Posts Tagged ‘baby’

Oh, You Don’t Do That? I Do.

Wednesday, November 10th, 2010

I tease my husband a lot.  And by tease, I mean make fun of.  I can’t help it.  To not make fun of him would be like asking me not to laugh when I see someone trip. 

Oh, you don’t do that? 

Um, I do. 

And, again, I can’t help it.  There’s something wrong with me. I know.  Seriously, an 80 year old woman with a walker could take a tumble and I would crack a rib cracking up.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not heartless.  I mean, I would help the old lady, but I’m pretty sure I couldn’t do it with a straight face. 

And that straight face would come in super duper handy with David.  The guy is all worked up about that commercial where the bald baby rolls around in his walker on the highway.  (Have you seen the ad?  Click on this HP Baby link if you haven’t.)

“What do printing pictures have to do with a baby getting run over by a car,” my husband hollers every time the commercial airs.

I rarely see David all riled up, so I do my best to feed the fire by humming the commercial music whenever he’s within ear shot.  I also really enjoy looking it up on You Tube and playing it on my computer while he’s watching TV. 

“Oh, real funny,” he says.  “That’s like me making you watch animals kill each other.”

“It’s just a commercial,” I laugh.  “The baby is not really in his walker surrounded by cars.”

“Well,” he huffs, “I still don’t like it.”

But just for fun, I think I’ll hum the music in his ear super soft while he sleeps tonight just to see what he does.  I think it’ll be funny.

There’s something wrong with me.  I know.

 

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Bye Bye Bah-Bahs

Wednesday, December 30th, 2009

I have a kiddie cabinet in my kitchen;  it’s the place I stash all froggy sippys, dinosaur plates, and car cups.  It’s also the place until today, I stored all the boy’s bottles.

Every day, when the boys eat lunch, I spend that 15 minutes or so cleaning the kitchen.  Some days I sweep, other days I Windex the counter tops, or wash small appliances; some days I clean the refrigerator and wipe down the shelves, other days I better organize the pantry. 

Today, I was emptying the dishwasher and stuffing all the plastic parafenillia into the kiddie cabinet when I had the best idea ever:  if I get rid of the boy’s bah-bahs, as they call them, there would be so much more room in the kiddie cabinet. I mean, they don’t need them;  they don’t even use them.

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So, in between coaxing Richen to eat 3 more bites of chicken and begging Latham to stop dropping food on the floor, I packed their bah-bahs into 2 large Zip Lock bags and placed them in the pantry. 

I did it without thought.  And I did it without ceremony.  I just did it. 

I was living in my happy little world of oblivion when my husband came home and ripped me back to reality.

David:  “Did you put all the boy’s bottles away?”

Me:  “Yup.”

David:  “That’s kind of weird, don’t you think?”

Me:  “Hmmm?  What do you mean?”

David:  “I mean, it’s weird we may never use the bottles again.” 

{PAUSE} 

David:  “Ever.”

Me:  “I didn’t even think of it that way.”

{PAUSE}

Me:  “Yeah, it is weird.”

What’s even more weird:  during the last several months, I’ve put away a lot of baby stuff:  clothes, bibs, socks, and toys.  The boys didn’t need them and I put them away. 

I put them away without thought.  I put them away without ceremony.  I just put them away.

I’m not sure if our future hold anymore bah-bahs or babys.  But I do know:  the next baby items I store, I’ll do it right. 

I’ll put them away thought.  I’ll put them away with ceremony.  And I’ll put them away with the respect that period of time in our lives deserves.

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The See-Saw Strikes Again

Thursday, May 28th, 2009

Parenthood is such a surprise.  Every day, I’m surprised.  Really.

I’m surprised when my toddler hugs my neck and says, “I love you, Momma.”  I’m surprised when he sings ‘Happy Birthday to You’ all day every day to the grass, to the house, to me, and to neighbor’s dog.  I’m surprised when he tells me exactly what he wants for lunch.  I’m surprised when he says, “Thank you, Momma” when I give it to him. You get the idea. 

It’s surprising to me that my little helpless baby – the one I cared for all day every day when he couldn’t do anything for himself  – is blossoming into this fully functioning human being who has own ideas, thoughts and feelings.  It’s so cool.  But at the same time, it’s not so cool.

It’s the see-saw of parenting.  You know, that piece of equipment on the playground you used to love as a kid.  You would grab your best friend and go up and down and up and down every chance you got.  I loved it.  I’ve decided parenting is a lot like that old recess ride. 

I love that he can roll over- up I go.  I hate that he can roll over- down I go.  I love that he can crawl – up I go.  I hate that he can crawl – down I go.  I love that he can walk – up I go.  I hate that he can walk – down I go.  I’m getting dizzy just writing about it.  From what I understand, it doesn’t get any easier when your children get older.  I’m told that not only does it get worse, the ride speeds up. 

Kindergarten, extracurricular activities, high school, dating, driving, graduation, college:  the list goes on and on.  I know as a parent, you’re thrilled to see your children accomplish all these amazing life goals- up you go.  But where is the little baby who held your finger every night when you rocked him to sleep – down you go.  

It really put it all into perspective when my just turned one year old little baby did something surprising today too.  Reichen waved at Latham and Latham waved back.  I was so surprised!  My baby is waving – up I go.  My baby is waving – down I go.  I thought did that really just happen?  I gave him a couple of minutes and I said, “Wave, Latham.”  His chubby little arm popped in the air and he started waving.  It brought tears to my eyes.

‘Oh great,’ I thought.  The see-saw strikes again.

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