I didn't have to get someone to cover my class, but finding someone to watch Peanut was not easy. After 2 hours of making phone calls (nobody was home!), my brother finally returned my call. My sweet brother and his wife, quickly agreed to take Peanut for the weekend (don't tell my brother I said he was sweet...it'll go to his already large head...hee hee). So, off we went again.
Saturday morning, the family gathered at the hospital. My brother-in-law's fiance fell apart first (she and my brother-in-law live close to Granny and every Sunday would run her errands, do her shopping and spend the day with her). When we took our turns saying good-bye to Granny, I'm the one that fell apart...emitting one of those loud sobs that can take you by surprise (so embarrassing). My future sis-in-law and I shared a chuckle over that, because we are usually the two "strong ones" and we were the two falling apart. We got ourselves pulled together and then the Drs. removed the life support. My Hubby, his aunt, Dad and Step-mom stayed with Granny until she took her last breath. It was so brave of my Hubby, who has only lost a Great-Grandfather, a Grandfather, and our 2 girls. His Granny had been like a second mom to him, so when this finally hits him, it's going to be really hard.
Yesterday was spent meeting with the funeral director and getting everything settled. Granny had left some instruction on what she wanted (not as much as my sis-in-law and I thought was going to be left by what Granny had told us) and the rest we guessed. Granny left a letter to be read at the funeral. I will be reading that. I'm hoping since I will be reading the letter first thing, that I will be able to make it through. Thankfully, it's not a mushy letter or overly sentimental. It'll be difficult, but I feel that I have to do this as a way of honoring a woman that would do anything for her family.
So, while Father's Day was not celebrated by my husband's family and my Dad understood why I couldn't be with him, I am so thankful for all of the men in my life. My Dad has always been there for me. My Father-in-law is a good man who loves his sons, daughters-in-law, and grandchild. My Hubby amazes me with the grace and strength with which he has handled his greatest losses (holding his daughter while she took her last breathe when I was whisked away to surgery and couldn't, and staying with his grandma while she took her last breath). My son who is absolutely my "Son-shine".
One last "Thank you" also has to be made to my son's first dad. Birth father's so often get a bad rap or no mention at all. They are all too often ignored. So, I wanted to take a moment and thank the man that decided to give me the gift of a child. I know that my son's first father had problems (it's been hinted at that there were drugs and he had a violet temper), but he was strong enough to realize that these problems would not allow him to be the best father he could be (this was told to me by Peanut's first mom...not something I'm projecting onto him)...not to mention that Peanut would have been his father's 10th child and Peanut's birth father just couldn't afford any more children.
So, to Peanut's first dad...where ever you are...thank you...thank you...thank you. You will never know how much your sacrifice means to us. When you are clean and sober, know that you will be welcomed into our lives. God Bless you.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Monday, June 04, 2007
"The Best Day of My Life"
This past weekend I attended my cousin's wedding. It was a nice wedding. Despite the forecast for storms, it was a mostly sunny and warm day. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood and there were no fights (in my extended family that is a rare thing). The thing is, I overheard phrases like, "This is the best day of my life," and "My wedding was the happiest day of my life." To me, that is sad. When I made the mistake of commenting on it, certain members of my family disagreed. They truly believed that a wedding should be the "happiest day of your life."
I disagree (although I dropped the subject at the wedding...not wanting to wanting to cause any tension). I think that your wedding day should be a special and a happy one, but if you put the expectation of it being the "best", you are bound to be let down. Also, there are so many chances to have "best days" why limit it?
Now, I do admit to having best days and times. But, I always refer to it in plural so that I'm not limited to one. My best days/times are: my wedding day; the day I found out I was pregnant for the first time; the day my son was born; every day/time my son tells me he loves me...and that's just a few!
I also have a worst day of my life. Now I hope that I will always have only one of those...however, I know it may not happen. My worst day is the day my daughter's died. I don't know how it can get worse, but I don't want to "jinx" myself by spending too much time dwelling on that because I know it can.
So, here's to hoping you have many "best days" and only one "worst day."
Until next time...
