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Friday, August 26, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Our Baby
Before Annabelle was born, I often worried about how jealous the boys would be of their new baby sister. Baby sister is now 11 weeks old, and I can't recall any real jealousy issues. In fact, we often experience just the opposite issue. The boys get irritated with me when I have the nerve to let Annabelle entertain herself for more than a second. I don't know how many times Tyler has given me a very disapproving glare and informed me, "our baby has a mad face mommy. She looks like she's gonna cry. I think you need to give her the boobie right now".
In this household, Annabelle is "our baby". The boys delight in being a part of each of her firsts. "Mommy, wait! We want to watch you put her in her bumbo seat for the first time". "Mommy, can I please change her diaper?"
I thought that by now the newness would have worn off, but Colin and Tyler seem to fall more and more in love with their baby sister each and every day. They are both like little first time parents. They relish every opportunity to spend time with her, and they brag to anyone who will listen about how wonderful she is.
Today I asked Tyler who's baby Annabelle is. "She's my baby mommy. And Colin's, and yours, and Daddy's baby. She's all of our baby". What a lucky little girl. "Our baby", indeed.
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Tuesday, August 23, 2011
The Littlest Teacher
First she helped Colin with his homework.
Then he helped her play.
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Thursday, August 18, 2011
Everybody Else's Mother
Colin: Mommy, will you start putting napkins in my lunch and writing messages on them like everybody else's mother?
Darn that everybody else's mother. That woman's on top of everything.
She apparently:
Never runs out of staples like I did this afternoon. Poor Colin's going to have to suffer through the indignity of asking to use his teacher's stapler tomorrow to staple his homework.
Is never late to the bus stop. How is it that our bus driver, who is never at our house before 8:00 am, was already gone when we got to the bus stop at 7:52?
Has lunch with her child everyday. Not going to happen.
Is always first in car pool line. I'm not sure how this is even possible.
Let's her children stay up as late as they want. I'm sure she also let's them eat cupcakes for dinner and wash them down with Mountain Dew.
I am sure I will continue to walk in the footsteps of everybody else's mother for the duration of my career as a mother. I have resigned myself to never being quite as talented, fair, or cool as everybody else's mother is. I mean after all, someone has to be the meanest mother on the block.
-A Memory Made
Darn that everybody else's mother. That woman's on top of everything.
She apparently:
Never runs out of staples like I did this afternoon. Poor Colin's going to have to suffer through the indignity of asking to use his teacher's stapler tomorrow to staple his homework.
Is never late to the bus stop. How is it that our bus driver, who is never at our house before 8:00 am, was already gone when we got to the bus stop at 7:52?
Has lunch with her child everyday. Not going to happen.
Is always first in car pool line. I'm not sure how this is even possible.
Let's her children stay up as late as they want. I'm sure she also let's them eat cupcakes for dinner and wash them down with Mountain Dew.
I am sure I will continue to walk in the footsteps of everybody else's mother for the duration of my career as a mother. I have resigned myself to never being quite as talented, fair, or cool as everybody else's mother is. I mean after all, someone has to be the meanest mother on the block.
-A Memory Made
Monday, August 15, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
I need a Johnson and Johnson Anonymous Meeting
It's been a craptastic week. First off, one of our $3000 lawn mowers was stolen from our shop. Apparently, the city of Loganville is under siege by a group of lawn mower thieves. According to the guy at the lawn mower repair shop, at least 15 similar mowers have been stolen in the past month. This piece of information would have been a lot handier a week ago, so we could've locked the mower up every night.
Second off, I was driving home today nursing a killer case of heartburn, trying to remember whether or not I had any tums at home, when I heard a loud pop and saw glass spray everywhere.
Both Sam and the windshield repairman agreed that either someone threw something at my window or a piece of debris shot out of someone's lawn mower and hit my car. Apparently a rock kicked up from one of the tires would not have caused the windshield to shatter and spray glass all over the inside of my car. I can't recall seeing anyone throw something at me or anyone mowing their lawn in the vicinity of the accident, but in my defense, I was wondering if heartburn could actually kill a person at the time all of this happened. I'd actually broken out in a sweat, I hurt so bad.
