We are frantically getting closer to Hershey Park. We leave this Thursday!
Of course I made a packing list for all three of us. Anal? Sure.
Of course, Pro is sick. So is Girl. She started sniffling last night. She has that sick, rosy cheek face that she always gets and her nose is all stuffed up.
Now she really sounds like The Nanny...
Great.
Of course, I'm going to Hershey with or with out without them, s'all I'm saying!
Girl is still trying to stay dry at night, but her days are rockin!
Her teacher came over yesterday to meet with her, one on one before school starts. She was so excited. She chatted that poor lady's ear off...Pro offered her a stiff drink when she was done.
The teacher was impressed that Girl new a lot about a lot of different things...Made us proud!
And Girl is really excited for school to start. What a milestone!!!
Smart chicken!
Hopefully, our trip will be as uneventful as I hope, and our amusement park adventure will be exciting and fun!!!
If not, I'll have so much to blog about!
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Update!
So much to report.
Girl woke up this morning with a dry pull up! For the first time ever...She's been trained during the day for a month now and this very morning was her first dry one ever!!!
Go Girl.
The countdown to school has begun. September 17th is her first day. Alone.
Prepare for the sobby posts.
I officially have a polyp in my endometrial lining. It was discovered by a pelvic sonogram and confirmed with a sonohysterogram. Damn catheter.
I have to get it removed soon. Fun times people.
Girl woke up this morning with a dry pull up! For the first time ever...She's been trained during the day for a month now and this very morning was her first dry one ever!!!
Go Girl.
The countdown to school has begun. September 17th is her first day. Alone.
Prepare for the sobby posts.
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I officially have a polyp in my endometrial lining. It was discovered by a pelvic sonogram and confirmed with a sonohysterogram. Damn catheter.
I have to get it removed soon. Fun times people.
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Seems I also need to go for a fourth breast mammo/sonogram for a "finding". They say it's nothing, but I have to go back in six months for an update. My Gyno may want me to see a breast surgeon too...just to be safe...what with my history and all.
I went for my yearly screening which turned diagnostic last month, so from now on, they will be extra cautious. Just the way I like it. No mistakes here, thankyouverymuch.
I'm healthy, I swear. Just need a little tuning up since I turned 35 and all. I seem to have rolled down the other side of the hill a little faster than I originally expected.
So that's the news that's fit to print.
Nothing else really.
Girl is amazing and doing so well. She's growing and learning and reading and even writing...At 3 and a half. Whatta kid.
I went for my yearly screening which turned diagnostic last month, so from now on, they will be extra cautious. Just the way I like it. No mistakes here, thankyouverymuch.
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I'm healthy, I swear. Just need a little tuning up since I turned 35 and all. I seem to have rolled down the other side of the hill a little faster than I originally expected.
So that's the news that's fit to print.
Nothing else really.
Girl is amazing and doing so well. She's growing and learning and reading and even writing...At 3 and a half. Whatta kid.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Dry for two weeks...
I know she's gonna kill me when she gets older...But The Girl has been dry for two weeks.
All poop and pee all the time in the pot. Yay her.
Summer school ended for her this week and she is looking very forward to school in September. And that's right...Dancing School.
We signed her up for that too..She is ecstatic.
I hope she enjoys it as much as I did when I was a kid...
She is growing and blossoming into this little girl right before my eyes and I am finding that her independence is stronger than ever.
I am so proud of her.
I am so happy that she has learned to find joy in the things that kids do.
I am so in awe of the way she has lost most of her fears and inhibitions and just...goes for it. With strength and excitement.
I am so proud of my girl.
All poop and pee all the time in the pot. Yay her.
Summer school ended for her this week and she is looking very forward to school in September. And that's right...Dancing School.
We signed her up for that too..She is ecstatic.
I hope she enjoys it as much as I did when I was a kid...
She is growing and blossoming into this little girl right before my eyes and I am finding that her independence is stronger than ever.
I am so proud of her.
I am so happy that she has learned to find joy in the things that kids do.
I am so in awe of the way she has lost most of her fears and inhibitions and just...goes for it. With strength and excitement.
I am so proud of my girl.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
We Have Poopie! (2007)
Yes indeedie doodie.
Little girl is going!
In the POT!!!!
Both Number one and number two...My little potty pro!
So after one full year and 31 doodie posts later...This is the first positive doodie post out there...Yay Girl!
She has been dry for a week and is a proud pooper.
I am a proud Mamma and I have been so much calmer since the big event.
She even pooped for Papa...How appropriate really.
Her first poop ever was in his presence and her first words after she did it was: "Can I show Papa?"...She's definitely his grandbaby.
So now, our next hurdle...leaving the house. You see, she's afraid of public bathrooms. Especially the unexpected flush from a neighboring stall. And the hand drier/blower thing. Too loud.
Any suggestions on traveling and public pots...throw 'em at me.
I'm all (r)ears!
Little girl is going!
In the POT!!!!
Both Number one and number two...My little potty pro!
So after one full year and 31 doodie posts later...This is the first positive doodie post out there...Yay Girl!
She has been dry for a week and is a proud pooper.
I am a proud Mamma and I have been so much calmer since the big event.
She even pooped for Papa...How appropriate really.
Her first poop ever was in his presence and her first words after she did it was: "Can I show Papa?"...She's definitely his grandbaby.
So now, our next hurdle...leaving the house. You see, she's afraid of public bathrooms. Especially the unexpected flush from a neighboring stall. And the hand drier/blower thing. Too loud.
Any suggestions on traveling and public pots...throw 'em at me.
I'm all (r)ears!
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
It's So Easy
I can always tell when I need to re-evaluate my space in this world.
When I need to take inventory of my head and heart and do some spring cleaning.
It's been this way for years.
And the cues have returned.
When I was 18, I listened to three particular albums back to back every single day. Yes, albums. Vinyl. CD's were too expensive for me back then. I listened to all the tracks on these albums repeatedly. I can't even really tell you why it was these three albums in particular. But it was.
Appetite for Destruction had been out for three years already and I knew every word and tune by heart. And I connected to the overall theme of 'destruction' well back then. I felt like the world was 'Out ta Get Me'
(Believe it? I was at that show! The Ritz 1988)
...and I knew the sarcasm of 'It's So Easy' was geared towards me.
And I totally felt "So Crazy' that there was no hope in sight...
Yup, G'NR ruled my days...and nights.
Then there was Bat out of Hell...(I know) It came out when I was five years old and I wanted it so badly, I begged for my Mom to buy it for me at Camelot Music Stores in the mall. God, I begged to go to that store every day! When I got older, it was like a staple in my music collection and I started listening to it again when I was struggling in High School.
I can't even tell you how many times I played 'Heaven Can Wait' over and over again.
And 'Two outta Three Ain't Bad'
You'd think I was dying.
I wasn't literally. But inside I did.
Then there was TNT. That whole album is still one of my favorites to this day. I am in awe of Tony Harnell's voice.