I disagree (although I dropped the subject at the wedding...not wanting to wanting to cause any tension). I think that your wedding day should be a special and a happy one, but if you put the expectation of it being the "best", you are bound to be let down. Also, there are so many chances to have "best days" why limit it?
Now, I do admit to having best days and times. But, I always refer to it in plural so that I'm not limited to one. My best days/times are: my wedding day; the day I found out I was pregnant for the first time; the day my son was born; every day/time my son tells me he loves me...and that's just a few!
I also have a worst day of my life. Now I hope that I will always have only one of those...however, I know it may not happen. My worst day is the day my daughter's died. I don't know how it can get worse, but I don't want to "jinx" myself by spending too much time dwelling on that because I know it can.
So, here's to hoping you have many "best days" and only one "worst day."
Until next time...
Friday, May 25, 2007
An Angry Mom
I am an angry mom.
I am angry because, once again, I've come across a blog that bashes mothers who adopt. What kills me, is that most of the bashing is done by adoptees! I don't mean to suggest that adoptees should be thankful to their adoptive parents for adopting them or that they don't have a right to be angry, but contrary to what seems to be common belief, adoptive parents are not all "baby stealers."
Yes, there are a large number of birth/biological/first mom's that were coerced into giving up their babies. Yes, there are a large number of agencies and lawyers out there that turn adoption into "baby selling." Yes, there are a lot of adoptive families that want to pretend their children have no other family. Yes, there are a lot of adoptive families that are not fit to be parents. However...we are not all like that.
Hubby and I deliberately went to an agency that charges fees that cover the minimum (court costs, gas/mileage for visits, probably a bit to help cover the minuscule salary the employees...social worker, counselors, and secretaries...make). The agency insists that the "birth" mother receives counseling before placing her child with a family (we receive updates of the numbers considering adoption and the number placing their child...those choosing to parent is much, much higher). From the first time we met Peanut's first mom, until now, I have fought to maintain contact. Peanut's first mom has always been hesitant of keeping in touch. I have constantly encouraged her to call us, visit us, send us letters. When she disappeared for a year and a half, I had to be talked out of hiring a P.I. to find her...just so I'd know she was ok and where she was in case we needed information. I was able to get P's first mom to share (she actually volunteered the info) who his dad was and whatever medical information she had.
P. is being raised knowing he has two mommies and brothers and sisters.
I fight everyday against people who think I'm crazy for insisting on contact with P's first family. I have babysat for P's sister and his half brother that live with his mom. I constantly encourage his first mom to send family photos (visits with the family are encouraged too) and to come to activities P. participates in. We keep pictures of Peanut's first family displayed in his room and throughout the house (with all the family photos). We talk about how he has two families and that both love him.
I work so hard to make sure that he knows all parts of himself, that I get fighting mad when "mom's like me" are portrayed as "evil." I know my situation is unique and I also know that I am not a perfect mom (I'd like to meet one that is!), but like adoptees and birth moms, we are doing the best we can.
I will agree that changes need to be made. Adoption costs should be minimal. Birth mothers should receive counseling before, during and after they are making their decisions (along with help with education/job training, housing, and finding a job if needed) regardless if they place their children for adoption or not. Privacy should be available to birth mom's if they desire it, but I don't know of many that do. Adoptees, should have easy access to their information. Giving medical information should be mandatory for birth families placing their children for adoption. The national database (or whatever it is called...the place where adoptees and their birth families can register to find each other)is a good idea, but not good enough because not enough people know about it. Changes must be made, but in the mean time...please don't blame us for wanting a child that we can raise and love. Children provide us with a glimpse of heaven that is rare here on earth.
I would love to hear from others on your adoption experiences. Does anyone else have regular face-to-face contact with the first mother (who isn't a family member)? Are you close enough that you'd let the birth family take the child on an outing? Please, let me know.
I am angry because, once again, I've come across a blog that bashes mothers who adopt. What kills me, is that most of the bashing is done by adoptees! I don't mean to suggest that adoptees should be thankful to their adoptive parents for adopting them or that they don't have a right to be angry, but contrary to what seems to be common belief, adoptive parents are not all "baby stealers."