As it turns out neither the mower theft nor the windshield is covered under any of the pricey insurance I pay out the wazoo every month for. Like a good neighbor State Farm will cancel you if you make three claims against your homeowners in a three year period. We've already made one claim for hail damage back in 2009, so if we made a claim for the mower, which wouldn't have paid for a new one anyway (thank you high deductible), we'd be completely S.O.L. if something else went wrong.
In addition to all of this "fun", Colin also started 1st grade this week. Let's just say his first week has been a challenge. He hadn't been at school for more than 30 minutes the first day before I got a call from the school nurse because he'd puked. The nurse and I both agreed to a "no fever, no pick up" puke policy for the remainder of the school year.
So this afternoon I decided I needed a pick me up. I went to Target and purchased a bottle of the purple Johnson and Johnson baby shampoo. My friend, Jennifer, uses it on her kids and whenever I am around them, I take advantage of every available opportunity to sniff their sweet little heads. I have decided that purple J&J smells even better on Annabelle. I'm pretty sure I'm going to need an intervention and a 12 step program to stop "huffing" (that's what all the junkies call it I'm told) my baby. Nonetheless, it has made my week better.
-A Memory Made
Second off, I was driving home today nursing a killer case of heartburn, trying to remember whether or not I had any tums at home, when I heard a loud pop and saw glass spray everywhere.
Both Sam and the windshield repairman agreed that either someone threw something at my window or a piece of debris shot out of someone's lawn mower and hit my car. Apparently a rock kicked up from one of the tires would not have caused the windshield to shatter and spray glass all over the inside of my car. I can't recall seeing anyone throw something at me or anyone mowing their lawn in the vicinity of the accident, but in my defense, I was wondering if heartburn could actually kill a person at the time all of this happened. I'd actually broken out in a sweat, I hurt so bad.
As it turns out neither the mower theft nor the windshield is covered under any of the pricey insurance I pay out the wazoo every month for. Like a good neighbor State Farm will cancel you if you make three claims against your homeowners in a three year period. We've already made one claim for hail damage back in 2009, so if we made a claim for the mower, which wouldn't have paid for a new one anyway (thank you high deductible), we'd be completely S.O.L. if something else went wrong.
In addition to all of this "fun", Colin also started 1st grade this week. Let's just say his first week has been a challenge. He hadn't been at school for more than 30 minutes the first day before I got a call from the school nurse because he'd puked. The nurse and I both agreed to a "no fever, no pick up" puke policy for the remainder of the school year.
So this afternoon I decided I needed a pick me up. I went to Target and purchased a bottle of the purple Johnson and Johnson baby shampoo. My friend, Jennifer, uses it on her kids and whenever I am around them, I take advantage of every available opportunity to sniff their sweet little heads. I have decided that purple J&J smells even better on Annabelle. I'm pretty sure I'm going to need an intervention and a 12 step program to stop "huffing" (that's what all the junkies call it I'm told) my baby. Nonetheless, it has made my week better.
-A Memory Made
The best day ever...
I know what you're thinking. "Dear God, is that a duck?". Yes, yes it is. Tyler caught it with his fishing pole. How does one catch a duck with a fishing pole? I'm pretty sure your name has to be Tyler Linton to accomplish such a feet. Apparently, I didn't witness the catch first hand, he wrapped his line around the duck's wing and reeled it in. I came around the corner shortly after it happened to find Sam holding the duck by it's neck, and Tyler jumping up and down exclaiming, "look what I caught! Look what I caught!". Sam's Aunt Patti, who thought to capture this Kodak moment on film, dubbed this "The Best Day Ever!". I'm pretty sure she was right.
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Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Pick and kick
I wonder if David Beckham's mother ever stood on the sidelines at his peewee soccer games and had to yell, "stop picking your nose and kick the ball" like I did tonight to Tyler. My kid is apparently not talented enough to pick and kick at the same time.
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Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Bumbo
I put Annabelle in her bumbo seat for the first time today much to the delight of her brothers.
I turned my head for five minutes and Annabelle became a strong supporter of the armed forces with a cat fetish.
I guess the boys like to play dress up with their little sister too.
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Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Pettirompers Make Me Happy..
Yes, I know she's not a barbie doll; she's much better. However, unlike a barbie doll, she will eventually begin to form her own opinions about what is fashionable and what is not. So I am enjoying dressing her in whatever I please while I can. I figure if she's anything like her brothers, I have until she's about 15 months old to play dress up with her. So until then-Step aside Barbie! There's a new doll in town!
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