The music of these three albums makes the feeling I got in High School return to this day every time I hear them.
And I woke up this morning singing these songs in my head. Autopilot. Not thinking about it...just in my head. These songs.
This means, I need to clean out my mind. I need to get motivated to trash the anger and release the tension that is building inside of me. Or I will burst.
I need to reorganize my mind's bins again. They sure are a mess.
These songs reminded me of that this morning and I gotta get to work. Amazing how music can inspire you, lead you and help you feel again.
But. It Ain't So Easy. Axl, you're a smarty. Aren't you?
When I need to take inventory of my head and heart and do some spring cleaning.
It's been this way for years.
And the cues have returned.
When I was 18, I listened to three particular albums back to back every single day. Yes, albums. Vinyl. CD's were too expensive for me back then. I listened to all the tracks on these albums repeatedly. I can't even really tell you why it was these three albums in particular. But it was.
Appetite for Destruction had been out for three years already and I knew every word and tune by heart. And I connected to the overall theme of 'destruction' well back then. I felt like the world was 'Out ta Get Me'
(Believe it? I was at that show! The Ritz 1988)
...and I knew the sarcasm of 'It's So Easy' was geared towards me.
And I totally felt "So Crazy' that there was no hope in sight...
Yup, G'NR ruled my days...and nights.
Then there was Bat out of Hell...(I know) It came out when I was five years old and I wanted it so badly, I begged for my Mom to buy it for me at Camelot Music Stores in the mall. God, I begged to go to that store every day! When I got older, it was like a staple in my music collection and I started listening to it again when I was struggling in High School.
I can't even tell you how many times I played 'Heaven Can Wait' over and over again.
And 'Two outta Three Ain't Bad'
You'd think I was dying.
I wasn't literally. But inside I did.
Then there was TNT. That whole album is still one of my favorites to this day. I am in awe of Tony Harnell's voice.
The music of these three albums makes the feeling I got in High School return to this day every time I hear them.
And I woke up this morning singing these songs in my head. Autopilot. Not thinking about it...just in my head. These songs.
This means, I need to clean out my mind. I need to get motivated to trash the anger and release the tension that is building inside of me. Or I will burst.
I need to reorganize my mind's bins again. They sure are a mess.
These songs reminded me of that this morning and I gotta get to work. Amazing how music can inspire you, lead you and help you feel again.
But. It Ain't So Easy. Axl, you're a smarty. Aren't you?
Monday, July 2, 2007
P.P.A
I have been dying to write this post since June third!
That's when Queen Heather wrote this post about her eldest boy.
Queen Heather at the infamous "Island of the Shake Shake" (what a cool place) has written about her sons (The Heir and The Spare) before. Each post makes you laugh, cry and sometimes even pee a little...She is hysterical. So are they! (And wanna talk convincing....she got me to actually purchase this...) I know, I know....she deserves an award for THAT!
Once in a while, she'll write about the stuff her and her son (The Heir) are going through when he is "out of his element"...Some days it is a very difficult path they are walking along together but the love she feels for that little boy is insurmountable. I feel it in her writing. And she helps me understand.
She helps me understand the nuances of a child who is over-stimulated and dealing with sensory overload and anxiousness. She helps me to see that these things are all a part of the way some children are...She helps me to realize that we are never 'normal' and who really is anyway? Sometimes I need to hear it from someone else. And sometimes I need to see how others handle it...Because my daughter can be that way too.
In this post, I felt her love, anxiety and concern for her baby because I have felt it too, just as intense, when my daughter has gotten over-anxious and for lack of a better word - difficult - in certain situations. I have been in The Queen's shoes and I want her to know she is not alone. I feel her. And I also want her to know how proud I am of her. For the way she handled this particular situation. I couldn't have done it better...I don't think anybody could have...She is a wonderful mother and a stellar example of motherhood!
And Queen Heather expresses her thoughts so deeply and so openly that I think she deserves a Perfect Post Award..Don't you?
All my love Queen Heather! You rock and rule!
Thank you also to Lindsay and MommaK for so eloquently coordinating this award...you can see the entire list of nominees here.
That's when Queen Heather wrote this post about her eldest boy.
Queen Heather at the infamous "Island of the Shake Shake" (what a cool place) has written about her sons (The Heir and The Spare) before. Each post makes you laugh, cry and sometimes even pee a little...She is hysterical. So are they! (And wanna talk convincing....she got me to actually purchase this...) I know, I know....she deserves an award for THAT!
Once in a while, she'll write about the stuff her and her son (The Heir) are going through when he is "out of his element"...Some days it is a very difficult path they are walking along together but the love she feels for that little boy is insurmountable. I feel it in her writing. And she helps me understand.
She helps me understand the nuances of a child who is over-stimulated and dealing with sensory overload and anxiousness. She helps me to see that these things are all a part of the way some children are...She helps me to realize that we are never 'normal' and who really is anyway? Sometimes I need to hear it from someone else. And sometimes I need to see how others handle it...Because my daughter can be that way too.
In this post, I felt her love, anxiety and concern for her baby because I have felt it too, just as intense, when my daughter has gotten over-anxious and for lack of a better word - difficult - in certain situations. I have been in The Queen's shoes and I want her to know she is not alone. I feel her. And I also want her to know how proud I am of her. For the way she handled this particular situation. I couldn't have done it better...I don't think anybody could have...She is a wonderful mother and a stellar example of motherhood!
And Queen Heather expresses her thoughts so deeply and so openly that I think she deserves a Perfect Post Award..Don't you?
All my love Queen Heather! You rock and rule!
Thank you also to Lindsay and MommaK for so eloquently coordinating this award...you can see the entire list of nominees here.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Do's and Don'ts of Spray on Tanning
Ok. Don't laugh. I had a wedding this weekend and I wanted to look hawt. (tee hee)
So even though I've been getting some color in the front yard, I thought I'd even it out and get just a little darker for the summer's biggest extravaganza!
Sooo, I went for a spray-on tan.
Here are some things to remember if you do get this done...
Do:
Don't:
So even though I've been getting some color in the front yard, I thought I'd even it out and get just a little darker for the summer's biggest extravaganza!
Sooo, I went for a spray-on tan.
Here are some things to remember if you do get this done...