Yes, there are a large number of birth/biological/first mom's that were coerced into giving up their babies. Yes, there are a large number of agencies and lawyers out there that turn adoption into "baby selling." Yes, there are a lot of adoptive families that want to pretend their children have no other family. Yes, there are a lot of adoptive families that are not fit to be parents. However...we are not all like that.
Hubby and I deliberately went to an agency that charges fees that cover the minimum (court costs, gas/mileage for visits, probably a bit to help cover the minuscule salary the employees...social worker, counselors, and secretaries...make). The agency insists that the "birth" mother receives counseling before placing her child with a family (we receive updates of the numbers considering adoption and the number placing their child...those choosing to parent is much, much higher). From the first time we met Peanut's first mom, until now, I have fought to maintain contact. Peanut's first mom has always been hesitant of keeping in touch. I have constantly encouraged her to call us, visit us, send us letters. When she disappeared for a year and a half, I had to be talked out of hiring a P.I. to find her...just so I'd know she was ok and where she was in case we needed information. I was able to get P's first mom to share (she actually volunteered the info) who his dad was and whatever medical information she had.
P. is being raised knowing he has two mommies and brothers and sisters.
I fight everyday against people who think I'm crazy for insisting on contact with P's first family. I have babysat for P's sister and his half brother that live with his mom. I constantly encourage his first mom to send family photos (visits with the family are encouraged too) and to come to activities P. participates in. We keep pictures of Peanut's first family displayed in his room and throughout the house (with all the family photos). We talk about how he has two families and that both love him.
I work so hard to make sure that he knows all parts of himself, that I get fighting mad when "mom's like me" are portrayed as "evil." I know my situation is unique and I also know that I am not a perfect mom (I'd like to meet one that is!), but like adoptees and birth moms, we are doing the best we can.
I will agree that changes need to be made. Adoption costs should be minimal. Birth mothers should receive counseling before, during and after they are making their decisions (along with help with education/job training, housing, and finding a job if needed) regardless if they place their children for adoption or not. Privacy should be available to birth mom's if they desire it, but I don't know of many that do. Adoptees, should have easy access to their information. Giving medical information should be mandatory for birth families placing their children for adoption. The national database (or whatever it is called...the place where adoptees and their birth families can register to find each other)is a good idea, but not good enough because not enough people know about it. Changes must be made, but in the mean time...please don't blame us for wanting a child that we can raise and love. Children provide us with a glimpse of heaven that is rare here on earth.
I would love to hear from others on your adoption experiences. Does anyone else have regular face-to-face contact with the first mother (who isn't a family member)? Are you close enough that you'd let the birth family take the child on an outing? Please, let me know.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
The Easter Bunny and Jesus
This past weekend we were lucky to be able to spend it with Hubby's family in Ohio. Normally, we spend Easter and the week after it on Tybee Island (GA). However, this year we are spending about 3 weeks out west (mostly in Colorado) so spending the money to go to Georgia was out of the question. It turned out, that this was definitely the right choice.
Peanut was so excited to see everyone. All we heard about was how he was going to see Uncle T. and Aunt M., Grandad and Grandma, Granny, Great-Great Gramma, Aunt D. and Uncle J. and the Easter Bunny! His enthusiasm was contagious! Hubby and I were way more better natured than we normally are when we have to travel for the holidays!
We reached OH on Friday and were able to relax and spend some time visiting with family. On Saturday, we went to an Easter Egg Hunt at Granny's church. Peanut was wonderful! I was a little worried about how he would do, because he had been having trouble going to sleep due to a fear that the Easter Bunny was in his room! But, he had no trouble at all going up to the Easter Bunny to get his picture taken (twice because the first time they lost his picture)! Peanut loved the egg hunt (I loved that he only found 10 eggs and he thought he'd found a million) and playing on the giant blow-up slide/obstacle course.
Later on Saturday, we joined everybody for dinner at a local restaurant and enjoyed a great meal. Peanut was thrilled to get an Easter basket that had "accidentally been left" at a friend of the family's house. After dinner, we went to Uncle T. and Aunt M.'s new condo to see it. Peanut had lots of fun "squishing" on Grandad ("squishing" is nothing more than running as fast as he can and jumping on the person he is "squishing"...although he can be "gentle" if requested by the "squishee.").
