What a mother of a day.

Today's sentiment is beautiful. Appreciate your mother. For some of us who are a little bit shitty to our mothers, it is a good reminder to thank them for the sacrifices they have made and gifts they have given to us. To note, I have a mother who is so super loving that sometimes I feel smothered. But, and this is a huge but, this woman would do almost anything for me. She has my back. And I think the reason she does what she does is because she loves us so much that she would rather take any pain we experience away. This includes making suggestions, calling all the time... you get the idea. I love you, too, mom.

But today makes me sad. It reminds me of my loss as a mother. And because of that loss, I feel much more aware of the pain that this day may bring to others. As some celebrate, others are reminded of their loss, or their struggles to grow a child in their bodies or adopt a child. Some are looking at the clock wondering when their lives will line up just right, so that they can experience motherhood themselves. I am thinking of them today. I would love for them to get exactly what they want. I know that is not possible for everyone, so I hope they find peace and joy in their lives.

I love my kids. I love my husband. This job is hard, but I don't ever want to know life without it.

My last post

So I did say it was good news that two "evil" people were dead. May I say in no way did I delight in their deaths. I didn't woot and hollar. I felt not much, actually. A man who is considered a harm to people was exterminated. My kid heard me talking to a friend who asked my opinion on it. I tried to explain that while we do not rejoice in the death of others, it is sometimes necessary. Yeah, good times.

So that's it. Just to clarify. I'm glad we discussed it.

Of course, having these kind of discussions makes you really reevaluate how you describe good and bad to your children. Kids think in black and white. You have to descibe things that way in the beginning. But the truth is, nothing is in black and white. We have all done good things and bad things. At what point does a good person end and an evil person begins? How much bad does someone have to do? Don't look at me, I don't have the answer.

It's been a weekend

So, a lot has happened this weekend. I'm more of a list girl. So we'll start with the lists. Then we will paragraph the rest.

Good news:
*Bin Laden is killed. (May I say, it does feel weird wishing people dead.)
*My former boss opened up her own store and non-profit organization.
*Several friends accomplished their first 5K and half marathons.

Bad news:
*A shooting at our local mall.
*A shooting in Decatur leaving an 18 year old dead, and 2 suspects on the run armed and dangerous.

Pesonal Good news:
*BE has started to crawl. :) She's not a crazy maniac yet, but she is starting to get around.
*BE has started to feed herself. Thank you to my friend who gave us large rice wafers that totally interested BE to do it. :)
*While J did not pass swim class, he made amazing accomplishments. He learned how to put part of his face in the water (small steps); he learned how to paddle. He got dropped off a diving board (and caught) and loved it. He swam in the deep end of a pool with one of those tubes tied around his waist. I know it sounds like little accomplishments. But for a boy who, 8 weeks ago, refused to do any water activities during swim lessons...dude, he rocks. (I'd like to think my bribery of cookies helped - hah!)

We are super proud of the work our kids have been doing. While I would love to totally claim credit for these personal accomplishments, the truth is that we were lucky to have some pretty amazing people in our kids' lives. We had a favorite swim teacher that made J feel safe. We have two amazing therapists that help BE with her gross motor and fine motor skills.

My quick rant: Up until yesterday, I felt no strangeness in my daughter having glasses. However, a little girl pointed at her at the aquatic center. The child did not bother me because that is what little kids do, but the mother who told her daughter "it's not nice to point" is the one who did. Suddenly, E having glasses was freakish - something not to point at. We are all different. Different is the new normal. ;) I am totally comfortable with people asking questions. I feel like it's a great way to educate people about optical problems in babies. I have no problem with the kids at school pointing out that our baby has glasses. But I just wish that mom at that pool might have said something along the lines of "the little baby needs the glasses so she can see better."

Holy Shit, Batman!

Yes, you heard me. I said shit. Because that has been the theme of my day. In the last 24 hours I have been been "puked on" with phlem, had a wet bed, a fever-ridden/crying boy, a coughing (nay, hacking) husband, and a major poosposion that occured minutes before BE's therapist arrived.

That's the major shit part. It was on her back, on her hands, on her feet, on the floor... Everywhere. And it wasn't the nice easy to clean kind. Oh no, it was the liquidy kind that took five million wipes. And then the smell would not go away. The poor therapist. BE was clean, but still, there was no time for a bath. So in my mind, not completely clean.

Today, BE's therapist decided to be more hands off today to see how much she has progressed. But I think it was because she didn't want to have shit residue on her. They do not pay these awesome people enough for all the shit they have to put up with.

Hah. Ok, I'm done now.

Gender Wars

Okay, that's a little extreme. But if you talk to Curious J, he has a thing for it being just boys. And so, he got exactly what he wanted: a boys weekend to his grandparents house. He was spoiled with cookies and toys and pizza and popcorn. And that is how the grandparents in our family work.

The ladies stayed here. :) We didn't have to travel and sit in a rocking chair all night at the grandparents. We were able to take naps and go for quick cars rides for soda. We (ok, me) organized the house some. Sadly the weather was crap yesterday or else we would have enjoyed some outside time. But it was still a fun-filled, laid back weekend.

There was very little crying and fussing. I felt less stress. I didn't feel rushed. I loved not having to consult the whole family for the plan. It made me realize that it isn't all about it being just the temparment of the second kid. It's the function of the family. And when things are calm, I can have some pretty laid back and fun experience with BE. That made me extremely happy.