Do:
- Exfoliate, exfoliate, exfoliate
- Expect to feel sticky after the application and expect to stay that way until you shower
- Expect to get it on your clothing (and your kid if you're not careful)
- Wear dark, loose fitting clothes for after the application (think mu mu)
- Expect to feel like a fat tub-o-lard standing there nekkid with just your paper panties on
- Expect to question every decision you have ever made that led you to this procedure
- Especially when your boobahs are white as ghosts and sorta saggin' (at least in your eyes)
- Be careful that stuff gets everywhere
- Exfoliate
- Understand that you will look like an orange until you shower
- Expect to get what you pay for...you will be $60.00 lighter in the wallet, but you won't get melanoma (a small price for health I say)
- Plan the application at least two days before an event
- Plan on blowing away the little black dress you plan to wear
- Do it for any event but make sure you exfoliate
Don't:
- Go in a driving thunderstorm (think Jackson Pollack)
- Wear flip flops in said rainstorm or step in gigantic puddles
- Expect brain surgeons to be working at the salon
- Go in a hawty-tawty neighborhood, they sneer
- Expect the salon workers to giggle at you (at least not to your face)
- Shower for eight hours after the application
- Let one ounce of water touch your skin for eight hours after the application
- Sweat...ever
- Forget to exfoliate
- Wear a mu mu in a driving rainstorm with your flip flops although on a sunny day it would be perfecto
- Pay more than $60.00 for the treatment...it may not be worth it
- Go the night before a big event
- Be surprised by the compliments you will receive for looking like you just got back from St. Tropez
- Expect your husband to keep his hands to himself...(rowr)
- PANIC...it's not THAT bad
- Be surprised if you don't exfoliate
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Just my 19th Nervous Breakdown
I find myself digging deep within myself for patience these days.
I notice that I am talking myself through the most mundane tasks in order not to lose my cool over silly things. However, it's not working. I'm pissed all the time. And my fuse is burnt to a crisp.
"OK J...she's 3, it WILL take her a half an hour to brush her teeth and you'll be lucky she actually skims a tooth with her toothbrush..."
"This is normal J, she has to question you...she's curious."
"But she only walks at a turtle's pace because she has smaller legs than you and she is taking it all in..."
"But breakfast isn't really the most important meal of the day..is it?" "As long as she's eating something!!"
"Of course its all about her...you've made it that way for her entire life...you can't expect her to deal with sharing your time now." (Just the other day...I asked Girl to please crawl out of my buttcrack because I needed to talk to her...) She giggled. I wanted to cry.
Why am I finding it so hard to do the easy tasks of each day?
Why am I losing patience with the three year old, who really is only being three? (...and quite a terrific three at that!)
I mean really...How easy is it to be with someone on a continuous loop 24 hours a day 7 days a week without losing it once in a while?
...No matter how much your heart is overflowing with love for that person.
Even people who work three jobs and 95 hours a week get a break from their co-workers once in a while.
(NO, I don't want to go to work!)
Why can't I ever keep the house presentable? And why is the floor/sink/laundry/dog always dirty?
Why can't I call that kid's mother for a playdate when I know Girl loves the friggin' kid...but I just don't wanna be bothered?
Why then, do I complain that I have no mommy friends and no one to hang out with?
Why do I find it so hard to stay happy?
Not get happy.
Stay happy. Stay calm, balanced and just content.
What is the problem?
I notice that I am talking myself through the most mundane tasks in order not to lose my cool over silly things. However, it's not working. I'm pissed all the time. And my fuse is burnt to a crisp.
"OK J...she's 3, it WILL take her a half an hour to brush her teeth and you'll be lucky she actually skims a tooth with her toothbrush..."
"This is normal J, she has to question you...she's curious."
"But she only walks at a turtle's pace because she has smaller legs than you and she is taking it all in..."
"But breakfast isn't really the most important meal of the day..is it?" "As long as she's eating something!!"
"Of course its all about her...you've made it that way for her entire life...you can't expect her to deal with sharing your time now." (Just the other day...I asked Girl to please crawl out of my buttcrack because I needed to talk to her...) She giggled. I wanted to cry.
Why am I finding it so hard to do the easy tasks of each day?
Why am I losing patience with the three year old, who really is only being three? (...and quite a terrific three at that!)
I mean really...How easy is it to be with someone on a continuous loop 24 hours a day 7 days a week without losing it once in a while?
...No matter how much your heart is overflowing with love for that person.
Even people who work three jobs and 95 hours a week get a break from their co-workers once in a while.
(NO, I don't want to go to work!)
Why can't I ever keep the house presentable? And why is the floor/sink/laundry/dog always dirty?
Why can't I call that kid's mother for a playdate when I know Girl loves the friggin' kid...but I just don't wanna be bothered?
Why then, do I complain that I have no mommy friends and no one to hang out with?
Why do I find it so hard to stay happy?
Not get happy.
Stay happy. Stay calm, balanced and just content.
What is the problem?
2 more days
Maybe I'm just a really extra sensitive person. I never thought I was. But I guess I am.
Everything makes me cry.
Is it getting older? Does that make you more sensitive?
Does PMS get worse as the years go by?
It can't always be THE HAT TRICK can it? I hafta get used to this sooner or later right?
Dunno?!
I am extra possessive and protective over my men. Don't mess with me there...
And I am like a raging lunatic to protect my kid.
Nothing has happened. I'm just waiting with my back up. For something, anything to send me reeling into a tizzy...I'm ready to rip someones head off if they look at me the wrong way.
And I'm tense. Extra tense. I've been going back to the chiropractor (God love him) and he's been trying (in vain) to loosen up the gargantuan knot in my spine.
Blogging truly is my therapy and I haven't even been posting regularly. I've been reading a lot of my blogroll and trying to comment but that isn't helping either...Hmmm...Now I know somethings up.
You know, everyone always thinks of J as this easy-going and calm...roll off your back like water off a duck's ass type-o chick...But it's the people who know me (the 3 or 4 of you) that know I keep it all inside. I tense up more and more the more shit I hold inside and I literally explode in one way or another.
Crying, yelling, throwing the remote...But I always do it when I'm alone.
I think I need to explode.
But herein lies the problemo.
I'm never alone.
And I will NOT explode in front of the Girl. Even though I have been extra edgy with her too these days. She is starting to think I may be Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde...
Then I look at the calendar and I realize the calendar reads June 28th...Two more days till July and my three months of mourning is over...for now. I did nothing to remember Mom on the 25th like I thought I wanted to...But I guess I did what my subconscious wanted me to. I did go back to the chiropractor for the first time that day....Was she pushing me to?
Or do I need some serious meds/detox/work out to chill me out again?
Probably.
Thanks for listening.
Everything makes me cry.
Is it getting older? Does that make you more sensitive?
Does PMS get worse as the years go by?
It can't always be THE HAT TRICK can it? I hafta get used to this sooner or later right?
Dunno?!
I am extra possessive and protective over my men. Don't mess with me there...
And I am like a raging lunatic to protect my kid.
Nothing has happened. I'm just waiting with my back up. For something, anything to send me reeling into a tizzy...I'm ready to rip someones head off if they look at me the wrong way.
And I'm tense. Extra tense. I've been going back to the chiropractor (God love him) and he's been trying (in vain) to loosen up the gargantuan knot in my spine.
Blogging truly is my therapy and I haven't even been posting regularly. I've been reading a lot of my blogroll and trying to comment but that isn't helping either...Hmmm...Now I know somethings up.