On Sunday, Peanut got to attend his first church service. All morning, he kept asking if he was going to see the Easter Bunny. Was the Easter Bunny going to be at church? We kept telling him that, no, today was about Jesus...not the Easter Bunny. We got to the church and were met by a very nice greeter in the parking lot and Peanut asked him if the Easter Bunny was going to be here today. The young guy replied that he didn't think so. Again, I reminded Peanut that today was about Jesus...not the Easter Bunny. The same thing happened when we entered the church. The lady chuckled and said, "No Easter Bunny today, honey." I repeated my line about Jesus and the Easter Bunny. We found a seat in the back at the end of the pew and waited for the service to begin. More bunny questions. Finally, church started and the Pastors called out a special guest to help with the announcements. I figured it's be Jesus or famous local person. Oh no. To my child's delight, out hops the Easter Bunny! I just wanted to say, "Gee, guys! Thanks a lot!"
Jesus did make a 2-4 minute appearance later in the service amid singing and "fog." Peanut had lots of questions about Jesus, especially after Jesus "left." After church, Peanut kept asking if Jesus was going to come back and a variety of other questions. We answered the best we could. Then, Peanut said something that made my heart stop. He said, "After my nap, I'm going to see Jesus." I have to admit that my first response was not very Christian (not sure if that is the correct word). I wanted to say, "NO! NO! NO! Jesus already has two of my children...he can't have another one for a long, long, long time! Until AFTER he takes me!" Instead of saying this, I calmly replied, "Honey, you'll see Jesus again one day, but hopefully not for a very long time." I don't know if this was the right response, but I felt it was better than my first response. Well, despite his eagerness to see Jesus again, Peanut is now having a difficult time going to bed because he's now afraid that Jesus is going to get him...despite trying to explain that Jesus loves us and keeps us safe.
Peanut was so excited to see everyone. All we heard about was how he was going to see Uncle T. and Aunt M., Grandad and Grandma, Granny, Great-Great Gramma, Aunt D. and Uncle J. and the Easter Bunny! His enthusiasm was contagious! Hubby and I were way more better natured than we normally are when we have to travel for the holidays!
We reached OH on Friday and were able to relax and spend some time visiting with family. On Saturday, we went to an Easter Egg Hunt at Granny's church. Peanut was wonderful! I was a little worried about how he would do, because he had been having trouble going to sleep due to a fear that the Easter Bunny was in his room! But, he had no trouble at all going up to the Easter Bunny to get his picture taken (twice because the first time they lost his picture)! Peanut loved the egg hunt (I loved that he only found 10 eggs and he thought he'd found a million) and playing on the giant blow-up slide/obstacle course.
Later on Saturday, we joined everybody for dinner at a local restaurant and enjoyed a great meal. Peanut was thrilled to get an Easter basket that had "accidentally been left" at a friend of the family's house. After dinner, we went to Uncle T. and Aunt M.'s new condo to see it. Peanut had lots of fun "squishing" on Grandad ("squishing" is nothing more than running as fast as he can and jumping on the person he is "squishing"...although he can be "gentle" if requested by the "squishee.").
On Sunday, Peanut got to attend his first church service. All morning, he kept asking if he was going to see the Easter Bunny. Was the Easter Bunny going to be at church? We kept telling him that, no, today was about Jesus...not the Easter Bunny. We got to the church and were met by a very nice greeter in the parking lot and Peanut asked him if the Easter Bunny was going to be here today. The young guy replied that he didn't think so. Again, I reminded Peanut that today was about Jesus...not the Easter Bunny. The same thing happened when we entered the church. The lady chuckled and said, "No Easter Bunny today, honey." I repeated my line about Jesus and the Easter Bunny. We found a seat in the back at the end of the pew and waited for the service to begin. More bunny questions. Finally, church started and the Pastors called out a special guest to help with the announcements. I figured it's be Jesus or famous local person. Oh no. To my child's delight, out hops the Easter Bunny! I just wanted to say, "Gee, guys! Thanks a lot!"
