Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Bring Me Your Gross

I got thinking today about the grossest things I have done as a parent so far, things I SWORE I would never do.  You know when you realize you're pregnant?  Well after you wake up from fainting, the first thing you want to do is seek out information.  My sister and mother bought me What to Expect books the minute they found out.  I read them from front to back.  They were SO good, so informative, yet in some ways, SO gross.  There were things in here that I was all "HA!  I would NEVER do that!  Oh my land, what were they thinking?  I will so have it together better than this."  Mhm.  Riiiight.  I want to know the grossest things you've done so far as a parent, Moms and Dads alike.  Post it here, post it on Facebook, I don't care just bare it.  I want to see who has done things they swore they never would.  BE BRAVE!!!!  Here's three of mine:
  • I've officially gone a full week without a shower. (My doctor told me this would happen and I looked right at her and said in my snooty-not-yet-a-mother-way "Oh no, you see I have to shave my legs EVERY day.  If I don't do that, I will die."  Ohhh, young-not-yet-a-mother.  You've no idea.
  • I've wanted my daughter suffering from a cold to blow her nose so badly that I told her to blow into my hand.  My bare hand.  Without napkins.  The funniest part?  This happened last week.  
  • Because I just love catching foreign objects in my hand - one day my little girl (only about a month old) started to grunt and groan.  I knew a poop was coming and she happened to be on the changing table bare-assed.  I didn't have time to grab a diaper.....soooooo that good old hand came in handy again.  Caught it like a baseball.  Any parent knows that the first months of poo is not solid.  Not at all.  Squishy squish right between the fingers. 
Anyone for chocolate?

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

This is OUR Perfect

Part of my nighttime "thing" every night is to go one last time into my Meem's bedroom, tuck her back in, then blow her a kiss.  I've done it since she was an infant, and chances are I will do it until she moves out of the house.

Tonight - there was just an aura in that room.  There truly was.  I nudged the door open, snuck in as quiet as can be, and there she was - sleeping on her back so peacefully.  I gathered her sheet and blanket, tucked it in around her and blew her a kiss.  Tonight though was different.  I usually take care not to interrupt her sleep, I don't want to wake her and have her bouncing off the walls after having a good hour and half of sleep into her.  I couldn't help myself, she was the picture of perfection.  So I reached down and rubbed her head.  Aha!  She didn't move.  I wanted to cry, just being overwhelmed with love for my daughter.  That moment was PERFECT.  Until.....

RRRRRRRRRRRRIP!  Not once but 5 times.  Didn't move the entire time, snoring never stopped.  I had to leave quickly for fear of laughing too loud.  Just as I shut the door, one more little rip for safe measure.  Child can toot!

As quickly as this happened - I took something from this moment.  That nothing is ever "perfect," but if it is your moment, your memory, something you will never forget - then it is perfect for you.  I couldn't have asked for a better ending to that moment.  I know, that's a weird ending, but for me - it isn't.  She is funny when she's not even trying to be.  She's fast becoming my little comedian who can make me laugh at the drop of a hat.

And this is just the beginning...rips and all.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Life's little "Happys"

It's such a quiet evening here - the other half is at a hockey game, and Miss Meem is fast asleep.  I'm enjoying the quietness of the house, and just thinking about the day.  There was a point and time that we found a ball to play with, the three of us.  It was by far THEE most fun I have had in a very long time.  We tossed, kicked, fell on, rolled on, threw, crammed that ball every which way and laughed the entire time. We knocked over a lamp - who cares.  We tripped over it and fell down - no biggie.  It was sheer joy,  glorious shrieks, and hard concentration learning how to kick and throw.

In thinking about that tonight, I think about all of the people out there that just do not know how to appreciate the small things in life.  There are plenty out there - always wanting more.  Believe me, I am NO stranger to WalMart and Target.  I have my very own parking spot.  Well not yet but it's coming, I swear.  However, I am truly thankful that I DO know how to appreciate the smaller things.  Things like:

  • The ticking of a clock.
  • Books.
  • A hot cup of Earl Grey.
  • A hot cup of Earl Grey with your Mama or Grandma.
  • Counting stars.
  • Hot sun shining down on your back.
  • Steady rain on the roof.
  • A nice glass of merlot. (some of you may say that my wine glasses are not one of the smaller things in life.  You are probably right.)
  • Belly-aching laughter.  Laughter so hard that you can't stop crying. 
  • Watching a puppy run and play and then fall to the floor sound asleep.
  • Mud in between your toes.  
  • Finding out that the cloud passing by looks exactly like a giraffe.
  • Listening to a child sing.
  • Listening to a child laugh.
  • Listening to a child babble.
  • Listening to a child snore.
  • Crying.  It may not seem like anything to appreciate at the time, but it truly cleanses you.
  • The first day of your legs being shaved.  Weird, but come on - you know you love it too.
  • Weeding.
  • The smell of fresh cut grass.  
  • Dancing.
  • Singing to the top of your lungs and not caring who hears it.  
And my #1 "Happy" of all time:
  • Out of NOWHERE, having your child come up to you, give you a hug and say "I love you."  
For those of you that have yet to experience that with your own babies, or for those of you trying to have babies, trust me - when you hear this, nothing else will matter.  The house will be falling down around you, the meal will be burnt, the coffee stone cold, and it will not matter.  

So tell me - what are your "Happys?"  Add them to this list.  I would LOVE to hear them.  I leave you with this final thought - please please please take time to remember them.  Live them.  Put down the phones, the computers (I know - pot kettle black as I am typing on one), the TV remotes, the Wiis and live.    If you are one of the unfortunate ones that doesn't know how to appreciate "small," smarten up.  Get with the program and figure it out.  You'll be happy you did.