You know, everyone always thinks of J as this easy-going and calm...roll off your back like water off a duck's ass type-o chick...But it's the people who know me (the 3 or 4 of you) that know I keep it all inside. I tense up more and more the more shit I hold inside and I literally explode in one way or another.
Crying, yelling, throwing the remote...But I always do it when I'm alone.
I think I need to explode.
But herein lies the problemo.
I'm never alone.
And I will NOT explode in front of the Girl. Even though I have been extra edgy with her too these days. She is starting to think I may be Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde...
Then I look at the calendar and I realize the calendar reads June 28th...Two more days till July and my three months of mourning is over...for now. I did nothing to remember Mom on the 25th like I thought I wanted to...But I guess I did what my subconscious wanted me to. I did go back to the chiropractor for the first time that day....Was she pushing me to?
Or do I need some serious meds/detox/work out to chill me out again?
Probably.
Thanks for listening.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Nice Surprise...
I got a note in the mail today.
It's from my old Teacher's Assistant from one of my fourth grade classes. "Ms. R."
It was so nice to hear from her. She sent me her twin daughter's HIGH SCHOOL graduation pictures...Yikes. I'ma gettin' old.
When I met them, they just entered Junior High...Now they are going off to college! How does that happen?
She reminded me that time flies so quickly and that I should be savoring all my moments with the Stinks. I do. I honestly do.
Got me to thinking.
*****Look out*****SappyStuff Ahead******Gotta Tissue?******
How much fun I'm having with my little girl. It's a blast!
I am so lucky to be home with her, watching her grow and mature. Helping her find her place in this world one day at a time.
One step. Each day. Getting closer to her becoming a big girl. A woman.
And, in each step I'm losing my baby.
But I tell her every day.
No matter what, she will always be my baby girl.
When she's 36 and married with her own kids...she'll still be my baby girl.
Forever.
When she is fighting me for her independence and I am having a hard time letting go...When she begs to sleep over a friend's house but I refuse, when she hates me for grounding her or taking away her car keys...I hope she knows I do it all because I love her and want to protect her from hurt.
But I also want to help her find her independence and inner-strength. And I am struggling with that.
I wish on shooting stars, pennies with their heads up, eyelashes. I wish on birthday candles and I pray to something higher that my little girl becomes the empowered woman she deserves to be.
Because she was meant for something special. I feel it in my bones. My gut. That she is meant for great things...
I just hope she knows I love her unconditionally. And I have her back. Forever.
It's from my old Teacher's Assistant from one of my fourth grade classes. "Ms. R."
It was so nice to hear from her. She sent me her twin daughter's HIGH SCHOOL graduation pictures...Yikes. I'ma gettin' old.
When I met them, they just entered Junior High...Now they are going off to college! How does that happen?
She reminded me that time flies so quickly and that I should be savoring all my moments with the Stinks. I do. I honestly do.
Got me to thinking.
*****Look out*****SappyStuff Ahead******Gotta Tissue?******
How much fun I'm having with my little girl. It's a blast!
I am so lucky to be home with her, watching her grow and mature. Helping her find her place in this world one day at a time.
One step. Each day. Getting closer to her becoming a big girl. A woman.
And, in each step I'm losing my baby.
But I tell her every day.
No matter what, she will always be my baby girl.
When she's 36 and married with her own kids...she'll still be my baby girl.
Forever.
When she is fighting me for her independence and I am having a hard time letting go...When she begs to sleep over a friend's house but I refuse, when she hates me for grounding her or taking away her car keys...I hope she knows I do it all because I love her and want to protect her from hurt.
But I also want to help her find her independence and inner-strength. And I am struggling with that.
I wish on shooting stars, pennies with their heads up, eyelashes. I wish on birthday candles and I pray to something higher that my little girl becomes the empowered woman she deserves to be.
Because she was meant for something special. I feel it in my bones. My gut. That she is meant for great things...
I just hope she knows I love her unconditionally. And I have her back. Forever.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Happy Summer?
So, how important is your uterine wall anyways?
'Cause according to my multitude of sonograms today...mine is "extremely thick"...
And what are polyps and how do they go away?
Oh, and whodathunk that it was difficult to pee....Lordy.
Ah, childbirth.
Damn you Google!
Still feel like crap. Testing to be determined???
Oh, and Happy Summer.
'Cause according to my multitude of sonograms today...mine is "extremely thick"...
And what are polyps and how do they go away?
Oh, and whodathunk that it was difficult to pee....Lordy.
Ah, childbirth.
Damn you Google!
Still feel like crap. Testing to be determined???
Oh, and Happy Summer.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Like Father, like.....husband
I posted this on the Blog Exchange...But I wanted to have it here (home) too for my special men.
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They always say you wind up marrying a man like your father.
I never believed it until I met and married The Pro.
My dad is the coolest, calmest most laid back man you could ever meet. He cares deeply for the people he loves, has a hard time showing it, but you know it when you are one of those people.
He would do anything for you if it meant it would bring you happiness. He is selfless and giving and never puts himself first.
When Dad laughs you can't help but laugh right along with him because his giggle in infectious and his eyes always tear up when he laughs too hard...just like me.
As soft and gentle as he is, don't mess with him. He'll bring you down if he has to. Especially when it comes to his daughter! He's one tough cookie and was known to be a real "bad boy" when he was a teenager. Ooh, he was so cute!
I always admired him. Always. I have always felt a certain comfort knowing he had my back and I always knew I was safe. He protected me, sheltered me (a little too much) but allowed me to grow as an independent woman. Even today, I know I can go to Dad with anything troubling me and he'll be there to help. And hug.
He was a Mother and a Father to me for most of my life and I cherish his strength and perseverance even in the hardest of times.
He was the role model I followed when it came to finding my husband. Yes, I bumped into a bunch of 'Bad Boys' in my day too, but ultimately I married a man that has all of Dad's best qualities and more.
Pro is gentle and kind and sarcastic as hell. He is smart as a whip and sassy and extremely loving.
He would do anything in this world to make me and Girl happy. He is selfless and giving and wishes the world for "his girls". Whatever it is we need, he provides...no questions asked.
Pro is a hard worker for his girls and shows us love and affection a thousand times over to make sure we know he loves us.
He respects us as women and would never mistreat us. He shows Girl the right way to treat a woman by being kind and gentle and caring to her mother. We have him as a provider, protector, soul mate and father and we are the two luckiest ladies ever.
My two men are not exactly the same, but their motives for doing things and their gigantic hearts are quite similar. How did I get so lucky? To have such wonderful men in my life? To be able to show Girl how a true "man" should behave? To let her grow up with the best male role models the world can give her? How did we get so lucky?
Happy Father's Day to the two most important men in our lives. Daddy “Papa” and Pro. We love you both dearly.
When I was little...I used to watch this and always think about my "Daddy Dear"...
It always seemed like a conversation we'd have...I think Girl and Pro would too...
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They always say you wind up marrying a man like your father.
