To stop my incessant whining that I don't have enough time to blog,
To keep you better informed of Anna's life,
And to finally post about:
-Easter
-Photo shoot
-Recent Anna happenings
-Everyday stuff
...But not right now. I'm leaving for a weekend in Carbondale, IL in the morning with Michelle, Sophie, and Tim (which I WILL blog about)...
so I don't have time!
:-)
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Thursday, May 7, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
A response from mom to my wasp post:
From mom:
"I am sorry that you were stung… I know it hurts. Wasps especially.
Your memory is quite right on both accounts. You were little the first time and I thought I hurt worse than you when I saw your confusion and hurt. You were so little and I was watchful for a bad reaction because Marilynn was so allergic. I was so frustrated that your innocence was taken by that darn wasp. The second time I was so proud that you had taken care of yourself so well and not panicked."
To Emily:
Ha ha ha ha ha I remember SOME things right! :-)
"I am sorry that you were stung… I know it hurts. Wasps especially.
Your memory is quite right on both accounts. You were little the first time and I thought I hurt worse than you when I saw your confusion and hurt. You were so little and I was watchful for a bad reaction because Marilynn was so allergic. I was so frustrated that your innocence was taken by that darn wasp. The second time I was so proud that you had taken care of yourself so well and not panicked."
To Emily:
Ha ha ha ha ha I remember SOME things right! :-)
Wasp Rememberings
Last week I got stung by a wasp. It made me SO MAD! I went outside in the pouring rain to empty the water bucket due to a gutter issue that my newly retired father-in-law has now fixed (hooray TOM!) and felt a breath-sucking prick when I grabbed the bucket.
I dropped the bucket, half fell down the porch steps, and saw the little bugger flitting around in a puddle. After gleefully stomping him and annihilating his nest (located in the bucket handle) with a stick, I danced around in the rain holding my finger and saying not nice things as Anna watched me through the front door with a look that said, "I really hope none of the neighbors are seeing this!"
I got back inside and moaned and carried on as best I could, expecting at least a little sympathy from Anna and getting none. Then I called Curt for sympathy and to have him google wasp stings to make sure the pain three inches ABOVE the sting wasn't a sign of acute blood poisoning. For added sympathy, I made sure to call my mother-in-law Becky, whom I'm sure was instrumental in the speedy gutter fix after that!
All this made me remember, for the first time in many, many years, the two (to my knowledge) other times I've been stung. My family accuses me of making up memories but these two are CLEAR in my head! Severe pain will do that!
The first was at my Aunt Pat's house. I was either coming in or going out of the side door in their kitchen and was stung on their side porch on a really, really hot day! All I remember of that one is sitting on their couch in the living room (which is still in the same spot today) being nursed by mom and Aunt Pat.
The other time I was a little older and I was by myself at Camp Wawbansee sitting on the life guard stand by the lake. I can't fathom why I was by myself as it doesn't happen very often at camp. It must have been one of those few years we helped "run" the camp with my mom and were there before any campers were. I remember having a very existential moment on that life guard stand and I'm sure I was thinking very deep thoughts :-). I was just contemplating going back when I heard a very quiet buzz. I remember being scared right away, as if some primordial danger alarm sounded before there was a hint of danger. Then one ominous looking wasp floated up from the front of the stand, hovered a second or two, and dropped. My thoughts were two-fold: "whew" and "I need to the the ___ out of here before he brings friends". Sure enough, I put one little girl scout-y foot on the top rung of the stand and I hear multiple winged demons fly up from under the stand. Before I knew it, I leapt off the top of the stand, but not before one or two little beasties got me. I'm pretty sure I got stung more than once. I tore down the path towards the big lodge where I was hoping to find mom AND the camp cook who kept homemade popsicles hidden in the freezer. I don't remember much other than a small feeling of pride and bravery when I told the first adult I saw that I had been stung... multiple times... by wasps and lived to tell about it! (With only puffy, watery eyes and sniffles left as evidence of my true state of mind as a tore off down the path.)
I dropped the bucket, half fell down the porch steps, and saw the little bugger flitting around in a puddle. After gleefully stomping him and annihilating his nest (located in the bucket handle) with a stick, I danced around in the rain holding my finger and saying not nice things as Anna watched me through the front door with a look that said, "I really hope none of the neighbors are seeing this!"
I got back inside and moaned and carried on as best I could, expecting at least a little sympathy from Anna and getting none. Then I called Curt for sympathy and to have him google wasp stings to make sure the pain three inches ABOVE the sting wasn't a sign of acute blood poisoning. For added sympathy, I made sure to call my mother-in-law Becky, whom I'm sure was instrumental in the speedy gutter fix after that!
All this made me remember, for the first time in many, many years, the two (to my knowledge) other times I've been stung. My family accuses me of making up memories but these two are CLEAR in my head! Severe pain will do that!
The first was at my Aunt Pat's house. I was either coming in or going out of the side door in their kitchen and was stung on their side porch on a really, really hot day! All I remember of that one is sitting on their couch in the living room (which is still in the same spot today) being nursed by mom and Aunt Pat.