Scientist baby

A few blogs ago, I mentioned that I noticed Blue Eye's eyes not matching up correctly. After meeting with the opthamologist, we were given the diagnosis of intermittent exotropia. Because he did not specialize in pediatric opthamology, we were referred to a doctor in a city nearby. Today, we went to the pediatric opthamologist and he was able to test BE. He found an astigmatism which (from what I believe he said) could have been the reason why BE never developed the single vision using both eyes. Blah, blah, blah, a bunch of medical information, and we were given glasses.

Curious J has named her Scientist Baby. Doesn't she look beautiful! There is a chance that the glasses will correct the issue. Blah, blah blah, percentage of success. Blah, blah, blah, if not, here's what happens next.

We will check back in 6 weeks to see how it goes.

By the way, I did pay attention during the blah, blah, blahs. But passing on the information from my non-medical degreed brain to my readers would just be disastrous.

After two hours at the clinic, we did go to Chuck E Cheese. Curious J was very patient and helpful. So he got to play some rockin' fun games with dad.

The Art of Honesty

You know what is great about kids - they are honest without filter. If you ask their opinion about something, they will most likely give it to you. "Do you want to play with so-in-so?" "NO," they may reply. Part of you is embarassed. Part of you is envious. Part of you is flustered but what you are going to do next. Curious J has done this to me a good number of times. And he is excellent at doing this in front of the parent or child. And sometimes, he doesn't need asking. Sometimes he just gives his opinion freely. He called a nurse "old" when she was taking Blue Eyes' blood once.. She was elderly, but did he really have to say it out loud? Fortunately, she laughed at it and said to me, "I bet this is an embarassing moment for you."

There are a few people I am happy to say I can be brutally honest with. A handful. And while they end up getting my honest answer, which they may or many not like, they are also aware of what I really think. No second guessing. And sadly, they get the shaft because I can tell them what you really want or feel. Whereas with others, I have to put my happy face on and lie. In laws, parents, friends, hair stylists, servers... it comes at any level. And why do we have to be so polite to the point of bending over backwards or sacrificing our own comfort. We choose living with unhappiness over living with guilt of rejection or honesty. When a server brings you the wrong side, do you say anything? When your MIL gives you a gift you don't really care for it, and she asks your opinion, do you tell the truth? When you just don't feel like going out with a friend, but you know saying no will likely lead to a conversation or harassment, do you go just to avoid confrontation? When you child has a birthday party coming up with only so many children allowed invited, do you allow your child to invite the kids he wants? Do you add to the list even if you didn't budget for the increase? (Yeah, we are getting close to that issue.)

Are you feeling awkward reading this? Knowing that you are guilting of some of these things. And yet, I hate that I can't be honest. Not rude. Honest. Because there is a difference between hurting someone's feelings and potentially hurting someone's feelings because you know what you are giving them in your appeasing lie isn't benefiting them or you. You will just end up with resentment

So, I will say this to you. If you find me being honest, please don't take it as wanting to hurt your feelings, but as a compliment for trying to have a real relationship with you.

She's an eater

I wanted BE to start getting use to real solid food. Not the kind in the jar, the kind you have to chew. So I bought those Gerber puffs to practice her fine motor and her chewing. Well, a few weeks later, here we are having to give her some kind of bread or pasta or puff in between the spoonfuls of Stage 3 jars of food, because she refused to eat them without incentive. So today, I tried bananas. A no go. Tonight I tried blueberries and grapes (no skin, don't worry). Still a no go. (Since she was completely exhausted at the time, I will try again during a wakeful period). She will eat ziti, spaghetti, bagels, bread, and, for the first time today, a sugar cookie. Oh yeah, and part of a fry. But I really am trying to find foods she can gnaw on with her two little teeth that are nutritious.

The downfall to this is that she is waking up hungry at about 3-3:30am. So I have a choice: Feed her or hold her to sleep (because when I set her down she will wake up screaming). Since she was a couple months old, this little girl has not had a middle of the night bottle. But now, she is starting to demand it. I do not want to start a feeding in the middle.

This is what happens with a cognitively intelligent girl. She kicks my ass. ;)

Goodbye Geraldine

Today marks the passing a woman who will remain in my memory for my entire life. Geraldine Ferraro. For those of you who do not know, she was the vice presidential nominee for the Democratic party in 1984 running with Walter Mondale. Yeah, I actually remember something about history. This is it.

Now, BDR does not remember her, probably because for a boy growing up, seeing a male president or vice president was everyday. For us little girls, the possibility of being a person in such an important position as a female was awesome. And because of this, I wanted to be the first female President of the United States. Now, here I am as a SAHM being no where close to running for office, but the dream was alive for me because of her.

Thank you, Geraldine. Rest in peace.

Oooooh, Witchy Woman

My little girl is getting a reputation in out house as someone who is excellent at aggressively communicating when she is not happy. It's funny. At first it was the fact that she didn't feel well, but now she is just pissed. A lot. In the night, she wakes up hourly screaming, and then once picked up she falls back asleep immediately. Instead of attempting to mobilize herself, she screams at laying on her back on the floor for too long. She screams when she is put on her belly. She. likes. to. scream. And cry.

As her DT says, it's a battle of the wills. And I am not going down without a fight. A quiet fight in order to not wake Curious J up in the night.

Today we were at breakfast (yes, outside our home) and she started getting upset sitting on my lap. She started getting vocal. But we must have been the only ones to notice because this nice elderly woman told me as we were leaving that I had the happiest baby. HAHAHAHAHAHAH!

I love her. And when she is happy, she lights up an entire room. But when she is pissed, she takes the entire house down. This is going to be a very very interesting relationship.

In the meantime, look how cute she is. :) I know. How could someone who looks like this be so angry.



I mean, is she screaming or laughing. :)