Jesus did make a 2-4 minute appearance later in the service amid singing and "fog." Peanut had lots of questions about Jesus, especially after Jesus "left." After church, Peanut kept asking if Jesus was going to come back and a variety of other questions. We answered the best we could. Then, Peanut said something that made my heart stop. He said, "After my nap, I'm going to see Jesus." I have to admit that my first response was not very Christian (not sure if that is the correct word). I wanted to say, "NO! NO! NO! Jesus already has two of my children...he can't have another one for a long, long, long time! Until AFTER he takes me!" Instead of saying this, I calmly replied, "Honey, you'll see Jesus again one day, but hopefully not for a very long time." I don't know if this was the right response, but I felt it was better than my first response. Well, despite his eagerness to see Jesus again, Peanut is now having a difficult time going to bed because he's now afraid that Jesus is going to get him...despite trying to explain that Jesus loves us and keeps us safe.
Monday, January 22, 2007
A Call
This past Saturday, I had my hair "done" at a salon 2 blocks from my house. This was my 3rd or 4th time there. It's a very informal place that is owned by a girl in her mid-20's to mid-30's. I know that's quite a range, but I'm horrible at guessing ages. Two of the many people working for her are her mother and grandmother. One of the "services" that the grandmother provides is reading your cards.
Now, I don't set a lot of stock in this kind of thing, but I do find it fun. In the past I've gone to physics and have been pleased with the results (the last time was 4 years ago...maybe more...and she predicted my son and his name). I do this for entertainment purposes only and always take what I'm told with a grain on salt.
On Saturday, I agreed to have my cards read...it was cheap. I wasn't expecting much. Overall, what she said was pretty close and detailed. However, the majority of what she told me was not good. Some was real good...like the wish I made at the start of the reading would be coming true soon. My wish was that we would get matched with a baby and that everything would go through without any problems and it would all be great. (This is where most of my superstition is. Almost all of my wishes come true...at a price.) I left there feeling a bit creeped out.
So...today at work after my last class had left, I got a phone call from the adoption agency. They were calling to let us know that there was a birth mom who was considering adoption and had reached the point where she felt like she wanted to look at some profiles of potential adoptive parents. We were one of those couples. According to the lady from the agency, we match most of the things that the birth mom indicated were important to her. The lady also let me know that the baby was black and was supposed to be a girl. She then told me not to get too excited/get my hopes up...she just wanted to let us know that we were being looked at (see...those monthly letters harassing the agency are finally paying off!).
When I called hubby, he wanted to know what else I could tell him and I think he was a little miffed that I hadn't asked for more info. My feelings were that we were not at the point that I felt I wanted/needed to know more. If the birth mom decides to meet us, then I will have a lot more questions that I'll want answered before we meet her. As for now, I will be happy knowing that there has now been some activity...and I'll be praying that this birth mom makes the decision that is right for her (be it adoption or keeping the child).
An aside: Some one at work asked me if I was excited (they had overheard part of the conversation). I realized that no, I wasn't really. I was happy we were being looked at and hopeful that if this was what the mom wanted that she would pick us. However, this time around I'm having a difficult time being excited or hoping that the mom would decide on adoption. I truly want a baby. If we are picked...I will be so happy (as long as everything goes through). But, knowing the sacrifice being made puts a bit of a damper on any excitement that might occur.
A Peanut Funny:
Saturday night we went out to dinner and as usual, took Peanut. The 20 minute wait turned into almost an hour. Peanut was wonderful. When we finally were seated, the waitress came to take our drink orders. I ordered water and Hubby requested a beer. We didn't order for Peanut because we carry a sippy cup for him. Well, before the waitress could leave he said, "I want a water...please." It was so cute.
When Peanut's food came, he grabbed his fork and attempted to take a bite. It was hot. The waitress had stopped at a table next to ours and as she went to leave, Peanut waved at her and said (loudly), "Hey! This is too hot!" Hubby and I almost fell out of our chairs laughing. At home if food is too hot, we cool it off by sticking it in the fridge or freezer for a minute or two. We stopped him before he could request that she put it in the freezer. The fabulous waitress replied very nicely, "I guess you'll just have to blow on it a bit more."