I never believed it until I met and married The Pro.
My dad is the coolest, calmest most laid back man you could ever meet. He cares deeply for the people he loves, has a hard time showing it, but you know it when you are one of those people.
He would do anything for you if it meant it would bring you happiness. He is selfless and giving and never puts himself first.
When Dad laughs you can't help but laugh right along with him because his giggle in infectious and his eyes always tear up when he laughs too hard...just like me.
As soft and gentle as he is, don't mess with him. He'll bring you down if he has to. Especially when it comes to his daughter! He's one tough cookie and was known to be a real "bad boy" when he was a teenager. Ooh, he was so cute!
I always admired him. Always. I have always felt a certain comfort knowing he had my back and I always knew I was safe. He protected me, sheltered me (a little too much) but allowed me to grow as an independent woman. Even today, I know I can go to Dad with anything troubling me and he'll be there to help. And hug.
He was a Mother and a Father to me for most of my life and I cherish his strength and perseverance even in the hardest of times.
He was the role model I followed when it came to finding my husband. Yes, I bumped into a bunch of 'Bad Boys' in my day too, but ultimately I married a man that has all of Dad's best qualities and more.
Pro is gentle and kind and sarcastic as hell. He is smart as a whip and sassy and extremely loving.
He would do anything in this world to make me and Girl happy. He is selfless and giving and wishes the world for "his girls". Whatever it is we need, he provides...no questions asked.
Pro is a hard worker for his girls and shows us love and affection a thousand times over to make sure we know he loves us.
He respects us as women and would never mistreat us. He shows Girl the right way to treat a woman by being kind and gentle and caring to her mother. We have him as a provider, protector, soul mate and father and we are the two luckiest ladies ever.
My two men are not exactly the same, but their motives for doing things and their gigantic hearts are quite similar. How did I get so lucky? To have such wonderful men in my life? To be able to show Girl how a true "man" should behave? To let her grow up with the best male role models the world can give her? How did we get so lucky?
Happy Father's Day to the two most important men in our lives. Daddy “Papa” and Pro. We love you both dearly.
When I was little...I used to watch this and always think about my "Daddy Dear"...
It always seemed like a conversation we'd have...I think Girl and Pro would too...
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Thinking Schminking
Guys, guys guys....I'm sorry that some of you are confused about yesterday's post...That wasn't me. That was Jenn...It was part of a blog exchange for the month of June.
Do you think for one second, I'd be that poised and in control if I, (anxiety Mom) was going back to work in a few short days...Plus, I live in NY...Not Canada.
I'd be dying if I had to go back to work this week...Jenn is a wonderful and lucky Mamma and I was honored to have her post here yesterday...Good Luck Jenn! I send you many wonderful wishes for your husband and your Magpie. And I send you strength for your return to work!
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Now,
Devilsh Southern Belle tagged me for this Thinking Blogger Award...
But I am so confused. I was tagged for this a while back by someone who I unfortunately can't remember...
And before that I was tagged again for it...
That makes three times since April.
And I can't for the life of me remember who that second nominator was.
I am so honored. Corny? Nah! I make people think, laugh, cry...feel for me. Is it sympathy? Is it happiness? Is is just plain friendship? It's coolness what ever it is.
And whatever it is, I'm happy to do it.
I'm blogging for a year and I love it with a passion. And my blogroll is the reason why...
I thank you, Belle! But, I just don't even know if I should tag five people, ten people or fifteen people for that matter...So I'll just leave it here with my humbled gracias!
Do you think for one second, I'd be that poised and in control if I, (anxiety Mom) was going back to work in a few short days...Plus, I live in NY...Not Canada.
I'd be dying if I had to go back to work this week...Jenn is a wonderful and lucky Mamma and I was honored to have her post here yesterday...Good Luck Jenn! I send you many wonderful wishes for your husband and your Magpie. And I send you strength for your return to work!
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Now,
Devilsh Southern Belle tagged me for this Thinking Blogger Award...
But I am so confused. I was tagged for this a while back by someone who I unfortunately can't remember...
And before that I was tagged again for it...
That makes three times since April.
And I can't for the life of me remember who that second nominator was.
I am so honored. Corny? Nah! I make people think, laugh, cry...feel for me. Is it sympathy? Is it happiness? Is is just plain friendship? It's coolness what ever it is.
And whatever it is, I'm happy to do it.
I'm blogging for a year and I love it with a passion. And my blogroll is the reason why...
I thank you, Belle! But, I just don't even know if I should tag five people, ten people or fifteen people for that matter...So I'll just leave it here with my humbled gracias!
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Daddy Duty
In a few short – very short – days, I will be returning to work and handing over the reigns, the control and what passes for the schedule to the father of my child. After one year of maternity leave [god, or whomever, bless the Canadian system], my husband is chomping at the bit for his entitled thirty-seven weeks off to spend with our daughter.
And while I know, in my head, that he’ll do fine – more than fine – that my little girl will be well fed, be read to, played with and spoiled rotten, I’m not sure that the rest of me quite believes it yet. I have just spent the past year in 24/7 mommy, never mind the previous 9 months involvement: how can someone else step into that?
My husband has, though, been planning this time with his child since he convinced me way back in 2004 that it really was a good time to start trying to have a baby. He probably has a litany of activities lined up as well as stories and songs that he has been perfecting over the last twelve months. I will not be surprised if, by the time Father’s Day coincidentally rolls around, my little girl will look at me with an expression of only vague remembrance and I will be relegated to boobs and bathing only. And answering panicked phone calls to recall where the soothers, boots and coats are stored. [it’s already happened…]
While, yes, part of that is my fear of returning to work – something that I otherwise am looking very much forward to – part of that is simply the fact that my husband is an amazing father. He has been right in there since day one and has wanted to be. Diapers, dishes, upset tummies – he’s done them all. No hesitation and only the occasional question. I know that, as far as he is concerned, his Father’s Day will be perfect because he gets this time to be a stay at home dad, but I’m going to have to make sure he knows how much that’s appreciated – by both of us.
Maybe I’ll have GPS locators installed on all the soothers.
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Jenn is mom to the Magpie and wife to Mr.Q – both of whom receive frequent mention on Quarter Rest. She is appearing here today thanks to Janet’s benevolence and as part of the Blog Exchange – be sure to stop by Quarter Rest and read Janet’s post on fatherhood!
And while I know, in my head, that he’ll do fine – more than fine – that my little girl will be well fed, be read to, played with and spoiled rotten, I’m not sure that the rest of me quite believes it yet. I have just spent the past year in 24/7 mommy, never mind the previous 9 months involvement: how can someone else step into that?
