My Daughter is one today. She is sleeping as I type and is super sick. Poor thing has a bad virus and so do I!
It's interesting to think that this has been a year long journey of being a mother of two. I remember when my first's birthday rolled around and I thought "Well, there's one down..." At this point I don't really know what to think, other than when can I take more pain meds?
She is different than her brother ever was. More interested in the world around her and the people in it. She is more interested in the noise something makes when it hits the floor and she always looks to us for approval.
I even caught her dancing the other day. She has this toy she can push a button on and music will start (I'm sure there are a bazillion toys out there like this). She was pushing the button, swinging her arms around, the music would end then she would look at me with a huge smile and clap joyously.
This seemed almost impossible. I thought to myself, "this child can't be dancing." When I watched and she did the exact same thing about four times in a row, I had to agree that she was actually dancing! My baby is dancing. What else could a mother ask for?
(a sick mama could ask for some pain killers)
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Shoulda Staid in Bed
Do you ever have those mornings when you think you should have staid in bed? I think most people who think this actually could have staid in bed without disrupting the world all that much, but for parents of little kids the world would stop turning of they didn't get up and make the favorite "cereal and milk" you so often do.
So instead I could have shirked my responsibilities and staid in bed this morning- and really, I should have...
1) baby and mommy with a fever
2) toddler not getting to a playdate because of aforementioned baby
3) toddler running around bored out of his mind
4) mommy trying to calm the baby
5) no more motrin
6) keys locked in car
7) wallet locked in car... along with money
8) toddler deciding he doesn't want to listen to mommy as she tries to stop him from walking accross the street
9)wanting to cry
Of course this all seems to have passed as my super next door neighbor found us falling apart and offered to fix it all....
Thank god for Librarians :)
So instead I could have shirked my responsibilities and staid in bed this morning- and really, I should have...
1) baby and mommy with a fever
2) toddler not getting to a playdate because of aforementioned baby
3) toddler running around bored out of his mind
4) mommy trying to calm the baby
5) no more motrin
6) keys locked in car
7) wallet locked in car... along with money
8) toddler deciding he doesn't want to listen to mommy as she tries to stop him from walking accross the street
9)wanting to cry
Of course this all seems to have passed as my super next door neighbor found us falling apart and offered to fix it all....
Thank god for Librarians :)
Saturday, May 21, 2011
waiting for the world to end
so i've decided not to use caps in this entry as i don't want to lose time...
is the end of the world coming and if so should i be in a better outfit?
All this craziness is crazy. And yes that was supposed to sound over crazy. I can honestly tell you I never thought the world was going to end today and yes the day is still young. I hope all the people who have been praying for the rapture aren't too upset when rapturing doesn't happen.
I do believe the world will end some day. It won't be something that a human will be able to predict or even explain because it will most likely be the sun exploding and taking us all with it. That seems much more logical to me than a God deciding we were "good" and shouldn't have to die on the earth like every other creature.
I've never understood the whole "creatures were made for us to exploit" part of christianity. As a buddhist I believe that every living thing is connected and that we'll meet after death. Of course that doesn't mean I'll be having tea with an Oak tree in a fluffy clouded world people like to call Nirvana, it means when I die my energy will mix with all that around it.
You will not be able to tell me from a bug, because energy doesn't just disappear, it goes somewhere. And I will too... hopefully I'll find my way into a horses mane or perhaps a large bush. Heh, large bush.... If and when the world ends I believe the energy of every living thing on earth will move and become part of another life.
So, even if I do happen to not be chosen to be taken away by some being showing up and letting me fly up to their space ship, I'll be happy to stay here and hope when I die I can enjoy the earth just as much as I do now.
is the end of the world coming and if so should i be in a better outfit?
All this craziness is crazy. And yes that was supposed to sound over crazy. I can honestly tell you I never thought the world was going to end today and yes the day is still young. I hope all the people who have been praying for the rapture aren't too upset when rapturing doesn't happen.
I do believe the world will end some day. It won't be something that a human will be able to predict or even explain because it will most likely be the sun exploding and taking us all with it. That seems much more logical to me than a God deciding we were "good" and shouldn't have to die on the earth like every other creature.
I've never understood the whole "creatures were made for us to exploit" part of christianity. As a buddhist I believe that every living thing is connected and that we'll meet after death. Of course that doesn't mean I'll be having tea with an Oak tree in a fluffy clouded world people like to call Nirvana, it means when I die my energy will mix with all that around it.
You will not be able to tell me from a bug, because energy doesn't just disappear, it goes somewhere. And I will too... hopefully I'll find my way into a horses mane or perhaps a large bush. Heh, large bush.... If and when the world ends I believe the energy of every living thing on earth will move and become part of another life.
So, even if I do happen to not be chosen to be taken away by some being showing up and letting me fly up to their space ship, I'll be happy to stay here and hope when I die I can enjoy the earth just as much as I do now.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Three Year Old's Dream
What is a three year old's dream? How about having huge trucks barreling up and down the street just outside of your house for about a month? Or how about being able to watch them work up close while you wait for the bus to show up?