The other time I was a little older and I was by myself at Camp Wawbansee sitting on the life guard stand by the lake. I can't fathom why I was by myself as it doesn't happen very often at camp. It must have been one of those few years we helped "run" the camp with my mom and were there before any campers were. I remember having a very existential moment on that life guard stand and I'm sure I was thinking very deep thoughts :-). I was just contemplating going back when I heard a very quiet buzz. I remember being scared right away, as if some primordial danger alarm sounded before there was a hint of danger. Then one ominous looking wasp floated up from the front of the stand, hovered a second or two, and dropped. My thoughts were two-fold: "whew" and "I need to the the ___ out of here before he brings friends". Sure enough, I put one little girl scout-y foot on the top rung of the stand and I hear multiple winged demons fly up from under the stand. Before I knew it, I leapt off the top of the stand, but not before one or two little beasties got me. I'm pretty sure I got stung more than once. I tore down the path towards the big lodge where I was hoping to find mom AND the camp cook who kept homemade popsicles hidden in the freezer. I don't remember much other than a small feeling of pride and bravery when I told the first adult I saw that I had been stung... multiple times... by wasps and lived to tell about it! (With only puffy, watery eyes and sniffles left as evidence of my true state of mind as a tore off down the path.)
Friday, April 24, 2009
And she sleeps...
So Anna decided she forgot how to hold her potty at night. Two nights in a row now, she has woken up at 5ish soaked (she pointed at the bed and said "wah wah!" [water] - I'm thinking, "No kidding, kid!"). The night before, she woke up at 5ish for no apparent reason.
Now. If I pottied on myself at night and someone came in MY dark room to change me, dress me, rock me (and yes, OK, twice cheat and nurse me to make me oh so sleepy) I'D oblige them. I really would. I'm nice like that.
But little Miss Suger Booger was UP for the day. Up up up. FINALLY today she has gotten herself exhausted enough that she went back down for an early nap (which she hasn't taken in over a week).
So it's cloudy. The house is quiet except for the lovely sound of a box fan in the window. I flopped in bed where the cats found me straight away and hopped up for some serious kitty cuddlin'.
And my brain turned on.
And it's still going.
Does anyone have a 2X4 handy? I'd like a quick whack on the back of the head. If you can make sure I fall in bed facing the window with ONE knee out of the covers and my hand under my pillow. I'd appreciate it.
Thanks.
Now. If I pottied on myself at night and someone came in MY dark room to change me, dress me, rock me (and yes, OK, twice cheat and nurse me to make me oh so sleepy) I'D oblige them. I really would. I'm nice like that.
But little Miss Suger Booger was UP for the day. Up up up. FINALLY today she has gotten herself exhausted enough that she went back down for an early nap (which she hasn't taken in over a week).
So it's cloudy. The house is quiet except for the lovely sound of a box fan in the window. I flopped in bed where the cats found me straight away and hopped up for some serious kitty cuddlin'.
And my brain turned on.
And it's still going.
Does anyone have a 2X4 handy? I'd like a quick whack on the back of the head. If you can make sure I fall in bed facing the window with ONE knee out of the covers and my hand under my pillow. I'd appreciate it.
Thanks.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Mommyhood changes...
So motherhood has changed me.
Some were obvious. Some I didn't see coming.
Take last night for example. I was harmlessly checking my email and I read a post from a blogging mom I follow (gosh, that sounds geek-ish). The title was "A Tribute to Maddie". OK. I know I shouldn't have even clicked, but this mommy is funny so I figured it was a funny story.
Turns out Maddie was a toddler. A beautiful, blond-haired blue-eyed toddler. Emphasis on the WAS........
As soon as I realized what I was reading... that the tribute to Maddie was a tribute to the Maddie who WAS....
I should've shut off the computer and ran.
But what did I do? I SCOURED the website to see what killed Maddie because I HAD to make sure it was something that could not touch Anna. So there I was, scrolling and crying. Crying and scrolling. Heartbroken for Maddie. Maddie who I never met. Maddie who WAS.
(I am sniffling as I type).
So! THIS is something I would never have done pre-mommyhood. Now, the second it dawned on me that I was reading about a dead toddler, the mommy monster in me screamed so loud and long, I'm sure the earth shook. I can NOT accept the fact that toddlers, little toddlers like Anna, Molly and Ben, die. No no no no NO!
NO!
And the mommy monster is still grumbling...... God bless Curt who held me last night as I sobbed about Maddie. The Maddie I NEVER met.
The Maddie who was.
Some were obvious. Some I didn't see coming.
Take last night for example. I was harmlessly checking my email and I read a post from a blogging mom I follow (gosh, that sounds geek-ish). The title was "A Tribute to Maddie". OK. I know I shouldn't have even clicked, but this mommy is funny so I figured it was a funny story.
Turns out Maddie was a toddler. A beautiful, blond-haired blue-eyed toddler. Emphasis on the WAS........
As soon as I realized what I was reading... that the tribute to Maddie was a tribute to the Maddie who WAS....
I should've shut off the computer and ran.
But what did I do? I SCOURED the website to see what killed Maddie because I HAD to make sure it was something that could not touch Anna. So there I was, scrolling and crying. Crying and scrolling. Heartbroken for Maddie. Maddie who I never met. Maddie who WAS.
(I am sniffling as I type).
So! THIS is something I would never have done pre-mommyhood. Now, the second it dawned on me that I was reading about a dead toddler, the mommy monster in me screamed so loud and long, I'm sure the earth shook. I can NOT accept the fact that toddlers, little toddlers like Anna, Molly and Ben, die. No no no no NO!
NO!
And the mommy monster is still grumbling...... God bless Curt who held me last night as I sobbed about Maddie. The Maddie I NEVER met.
The Maddie who was.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Last night I realized...
That I did NOT get out of bed!
Yep! I went to sleep, and woke up the next day when Anna did. I didn't get up... not for bathroom... OR baby!
Hooray for me and hooray for Anna!
Yep! I went to sleep, and woke up the next day when Anna did. I didn't get up... not for bathroom... OR baby!
Hooray for me and hooray for Anna!
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