Archive for September, 2012

Blubbering idiots- September 30, 2012

Sunday, September 30th, 2012


If you’re wondering what this is all about. Here it is. Grab a tissue and enjoy. Clearly we did.

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Golden Mama- September 25, 2012

Tuesday, September 25th, 2012

You all know I freakin’ love the Olympics. I mean Greyson and I geek out over the games. We love them so much we may or may not have made a baby during the Opening Ceremonies of the Vancouver Winter Games. (Bow chicka bow wow!) Every two years I’m all like, “Aaaahhh! Team USA! I-must-watch-every-event-even-archery-and-curling!!!!!”

Some news I heard today made me even more proud of one of our Olympians. Kerri Walsh Jennings was pregnant when she and Misty May-Treanor won their third consecutive gold medal in beach volleyball. What!? How amazing is that?! She didn’t even know.

The London games marked the first time the US had more women athletes then men. 50, even 20 years ago this would have been unheard of. Now we have a pregnant mother of two winning gold medals. Just a couple of years ago, Natalie Portman accepted her Academy Award when she was pregnant. Rep. Cathy McMorris Rodgers (R-Washington) had both of her children as a sitting member of Congress.

I know our politicians are fighting a lot of battles right now for women’s healthcare and the US falls behind other nations in maternity leave time. But, I have to believe more instances of working mothers making achievements like this will help.

So Kerri, congratulations on not just three gold medals, but three children. You are an inspiration for all American mothers. Thank you.

 

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Fall fun and Fall-out- September 23, 2012

Sunday, September 23rd, 2012

We hyped up this weekend a ton.  We promised all these fabulous features we really weren’t positive were even at this farm we were going to.  Everyday we would say, “Charlotte, do you want to go to a farm?!  Won’t that be so fun!?”  She’s in this phase where she agrees with pretty much everything we say.  I could have said, “Do you want to drink tuna juice?!” and she would have been psyched.

It was her good buddy Adalyn’s 2nd birthday party.  This place has all the autumn goodness a kid could hope for and a parent could photograph.

We were those a-hole parents that totally got there late.  It was entirely my fault. It’s about a 45 minute drive to get to the farm and I thought we could get there late and it wouldn’t be a problem.  Wrong!  They were waiting for us to start the hayride as we hurried to the entrance.  Greyson and I were mid-argument about the diaper bag as we rushed and dropped things.  I guiltily greeted the birthday girl’s parents and off we went.

For 99% of the party, it was wonderful!  Charlotte and Adalyn call each other Chasie and Addie.  They are truly adorable together.  They are the only girls in their class at school and quite the pair.  Adalyn didn’t like it when Charlotte got too close to her cake and Charlotte seriously envied Adalyn’s presents.  Ah, girlfriends!  It starts early, doesn’t it?

They climbed on the picnic table and dug in the cooler.  We joked with her parents that we should just give them some frozen water instead of taking them on train rides and playground equipment.

Oh, I said 99% didn’t I?  Yeah.  The last 15 minutes were a screaming, thrashing blur of pumpkins and hay.  When I say my child hit the proverbial wall, I mean she lost it.  Completely lost it.  This was the type of tantrum that started with pumpkin selection and ended with a string of snot several inches long, dangling from her pacifier.  Yes, we gave our kid a paci in front of all the other parents who’ve binky-weaned their toddlers.  We had no choice really.  Everyone was staring at her while she screamed like we had shoved bamboo shoots under her fingernails.  I swear we only tried to help her carry a pumpkin too heavy for her to pick up!  But, that was all it took.  It was terrible.  There was nothing we could do to calm her down.  We quickly said goodbye after climbing off the hayride, Greyson fireman carried her out while I juggled a pumpkin with a light coating of snot.

This was just after I had wiped her paci clean. The daddies are doing what they can in the wake of Charlotte’s tantrum here.

Charlotte was asleep before we got out of the parking lot.  We then had a 45 minute husband/wife discussion on the way home about whether we should seek a child and family therapist to find out what is wrong with our kid.

We figured it out.  She suffers from Naplesstoddleritis.  She was an absolute delight the rest of the weekend.  We agreed as a couple that tantrums would not rule our lives.  We can’t get so upset when she does.  We have to remain calm and realize she’s a 22 month-old who’s exhausted and can’t express herself yet.  That’s okay.  This will pass.  We plan on not reacting so dramatically.  She reacts to us being upset.  We just need to calmly remove her for a time-out.  Notice that’s what Adalyn’s dad was doing in the last picture.

I wrote about this a few weeks ago and many of you had some great ideas for us.  Thank you.  Please let us know if there is something else you think we should have done in this instance.  She was just tired and got mad when we took the pumpkin from her hands.  Thoughts?

 

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I need a tissue- September 18, 2012

Tuesday, September 18th, 2012

On the way home today I sneezed in the car. From the backseat I heard, “Bless you, Mommy!”

I laughed and cried and thanked my little girl.

I am blessed, baby. Over and over everyday. By you. You blessed me the moment you were born, you just made it official today.

Maybe I’ll welcome the fall allergy season this year, just to hear little blessings.

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Pretty baby- September 17, 2012

Monday, September 17th, 2012

I found myself behind the camera this weekend.  I’m by no means good yet, I just like taking pictures.  Over and over I found my lens landed on  Emma.  She is the 7 month-old-daughter of my cousin Meagan.

If a baby can have soulful eyes, Emma has them.  Deep and lovely.  Add to that, her smooth cheeks and delicious baby chub, and I couldn’t stop clicking.  Enjoy the beauty that is this child!  Our family certainly did this weekend.

“My dearest Emma,” said he, “for dearest you will always be, whatever the event of this hour’s conversation, my dearest, most beloved Emma.”

-Jane Austen

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