Yes, this is happening right now in my street. My neighbors who do not have young kids are flabbergasted by all the noise and commotion. They groaned and moaned about parking on the street for a week instead of their driveways. The cars are covered in dust and everyone's grass is sporting spray painted arrows. It's miserable.
My three year old son is fixated on these trucks. He even calls them "My Trucks". "Go outside see my trucks?" It's making the whole craziness seem a bit more fun.
I park my car on the street and dodge one-man-bulldozers with groceries in my hands. Not to mention that I usually have my one year old wiggling to get free. As I finally cross the street I have to either walk into the deep muddy ditch the workers have made to put in a curb or hope my hop will get me over it without falling or hurting an ankle.
Imagine this as a three year old. Watching as huge amazing machines pass by fast, my three year old squeals with delight. He hops around but always holds my hand. We quickly run between passing machines and it's like a game! The jumps become higher and the squeals more piercing after we have made it through. We make it to the edge of the ditch. The game just gets more exciting when he discovers there is mud everywhere. Swinging his free arm as far as it will go my son will make a leap into the air... completely missing the other edge. Laughs burst from him as he tries to get me to join him in the fun. After army crawling out of the ditch he is sufficiently dirty. We stand there for another few minutes and watch as the machines pass by. When we get in the house he usually sits by the window and announces when a truck has passed.
I can't help but wonder if the workers know how much fun my son has when they drive by. I know the garbage man loves it when my son runs out of the house and waves. I just wonder if the construction workers realize they have a three year old's dream job.
Yes, this is happening right now in my street. My neighbors who do not have young kids are flabbergasted by all the noise and commotion. They groaned and moaned about parking on the street for a week instead of their driveways. The cars are covered in dust and everyone's grass is sporting spray painted arrows. It's miserable.
My three year old son is fixated on these trucks. He even calls them "My Trucks". "Go outside see my trucks?" It's making the whole craziness seem a bit more fun.
I park my car on the street and dodge one-man-bulldozers with groceries in my hands. Not to mention that I usually have my one year old wiggling to get free. As I finally cross the street I have to either walk into the deep muddy ditch the workers have made to put in a curb or hope my hop will get me over it without falling or hurting an ankle.
Imagine this as a three year old. Watching as huge amazing machines pass by fast, my three year old squeals with delight. He hops around but always holds my hand. We quickly run between passing machines and it's like a game! The jumps become higher and the squeals more piercing after we have made it through. We make it to the edge of the ditch. The game just gets more exciting when he discovers there is mud everywhere. Swinging his free arm as far as it will go my son will make a leap into the air... completely missing the other edge. Laughs burst from him as he tries to get me to join him in the fun. After army crawling out of the ditch he is sufficiently dirty. We stand there for another few minutes and watch as the machines pass by. When we get in the house he usually sits by the window and announces when a truck has passed.
I can't help but wonder if the workers know how much fun my son has when they drive by. I know the garbage man loves it when my son runs out of the house and waves. I just wonder if the construction workers realize they have a three year old's dream job.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Bald Eagle
There was a Bald Eagle shot in North Carolina around where I used to go to school. It's sad to see such a huge bird (although it was just a baby) pictured in such a lifeless way. Poor thing didn't have a chance. And now I will give my opinion of guns (please feel free to stop reading):
I don't like them. I don't want to own anything that was made for killing. "Well, you better throw away all your knives!" my father in law responded to my above announcement. I explained to him that knives are used as tools.
There is no gun that was made to cut a carrot. Of course I will agree that guns and gun powder were invented to bring peace. Why then do we believe that in a country where peace is everywhere do we need to carry a gun? I don't see the need.
"To protect my family" is a good reason. I can understand feeling that something which puts power into your hands against a stronger individual would bring you peace of mind. Of course because a gun has no loyalty there is a chance it can be turned on you. So, I also believe that if you bring a gun into your house you should also consider it a weapon against your family just as much as a way to defend it. Makes me rethink what kind of weapons I'd bring in.
If someone were to come into my house and shoot me, killing me and my children would not be all that harmful to us. We would be dead. I believe that this person, who is so sick to need to kill anyone, would carry us with them. The killer would have to know they did a horrible wrong. I would not be able to carry killing any human, I have a hard enough time with the thought of eating meat.
So, I choose not to have a gun because I choose not to be given the chance to kill anyone.
... but of course it's my choice, and you have a choice too.
The fascination with the gun is not all together a bad thing. They are pretty amazing. You put a small ball in this tube and it shoots out the other side. I have nothing wrong with liking the mechanics of guns and learning how they work. That is something I would call "healthy" for anyone to have. There are thousands of museums with great displays of guns and that I find amazing. I love to walk through and see how the gun has evolved through the years. It's a study.
Gun owners who know more about their guns than their cars are people I believe should own guns. They become great teachers on respecting the machine. Gotta love the guys who can tell you why a gun in a movie is wrong and what the person would really be using. These people I love! These guys have their guns locked up and in a completely different place than their bullets.