My husband has, though, been planning this time with his child since he convinced me way back in 2004 that it really was a good time to start trying to have a baby. He probably has a litany of activities lined up as well as stories and songs that he has been perfecting over the last twelve months. I will not be surprised if, by the time Father’s Day coincidentally rolls around, my little girl will look at me with an expression of only vague remembrance and I will be relegated to boobs and bathing only. And answering panicked phone calls to recall where the soothers, boots and coats are stored. [it’s already happened…]
While, yes, part of that is my fear of returning to work – something that I otherwise am looking very much forward to – part of that is simply the fact that my husband is an amazing father. He has been right in there since day one and has wanted to be. Diapers, dishes, upset tummies – he’s done them all. No hesitation and only the occasional question. I know that, as far as he is concerned, his Father’s Day will be perfect because he gets this time to be a stay at home dad, but I’m going to have to make sure he knows how much that’s appreciated – by both of us.
Maybe I’ll have GPS locators installed on all the soothers.
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Jenn is mom to the Magpie and wife to Mr.Q – both of whom receive frequent mention on Quarter Rest. She is appearing here today thanks to Janet’s benevolence and as part of the Blog Exchange – be sure to stop by Quarter Rest and read Janet’s post on fatherhood!
Sunday, June 3, 2007
I'm all cried out...over poo.
Since it's my one year blogging anniversary and all. I've been thinking. Alot.
I've been thinking mostly that it has also been one year that I started trying to get Girl to go on the pot.
ONE
WHOLE
YEAR.
365 DAYS!
Of Potty Training.
This is my 413th post.
I have 21 posts...now 22...about the potty.
I have 31 posts referring to doodie.
and...I have 4 posts that talk about the bunghole. (Check my archives)
Can you see where my head is at? For a year. A whole shit-filled year. It's been lingering in the toilet. My head. The Toilet.
I give up.
For my one year bloggiversary, I J, the so-called-Mom of the Year do solemnly swear to give up talking, posting, writing, thinking or even for that matter using the potty. (Wait! Scratch that last one...I gotta go pee)...
Kay, I'm back.
No really, I mean it. I'm done. I'm not gonna talk about it. Anymore.
At all.
At least until the daughter of the so-called MOY (also known here as Girl) decides the time is right and actually graces her princess potty with the softness that is her buttcheeks.
Once the darling little Girl makes up her mind that placing her fluffy-arse on her plastic pot is THE WAY to go...I refuse to discuss the matter further.
And that's that. Period.
Signed,
J, the Quitter
Now, I am sure you are all delighted to read this.
Go on about your business.
And thank you for bearing witness to my newest development.
I've been thinking mostly that it has also been one year that I started trying to get Girl to go on the pot.
ONE
WHOLE
YEAR.
365 DAYS!
Of Potty Training.
This is my 413th post.
I have 21 posts...now 22...about the potty.
I have 31 posts referring to doodie.
and...I have 4 posts that talk about the bunghole. (Check my archives)
Can you see where my head is at? For a year. A whole shit-filled year. It's been lingering in the toilet. My head. The Toilet.
I give up.
For my one year bloggiversary, I J, the so-called-Mom of the Year do solemnly swear to give up talking, posting, writing, thinking or even for that matter using the potty. (Wait! Scratch that last one...I gotta go pee)...
Kay, I'm back.
No really, I mean it. I'm done. I'm not gonna talk about it. Anymore.
At all.
At least until the daughter of the so-called MOY (also known here as Girl) decides the time is right and actually graces her princess potty with the softness that is her buttcheeks.
Once the darling little Girl makes up her mind that placing her fluffy-arse on her plastic pot is THE WAY to go...I refuse to discuss the matter further.
And that's that. Period.
Signed,
J, the Quitter
Now, I am sure you are all delighted to read this.
Go on about your business.
And thank you for bearing witness to my newest development.
Friday, June 1, 2007
It's all happenin' at the zoo...
We went to the Bronx Zoo yesterday with one of Girl's friends "S" from school and his mom "G". She loves this boy! She had such a blast she didn't want to say goodbye to him at the end of the day.
My little girl just might be doin' some serious crushin' on this boy.
Girl after my own heart.
Sometimes I just don't understand her though.
To view the Congo exhibit, you have to drop your stroller off at a 'parking area' because its a fire hazard to bring it into the exhibit with you. (I'm still not sure what they do for wheelchairs, but that's another rant) Girl would NOT let go of the stroller. Like it was polyester gold. She was not havin' it. She refused to go into the exhibit without the farking stroller. So we couldn't go in. S and G wanted to see it but they wouldn't go in without us. What a shame. I was pissed.
So we went on with our day...and I had to calm down...(What's with he lack of patience there sweetheart?)
Then, later on at Tiger Mountain, you had to leave your stroller back and she did so with a smile! What the fuck? She is such a hormonal female. Ugh.
The butterfly exhibit was our favorite.
My little girl just might be doin' some serious crushin' on this boy.
Girl after my own heart.
Sometimes I just don't understand her though.
To view the Congo exhibit, you have to drop your stroller off at a 'parking area' because its a fire hazard to bring it into the exhibit with you. (I'm still not sure what they do for wheelchairs, but that's another rant) Girl would NOT let go of the stroller. Like it was polyester gold. She was not havin' it. She refused to go into the exhibit without the farking stroller. So we couldn't go in. S and G wanted to see it but they wouldn't go in without us. What a shame. I was pissed.
So we went on with our day...and I had to calm down...(What's with he lack of patience there sweetheart?)
Then, later on at Tiger Mountain, you had to leave your stroller back and she did so with a smile! What the fuck? She is such a hormonal female. Ugh.
The butterfly exhibit was our favorite.
"Snackers"
And she loved these photo statues. She didn't want to leave here.
The day was long and busy and hot, and believe it, we got lost and had to drive through the "Boogie Down Bronx" to get to the zoo but we had a great time. To top it all off, Girl has a new friend that she truly likes to play with and I have a mom I can talk to.
G got me to calm down about our potty training dilemma too. It has come to the point where I have taken away all of the privileges Girl loves unless she pots. And I am stressed beyond belief. Girl could care less.
"I won't go water the plants with Daddy, oh well."
"I can't go swimming in the pool...kay. "
"I can't watch Tom and Jerry, maybe next time"....
She told me to give Girl back the power and when she wants to use the pot, she'll let me know. Just change her without a word about it and move onto other things. Don't mention the pot. Don't ask if she has to go. Don't look at her funny when she smells like shit. And don't threaten.
Damnit I hope this works. But didn't I do this once before?
Yes, but I can't get that 'time limit' off my brain. That idea that she has to pot by a certain age. I do not want this kid in pull ups at five years old damnit. I just don't know what to do.
I'm not leaving this post talking about potty.
Isn't this gorgeous?
They fly right to you and land right on you...Love it.
Oh! And if you're still reading....Wish me a Happy Blogiversary too...I've been bloggin' baby for one whole year.
*Cue the music*...
Happy Blogiversary to meeeeeeeeeee...
And if you're bored...go read some archives...You know you want to. I was such a nerdfart.