Now, I don't set a lot of stock in this kind of thing, but I do find it fun. In the past I've gone to physics and have been pleased with the results (the last time was 4 years ago...maybe more...and she predicted my son and his name). I do this for entertainment purposes only and always take what I'm told with a grain on salt.
On Saturday, I agreed to have my cards read...it was cheap. I wasn't expecting much. Overall, what she said was pretty close and detailed. However, the majority of what she told me was not good. Some was real good...like the wish I made at the start of the reading would be coming true soon. My wish was that we would get matched with a baby and that everything would go through without any problems and it would all be great. (This is where most of my superstition is. Almost all of my wishes come true...at a price.) I left there feeling a bit creeped out.
So...today at work after my last class had left, I got a phone call from the adoption agency. They were calling to let us know that there was a birth mom who was considering adoption and had reached the point where she felt like she wanted to look at some profiles of potential adoptive parents. We were one of those couples. According to the lady from the agency, we match most of the things that the birth mom indicated were important to her. The lady also let me know that the baby was black and was supposed to be a girl. She then told me not to get too excited/get my hopes up...she just wanted to let us know that we were being looked at (see...those monthly letters harassing the agency are finally paying off!).
When I called hubby, he wanted to know what else I could tell him and I think he was a little miffed that I hadn't asked for more info. My feelings were that we were not at the point that I felt I wanted/needed to know more. If the birth mom decides to meet us, then I will have a lot more questions that I'll want answered before we meet her. As for now, I will be happy knowing that there has now been some activity...and I'll be praying that this birth mom makes the decision that is right for her (be it adoption or keeping the child).
An aside: Some one at work asked me if I was excited (they had overheard part of the conversation). I realized that no, I wasn't really. I was happy we were being looked at and hopeful that if this was what the mom wanted that she would pick us. However, this time around I'm having a difficult time being excited or hoping that the mom would decide on adoption. I truly want a baby. If we are picked...I will be so happy (as long as everything goes through). But, knowing the sacrifice being made puts a bit of a damper on any excitement that might occur.
A Peanut Funny:
Saturday night we went out to dinner and as usual, took Peanut. The 20 minute wait turned into almost an hour. Peanut was wonderful. When we finally were seated, the waitress came to take our drink orders. I ordered water and Hubby requested a beer. We didn't order for Peanut because we carry a sippy cup for him. Well, before the waitress could leave he said, "I want a water...please." It was so cute.
When Peanut's food came, he grabbed his fork and attempted to take a bite. It was hot. The waitress had stopped at a table next to ours and as she went to leave, Peanut waved at her and said (loudly), "Hey! This is too hot!" Hubby and I almost fell out of our chairs laughing. At home if food is too hot, we cool it off by sticking it in the fridge or freezer for a minute or two. We stopped him before he could request that she put it in the freezer. The fabulous waitress replied very nicely, "I guess you'll just have to blow on it a bit more."
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Even When You're Naughty
Tonight, hubby and I went to a meeting for parents with active children. The group of six parents was brought together by the social worker (now retired) who facilitated the adoptions of our children. She had seen us at our annual Christmas party and we had all made comments about how active our children are. So out of the goodness of her heart, she is donating her time to help us get our group organized. We will be meeting once a month at a local library and discussing, amoung other things, the book Raising Your Spirited Child. Tonight, although just the first meeting, left most of us feeling a lot better.
When we got home, Peanut was still up so I put him to bed. Part of his bed time ritual is that I lay down with him and read him a book and sing him a song. Tonight, as usual, I was saying goodnight and when I said, "I love you," Peanut said, "What you say?" So I repeated, "I love you." Peanut smiled and said, "Even when your naughty!" Guess I've been saying that a lot. I'm glad he knows I love him regardless of his behavior.
Another cute story...
Today at nap time (same ritual as bedtime), I was really tired after work so I started to drift off. The next thing I know I feel something being set gently on my face...it was Peanut's favorite stuffed animal, "Fish." A few minutes later, I felt some tugging and then a blanket being laid over me. My baby was trying to make my "nap" comfortable. I love that kid!!!
