Having three young children is like being strapped to the floor and having someone practicing their Chinese Water Torture technique on your forehead for years and years and years.
If you don’t find that inviting, I would suggest sticking to two or one or NONE!Filed under Uncategorized | Comment (0)
We went to KP’s 15 month check-up to make sure he wasn’t stunted from living with us. We came to find out; he is a normal 15 month old…with the exception of his head size, 80%. Which is actually smaller than his brother’s that measures in at a whooping 95%, and mind you, does have its own solar system.
We (the pediatrician and I) started talking about allergy medications. PJ has taken to having some good sized bags under her eyes, which are a-typical for her. She checked her out and thought it could be due to all the allergens in the air and suggested some allergy medicine.
The pediatrician gave us the ok sign and was gathering her things up when I said, “Before you go, and as long as we are on the subject of medications…we are going on a 12 hour car trip to Indiana for a family reunion in a few weeks. Can I give the kids some Dramamine for the car ride? Is that ok?”
She stood stock still, tilted her chin down to her chest, cocked her head slightly to the right, looked out at me as if looking over a fake pair of bifocals and said, “Are you REALLY asking me if it is ok to sedate your children?”
With that stare and those words I now know that our pediatrician (whom I love and admire) now thinks I am a complete JACKASS!Filed under Uncategorized | Comment (0)
Not only am I a day late, but I thought you turned 15 months old last month. No, I am NOT kidding. That is really fucking sad, in a funny sort of way. I can not promise that I won’t forget another one of these “month” milestones, but I can promise that I will NEVER forget your birthday!
It may sound like you get forgotten or left behind as the third, but believe me, I am sure you are going to work-it for all it’s worth. After all, you are the baby.
Besides not yet being able to walk, throwing any and all vegetable matter that is put in front of you on the floor and taking on the hitting behavior of the other kids as your own…your sweet little curls, your beautiful hazel eyes, your chubby fat legs, your inquisitiveness, your stubbornness, your sorry looking tantrums, your fabulous smile, your funny little personality, your love for your siblings, your squealing and gibberish and everything else that makes you “you” is a little slice of heaven.
I love you my little big baby, no matter how old you are!
MamaFiled under CT | Comment (0)
Happy Birthday to my one and only BIG brother!
Big brothers are great to have. I love having one. Only once in a blue moon did I wish I had a sister. And that passed quickly, especially when Tom went through his eye liner and hair dying phases.
As I watch my kids kick the crap out of each other, I lovingly think back at how my brother and I did the same thing…
I was in 4th grade and Tom was in 6th. I decided I wanted to make pancakes for him before school. He decided he wanted to flip. I didn’t want his help…screaming, pushing and pulling of the spatula ensued. Ultimately, we ended up wrestling each other to the ground. I on my stomach, arched up in a C shape, Tom riding me like Bodacious with my head/hair in one hand and the spatula pulled back ready to strike in the other.
Then mom walked down the stairs. She WAS NOT pleased!
Oh, I have many stories. And all of them put a little smile on my face.
Love ya Tom. I hope you have a great birthday.
Lil’sisFiled under Tremmels | Comment (0)
I signed-up to have my name placed in a lottery in the hopes of running the TC 10 mile run. And, I got in.
A year ago, my best friend and I were going to run this same race together. I was just coming off my third pregnancy and thought it would be a good way to get back into shape. She just wanted to do it. So, how fun to do it together.
However, a month or so later, my friend decided not to run the race. Instead, she chose to take up mountain biking and train for a vigorous forty mile bike race. That choice, along with a string of many others after it, altered our lives forever.
As I train for this race, I wonder…if she ran that race with me, instead of biking, would things be different? Would we still be friends? Would she still be married? Would everything that happened over the past year and a half happen anyway, just on a different timeline with different catalysts?
It is amazing the choices we make, the situations we put ourselves in, the things we say without even really thinking about them.
I wonder…knowing what she knows now, would she choose differently next time?Filed under Random thoughts | Comment (0)