The day was long and busy and hot, and believe it, we got lost and had to drive through the "Boogie Down Bronx" to get to the zoo but we had a great time. To top it all off, Girl has a new friend that she truly likes to play with and I have a mom I can talk to.
G got me to calm down about our potty training dilemma too. It has come to the point where I have taken away all of the privileges Girl loves unless she pots. And I am stressed beyond belief. Girl could care less.
"I won't go water the plants with Daddy, oh well."
"I can't go swimming in the pool...kay. "
"I can't watch Tom and Jerry, maybe next time"....
She told me to give Girl back the power and when she wants to use the pot, she'll let me know. Just change her without a word about it and move onto other things. Don't mention the pot. Don't ask if she has to go. Don't look at her funny when she smells like shit. And don't threaten.
Damnit I hope this works. But didn't I do this once before?
Yes, but I can't get that 'time limit' off my brain. That idea that she has to pot by a certain age. I do not want this kid in pull ups at five years old damnit. I just don't know what to do.
I'm not leaving this post talking about potty.
Isn't this gorgeous?
They fly right to you and land right on you...Love it.Oh! And if you're still reading....Wish me a Happy Blogiversary too...I've been bloggin' baby for one whole year.
*Cue the music*...
Happy Blogiversary to meeeeeeeeeee...
And if you're bored...go read some archives...You know you want to. I was such a nerdfart.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Search me?!
Ok, it's been a while and I admit, these aren't all that juicy! But it's what I've gotten in the past few weeks...But it does actually make me wonder...Am I getting lame-o?
Do I need to juice up the content here?
Nah....what you see is what you get, I'm afraid.
Hope you had a good weekend. Mine was quiet. Some would say boring. I wouldn't say....But some would say...
"Glycerine Suppositories in wrong hole" from Newnan, Georgia - I am so sorry honey!
"How to stop being a weeny parent" from Whittier, California - Are you trying to tell me something? Jerk?
"Neighbor plays the drums all hours" from Oxnard, California - Yikes! I'd be pissed off...but hey, it's better than a barking dog. Does he have rhythm?
"Red meat for morning sickness" from USA - Being I don't eat it, I think that's fucking gross...
"Panty liner potty training" from LA California - If I knew it would work, I'd try it.
"Noisy neighbors lawnmower" from Winter Park, Florida - Is it at 3 in the morning? If not, I don't think you can complain. A man's gotta mow his lawn.
"Nine Inch Nails, Mommy I know" from Netherlands - What? What?
"Am I too fat to ride a horse?" from Reston Virginia - Honey, if you're asking you probably are?
"pictures of girls with panty liners" from Dallas, Texas (I assume) - What is wrong with you people? It really isn't all that exciting to see...get a grip on reality here, wouldya?
"the twins pop out and say cheese in front of your family and friends..." from Denver, Colorado - Don't you just hate when that happens?
"peeing-dancing performance" from Zuid-holland, Rotterdam, Netherlands - What? What? Where the hell do you find that? Is there even a thing as that? Show me.
Do I need to juice up the content here?
Nah....what you see is what you get, I'm afraid.
Hope you had a good weekend. Mine was quiet. Some would say boring. I wouldn't say....But some would say...
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"Glycerine Suppositories in wrong hole" from Newnan, Georgia - I am so sorry honey!
"How to stop being a weeny parent" from Whittier, California - Are you trying to tell me something? Jerk?
"Neighbor plays the drums all hours" from Oxnard, California - Yikes! I'd be pissed off...but hey, it's better than a barking dog. Does he have rhythm?
"Red meat for morning sickness" from USA - Being I don't eat it, I think that's fucking gross...
"Panty liner potty training" from LA California - If I knew it would work, I'd try it.
"Noisy neighbors lawnmower" from Winter Park, Florida - Is it at 3 in the morning? If not, I don't think you can complain. A man's gotta mow his lawn.
"Nine Inch Nails, Mommy I know" from Netherlands - What? What?
"Am I too fat to ride a horse?" from Reston Virginia - Honey, if you're asking you probably are?
"pictures of girls with panty liners" from Dallas, Texas (I assume) - What is wrong with you people? It really isn't all that exciting to see...get a grip on reality here, wouldya?
"the twins pop out and say cheese in front of your family and friends..." from Denver, Colorado - Don't you just hate when that happens?
"peeing-dancing performance" from Zuid-holland, Rotterdam, Netherlands - What? What? Where the hell do you find that? Is there even a thing as that? Show me.
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Why, I'll be...
This is why I love the blogosphere....
I have met more cool people here than in my entire life...
Mamma wrote up a petition for me to attend BlogHer... How great is that? I just can't seem to justify the trip and she spent her time to write up reasons why she wants little 'ole me there...Out of all the bloggers in the world, she wrote up a petition for me...
It's not about going on the trip. Yes, I would love to meet Mamma and all the other friends I have met here...And I know I'll get a chance to one day...And hell yeah, I'd love to go...
It's about the camaraderie and friendships I have established here in just under one whole year of blogging.
When I first started this blog, it was to keep an online journal of my life as Girls Mamma. BD and most of the other people I know were skeptical about my new hobby because I'd be exposing our privacy to compete and utter pervs.
Well yes, there are some pervs out there and through trial and error, a change of titles and themes and an overall self-awareness of what I spew...I have figured out what my personal limits are here at Dancing Through and I am comfortable with what I write about.
My online journal began to grow into conversations with new people and all of a sudden, I had this support system and I gained new readers and met other bloggers and learned about their lives and became attached to those new friends and we became one. One blogging community with a similar goal..to express ourselves...And the feedback is breathtaking! That feedback has literally brightened up grey days for me and helped me through some tough crap.
I am in awe of the people out there and the hearts they possess...
So, thank you Mamma for your petition. It may not get me to BlogHer but it sure has made me feel special.
And thank you to all of the friends I have met through this blog...I truly do want to hug you all.
Have a great holiday weekend!!!!
I have met more cool people here than in my entire life...
Mamma wrote up a petition for me to attend BlogHer... How great is that? I just can't seem to justify the trip and she spent her time to write up reasons why she wants little 'ole me there...Out of all the bloggers in the world, she wrote up a petition for me...
It's not about going on the trip. Yes, I would love to meet Mamma and all the other friends I have met here...And I know I'll get a chance to one day...And hell yeah, I'd love to go...
It's about the camaraderie and friendships I have established here in just under one whole year of blogging.
When I first started this blog, it was to keep an online journal of my life as Girls Mamma. BD and most of the other people I know were skeptical about my new hobby because I'd be exposing our privacy to compete and utter pervs.
Well yes, there are some pervs out there and through trial and error, a change of titles and themes and an overall self-awareness of what I spew...I have figured out what my personal limits are here at Dancing Through and I am comfortable with what I write about.
My online journal began to grow into conversations with new people and all of a sudden, I had this support system and I gained new readers and met other bloggers and learned about their lives and became attached to those new friends and we became one. One blogging community with a similar goal..to express ourselves...And the feedback is breathtaking! That feedback has literally brightened up grey days for me and helped me through some tough crap.