When we got home, Peanut was still up so I put him to bed. Part of his bed time ritual is that I lay down with him and read him a book and sing him a song. Tonight, as usual, I was saying goodnight and when I said, "I love you," Peanut said, "What you say?" So I repeated, "I love you." Peanut smiled and said, "Even when your naughty!" Guess I've been saying that a lot. I'm glad he knows I love him regardless of his behavior.
Another cute story...
Today at nap time (same ritual as bedtime), I was really tired after work so I started to drift off. The next thing I know I feel something being set gently on my face...it was Peanut's favorite stuffed animal, "Fish." A few minutes later, I felt some tugging and then a blanket being laid over me. My baby was trying to make my "nap" comfortable. I love that kid!!!
Monday, January 15, 2007
Funny Comment
Maybe it's just me and I need to go back to work...soon...but I found this comment from Peanut to be really funny.
"Mommy, my penis is slippery!" (Said when he thought he had to urinate...but didn't. Maybe it was slippery...I don't know...but it was funny when he said it."
"Mommy, my penis is slippery!" (Said when he thought he had to urinate...but didn't. Maybe it was slippery...I don't know...but it was funny when he said it."
Uh Oh!
Are there two scarier words in the English language (if they are even real words)...especially when uttered by a three-year-old?
Now, take into account that said three-year-old is potty training. Do you see where I'm going with this?
This morning, while hubby was getting ready for work and I was checking the weather (we're having an ice storm here) Peanut is in the kitchen and we hear, "Uh oh, Daddy! Uh oh! There's poopy on the floor Daddy! Uh oh!" (I feel like I need to tell you that in the past, any "poopy" on the floor has been mud, leaves or anything else that is dark in color.)
Neither hubby and I were too concerned because, like I said, "poopy" has never been poopy before and we figured Peanut was over-reacting. Never the less, we both went to check it out.
Well, you've probably figured out that this time the "poopy" really was poopy. Ick. Hubby was not happy, while I had a difficult not laughing. You see, I had been telling hubby all weekend that while Peanut was potty training, briefs were a better choice than boxers. But...like usual...all of my training (not to mention that I'm the one that has been working with the babysitter on this...and she's trained many kids) means nothing if it isn't what hubby wants to hear.
So, while I go to get Peanut another pair of underwear, I hear hubby reprimanding Peanut. Now, don't get me wrong...Peanut should have used the toilet. However, he is fairly new to the toilet thing and he is learning. When I was walking back through the kitchen I whispered in hubby's ear, "Now do you see why I told you we needed to stick with briefs? Briefs would have kept 'it' off the floor." Yeah, I know. I'm not "the bigger person." I like to say, "I told you so," on occasion.
Well, we got everything cleaned up and Peanut will be wearing briefs from now on.
Now, take into account that said three-year-old is potty training. Do you see where I'm going with this?
This morning, while hubby was getting ready for work and I was checking the weather (we're having an ice storm here) Peanut is in the kitchen and we hear, "Uh oh, Daddy! Uh oh! There's poopy on the floor Daddy! Uh oh!" (I feel like I need to tell you that in the past, any "poopy" on the floor has been mud, leaves or anything else that is dark in color.)
Neither hubby and I were too concerned because, like I said, "poopy" has never been poopy before and we figured Peanut was over-reacting. Never the less, we both went to check it out.
Well, you've probably figured out that this time the "poopy" really was poopy. Ick. Hubby was not happy, while I had a difficult not laughing. You see, I had been telling hubby all weekend that while Peanut was potty training, briefs were a better choice than boxers. But...like usual...all of my training (not to mention that I'm the one that has been working with the babysitter on this...and she's trained many kids) means nothing if it isn't what hubby wants to hear.
So, while I go to get Peanut another pair of underwear, I hear hubby reprimanding Peanut. Now, don't get me wrong...Peanut should have used the toilet. However, he is fairly new to the toilet thing and he is learning. When I was walking back through the kitchen I whispered in hubby's ear, "Now do you see why I told you we needed to stick with briefs? Briefs would have kept 'it' off the floor." Yeah, I know. I'm not "the bigger person." I like to say, "I told you so," on occasion.
Well, we got everything cleaned up and Peanut will be wearing briefs from now on.
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