.... Just thinking now, I'd love to meet a vegetarian gun enthusiast.
I don't like them. I don't want to own anything that was made for killing. "Well, you better throw away all your knives!" my father in law responded to my above announcement. I explained to him that knives are used as tools.
There is no gun that was made to cut a carrot. Of course I will agree that guns and gun powder were invented to bring peace. Why then do we believe that in a country where peace is everywhere do we need to carry a gun? I don't see the need.
"To protect my family" is a good reason. I can understand feeling that something which puts power into your hands against a stronger individual would bring you peace of mind. Of course because a gun has no loyalty there is a chance it can be turned on you. So, I also believe that if you bring a gun into your house you should also consider it a weapon against your family just as much as a way to defend it. Makes me rethink what kind of weapons I'd bring in.
If someone were to come into my house and shoot me, killing me and my children would not be all that harmful to us. We would be dead. I believe that this person, who is so sick to need to kill anyone, would carry us with them. The killer would have to know they did a horrible wrong. I would not be able to carry killing any human, I have a hard enough time with the thought of eating meat.
So, I choose not to have a gun because I choose not to be given the chance to kill anyone.
... but of course it's my choice, and you have a choice too.
The fascination with the gun is not all together a bad thing. They are pretty amazing. You put a small ball in this tube and it shoots out the other side. I have nothing wrong with liking the mechanics of guns and learning how they work. That is something I would call "healthy" for anyone to have. There are thousands of museums with great displays of guns and that I find amazing. I love to walk through and see how the gun has evolved through the years. It's a study.
Gun owners who know more about their guns than their cars are people I believe should own guns. They become great teachers on respecting the machine. Gotta love the guys who can tell you why a gun in a movie is wrong and what the person would really be using. These people I love! These guys have their guns locked up and in a completely different place than their bullets.
.... Just thinking now, I'd love to meet a vegetarian gun enthusiast.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Birthday
My daughter is turning One in a week and I couldn't be happier. Every mother sees their child's first birthday as a wonderful milestone. It's your baby growing up, bittersweet in the greatest way. Of course I am not every mother.
I am so excited that my daughter is turning one because there will be cake, ice cream and I now don't have a baby anymore! That's right! I have a toddler. Yes, toddlers are a rough period too. Yes, I still have diapers to change. BUT there is no more formula, the bottles are on their way out and we'll soon hear more words coming from her.
Who wouldn't be excited about connecting with their child on a social level? I watched as my son grew but his expressions never changed and he didn't seem all that interested in us. My daughter is walking now and she stands there pointing at everything around her. She'll bleat out as she points and look to me for my response. How awesome is that?!
As you may have already guessed I am also excited that I will never be pregnant again, I will never give birth again AND I will never have a baby again. Ahhhh, those three phrases brought together make my whole body relax.
Now, let's just keep the grand babies from coming for a VERY VERY long time..... How about 25 years? I think at that point I MAY be nostalgic for those poopy, crying, gooy, helpless beings again.
Maybe 45 years.
I am so excited that my daughter is turning one because there will be cake, ice cream and I now don't have a baby anymore! That's right! I have a toddler. Yes, toddlers are a rough period too. Yes, I still have diapers to change. BUT there is no more formula, the bottles are on their way out and we'll soon hear more words coming from her.
Who wouldn't be excited about connecting with their child on a social level? I watched as my son grew but his expressions never changed and he didn't seem all that interested in us. My daughter is walking now and she stands there pointing at everything around her. She'll bleat out as she points and look to me for my response. How awesome is that?!
As you may have already guessed I am also excited that I will never be pregnant again, I will never give birth again AND I will never have a baby again. Ahhhh, those three phrases brought together make my whole body relax.
Now, let's just keep the grand babies from coming for a VERY VERY long time..... How about 25 years? I think at that point I MAY be nostalgic for those poopy, crying, gooy, helpless beings again.
Maybe 45 years.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
One of those days
Have you ever had one of those days where everything just doesn't seem worth it. I don't mean in a larger sense, but cleaning up is just not worth it today cause I'll have kids ripping apart my couch in an hour or two. Or you know that if you start to clean up the bathroom your three year old will just pee all over it again? Well, it's just one of those days.
I happen to be that weird breed of person who becomes energized by bleak rainy days. I really should move to Seattle. It's strange to feel the power bubble over when I wake to a gray morning. I feel ready to take on anything. But, man, this sunny stuff? I'm not a big fan.
Who in their right mind would believe that I am gloomy on a sunny day? I'm sure it will get better when the children are asleep and I can relax with a beer. Ahhhh, but a beer tastes so good on a sunny day doesn't it?
I happen to be that weird breed of person who becomes energized by bleak rainy days. I really should move to Seattle. It's strange to feel the power bubble over when I wake to a gray morning. I feel ready to take on anything. But, man, this sunny stuff? I'm not a big fan.
Who in their right mind would believe that I am gloomy on a sunny day? I'm sure it will get better when the children are asleep and I can relax with a beer. Ahhhh, but a beer tastes so good on a sunny day doesn't it?
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