I am in awe of the people out there and the hearts they possess...
So, thank you Mamma for your petition. It may not get me to BlogHer but it sure has made me feel special.
And thank you to all of the friends I have met through this blog...I truly do want to hug you all.
Have a great holiday weekend!!!!
Friday, May 25, 2007
This is the end...
Mommy & Me is over today.
When it started, I was sad because this would be the last time Girl and I would be in 'school' together...Today, I am a bag of tears because it is really over. My little girl is growing up fast.
My little, shy girl is empowered and strong and growing by leaps and bounds. She loves school. She loves her teacher, she loves playing with her friends...But I have always been there with her.
And I still despise that Flash Card Bitch.
September, she starts five days a week, two and a half hours each and every morning without (gasp!) me. (Deep breaths. Try not to. Hyper. Venti. Late)
Gah!
I truly believe that with a little encouragement, she will separate just fine. Her school is phenomenal. I trust they will take good care of her.
But, what. About. Me?
Me?
Mamma?
The one who dies a little each time she shows her independence?
The one who cherishes her strength because I know that she will need it in this world...but the Mom who has never been too far from her baby???
Double Gah!
I wrote her teacher a thank you.
Wanna read it. It's sappy. I promise.
There aren't enough words to thank you for what you have done for our family in these past months.
When it started, I was sad because this would be the last time Girl and I would be in 'school' together...Today, I am a bag of tears because it is really over. My little girl is growing up fast.
My little, shy girl is empowered and strong and growing by leaps and bounds. She loves school. She loves her teacher, she loves playing with her friends...But I have always been there with her.
And I still despise that Flash Card Bitch.
September, she starts five days a week, two and a half hours each and every morning without (gasp!) me. (Deep breaths. Try not to. Hyper. Venti. Late)
Gah!
I truly believe that with a little encouragement, she will separate just fine. Her school is phenomenal. I trust they will take good care of her.
But, what. About. Me?
Me?
Mamma?
The one who dies a little each time she shows her independence?
The one who cherishes her strength because I know that she will need it in this world...but the Mom who has never been too far from her baby???
Double Gah!
I wrote her teacher a thank you.
Wanna read it. It's sappy. I promise.
There aren't enough words to thank you for what you have done for our family in these past months.
Your enthusiasm for Girl and school and your patience with us has enabled her to find herself in your class. A feat I was not sure would happen. But it did.
These experiences will last them a lifetime and the confidence you helped build will help them establish positive school careers.
Her newfound enthusiasm helped my beautiful butterfly to emerge from her chrysalis ready to greet the world.
Without stressing it, you taught her that. You taught her that school is fun and she doesn't have to feel so afraid.
Your caring and advice (and pediatrician), your knowledge of this age group and patience with us as anxious parents will never go unnoticed in our hearts.
Like the imprint left forever in Girl's heart, you have left special memories of her first days of school that I will cherish always.
Girl and her Mom
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Drop the gloves...and put on your tutu
We're bickering again. Girl and me.
Everything is a fight.
Every.
Farking.
Thing.
Put your shoes on. No.
Let's get dressed. No.
Eat your lunch. I don't wanna.
Potty Time...Nuh Uh.
Wanna go to the beach? Yes. I'll be good...
Honey don't get wet...(Ass in the water)...
OK, we're leaving...as I drag her kicking and screaming from the beach.
What a scene.
I couldn't wait for bed time tonight.
I spent this whole year trying to get her to open up and be comfortable in her surroundings and her skin. I took her to Mommy & Me, Gym class, parties, playdates. I nurtured her inner spirit and encouraged her to feel safe and happy in her own head.
I sang her songs about making friends and being independent. I taught her how to dress and undress herself. I taught her how to ask friends if she can play too...
In the meantime, as she was gaining confidence...she was turning against me.
She has become her own person.
Damnit.
She has gathered her own ideas and preferences. She has found some likes and dislikes that differ from my own. She has found her tiny niche in this gigantic world and she ain't lettin' me tell her what to do anymore.
I'm screwed.
She's starting to talk back and have at.tit.tude. I think I saw an eye roll in that head of hers today. I see her at 16 while she's still only three.
If only she'd learn that the potty is so much better than the pamper...I may be able to handle miss independence..
Uhm, nah.
Maybe she needs a new tutu...That always made me feel happy!!!
5 Minutes for Mom is hosting a contest...And I don't usually join contests...but looksee...We need a tutu...Tutu's are like cotton candy to curtsy in. I have always loved dancing in them and this company Tutu Fantasy (great name) makes absolutely gorgeous tutu's for dress up play or dance.
They would be perfect for Girl to dance around in while she jetes, pirouhettes and plies all over my livingroom...
The Tutus at this site are beautiful. I mean how cute can you get? They are handcrafted by a mom who I so want to meet...and designed to empower the dancer in all of us!
So go get your little girl a tutu..I know if I don't win the contest, I may purchase this one...
Everything is a fight.
Every.
Farking.
Thing.
Put your shoes on. No.
Let's get dressed. No.
Eat your lunch. I don't wanna.
Potty Time...Nuh Uh.
Wanna go to the beach? Yes. I'll be good...
Honey don't get wet...(Ass in the water)...
OK, we're leaving...as I drag her kicking and screaming from the beach.
What a scene.
I couldn't wait for bed time tonight.
I spent this whole year trying to get her to open up and be comfortable in her surroundings and her skin. I took her to Mommy & Me, Gym class, parties, playdates. I nurtured her inner spirit and encouraged her to feel safe and happy in her own head.
I sang her songs about making friends and being independent. I taught her how to dress and undress herself. I taught her how to ask friends if she can play too...
In the meantime, as she was gaining confidence...she was turning against me.
She has become her own person.
Damnit.
She has gathered her own ideas and preferences. She has found some likes and dislikes that differ from my own. She has found her tiny niche in this gigantic world and she ain't lettin' me tell her what to do anymore.
I'm screwed.
She's starting to talk back and have at.tit.tude. I think I saw an eye roll in that head of hers today. I see her at 16 while she's still only three.
If only she'd learn that the potty is so much better than the pamper...I may be able to handle miss independence..
Uhm, nah.
Maybe she needs a new tutu...That always made me feel happy!!!
5 Minutes for Mom is hosting a contest...And I don't usually join contests...but looksee...We need a tutu...Tutu's are like cotton candy to curtsy in. I have always loved dancing in them and this company Tutu Fantasy (great name) makes absolutely gorgeous tutu's for dress up play or dance.
They would be perfect for Girl to dance around in while she jetes, pirouhettes and plies all over my livingroom...
The Tutus at this site are beautiful. I mean how cute can you get? They are handcrafted by a mom who I so want to meet...and designed to empower the dancer in all of us!
So go get your little girl a tutu..I know if I don't win the contest, I may purchase this one...
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