Up over at G.I. June (Cleaver).
Thanks to Kristina for the idea.
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Is it bedtime yet?
For the last three weeks I have been to the clinic here on post once or twice or three times each week for weight checks on the baby. On Friday, I drove 30 minutes to go to a highly recommended lactation consultant. I will need to go see her several times a week for the foreseeable future.
This morning I had to take my oldest son to the orthodontist for an emergency repair job on his braces. This afternoon I had to take the baby in again for a weight check. As I was leaving the doctor nagged reminded me that I need to take the baby to an area hospital for a hearing test. I have to get it done before she’s 60 days old (she’s 28 days old now).
It’s just going to have to wait.
For a breastfeeding mom in need of relief for a stress headache, which is better: Tylenol or Advil? Or wine……?
I’m not the only one
“Thank you, Petey,” I chirped to my little helper who all on his own found some trash and dutifully ran to throw it away.
“Tanks, Billy-Jenny-MOMMY,” he responded.
It’s okay. I know who I am.
I’ll try to use smaller words
New Month’s Resolution for November
Once again, Sarah’s post has reminded me that I did start doing new month’s resolutions over a year ago, but another month has begun with me completely forgetting.
The past few weeks have been difficult…but more on that another time.
However, in light of how overwhelming life with a starving underweight newborn can be, my resolution (outside of feeding my child) must be very very simple.
There are some cute stores in the small downtown area near where I live, and they are all within walking distance of each other: a toy store, a book store, other specialty stores. One day this month, I will go shopping and see if I can cross some Christmas gifts off my list (hmm, maybe I’ll need to write that list too?). I’ll support the local merchants, and maybe find some things that my online shopping doesn’t usually display.
And, I’ll definitely be looking for a “Made in America” label.
The Feast of All Souls
Yesterday we honored all those saints in heaven praying for us.
Today we pray for those who have died (who have not been canonized) and ask for God’s mercy on them.
I’m praying especially for:
Clyde and Nora M.
Michael and Johanna S.
Charles and Mary R.
William and Millicent E.
Viola T.
Ernie and Phyllis M.
Father De
Father M
COL Kelly
Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord.
And may perpetual light shine upon them.
May the souls of the faithfully departed through the mercy of God rest in peace.
Amen.
Add the names of those you are remembering today in the comments, and I will include them in my prayers as well.
Trick or treat
How was your Halloween?
Feel a bit prehistoric?
Catch any bad guys?
Discover your twin was really a sister instead of a brother named Luke?
Chase any Jedi Knights around the Death Star?
Eat a little too much candy?
Note: all costumes are homemade…the Clone Trooper is made from poster board. He looked great – my husband did a fantastic job.
The high cost of grandparenting
“Do you have a baby in there?” asked the older woman at the grocery store. Yes, indeed, I did have Mary in my sling and showed her off to the woman’s oohs and aahs.
“I have fifteen great-grandchildren,” she stated.
“That’s great,” I enthused.
“No, it’s not,” she said.
…Uuh…”Do you wish you had more?”
“No! I have to buy all those presents,” she lamented.
This is so sad. Her great-grandchildren are just drains on her pocketbook. I sincerely hope that my own children are more a source of joy for their extended family than a financial burden. I’d rather my kids get nothing ever from a grandparent, aunt or uncle than that they be viewed this way. My grandparents couldn’t afford to give gifts to all their grandchildren. I was thrilled when Grandma pulled me aside and snuck a quarter in my hand. One year, we all got McDonald’s gift certificates for Christmas – that was the only year I remember getting anything. But I don’t think I loved Grandma any less than I would have had she showered me with expensive gifts.
Busted
I was pulled over for speeding late this morning on the way home from piano lessons. Why doesn’t the baby cry you want her to?
Actually, the very nice police officer didn’t play any games. He told me right away why he pulled me over, briefly chastised me for speeding with kids in the car (because 48 mph on a very wide, very straight, four lane road with a ridiculous 35 mph limit is dangerous, I guess), checked to see if my registration and insurance were up to date, asked if all the kids were mine, and then took my license back to his car to make sure I wasn’t wanted for felonies in ten states.
I was pretty sure I’d only get a warning, since he didn’t take the car info. My kids were very excited at the whole spectacle, and I think were a tad disappointed that nothing more dramatic then a cursory order to “Slow down” occurred.
As we pulled away, I asked who was going to tattle on me to their father. The response was a chorus of gleeful “Me!”
“Does he really need to know about this?” I asked.
“Yes!” Again, a happy, unanimous response.
So much for not biting the hand that feeds you.
For the record, I don’t keep secrets from my husband, and he wouldn’t be (wasn’t) particularly upset by this anyway.
Poor Jenny
Jenny: Mommy, can I hold Mary?
Me: I’m sorry, honey, she’s crying. I need to nurse her.
…later…
Jenny: Mommy, can I hold Mary?
Me: I’m sorry, honey, I’m still nursing her.
…later…
Jenny: Mommy, can I hold Mary?
Me: I’m sorry, honey, she’s really happy here on my lap.
At that point I realized that the answer was just simply NO. And perhaps it shouldn’t be. Even if those brief moments of contentment are cut short by the unpleasantness of being held by a Not The Momma.
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