I am enjoying being a mamma.
This morning Derek and I took the kids to a preschool for a tour and show Greta what excitement lies in her near future. She wanted either Derek or me to hold her through the hallways and upon entering each room she slid down and touched the floor with her tippy toes and cautiously moved forward to the kids involved in their crafts. Then she would turn back to me and say, "Mamma, are you going to be here?" Oh, yes. I am going to be here.
Letting her go is going to tear me up. Why is it so hard to let go? Derek used to joke about me sitting outside her kindergarten classroom while she is inside learning how to read....yes, just sitting there and peeking in the windows at her. Camping out until noon when we can walk home together and play dress up. I just might.
Until then, I have a few good years to soak it all up and hug her to death. I am enjoying.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Mommy's Coolness Factor
Here sits one mommy, still cleaving to the hipness that was once very much a lifestyle. Have I hit rock bottom or can I still be considered cool after seeing.....Disney on Ice? The adds would run on TV and I remember thinking to myself, "Who would put themselves through that disaster?" before I had children...especially one child in particular that is molded from princess moon dust with sparkles. Yes, and the other child is quite content in pixie wings despite the eyebrow raising of a certain Poppy. There are some very masculine fairies in Pixie Hollow...I know this to be true, as does Jack Jack.
Last Friday was a warm and sunny day that Derek took off work to share with us. I told him it would be fun; definitely one for the books. He took Jack first thing in the morning and picked up Krispy Kreme sprinkle donuts and coffee and even ran by Einstein's to get bagels and cream cheese for me. We got the kids dressed (always takes me and hour as Jack has opinions on his styling, and Greta strips as fast as you dress her because it is "funny" for you to turn around and see her bootie coming at you.) She says this, and has for a year or more now, "I'm a bootie, I'm a bootie, I'm a bootie..." Hilarious. We jumped in the car and were giddy with excitement to see Ariel and Cars and Lion King and Tinkerbell and even meet a princess before the show began.
The show was at the Sprint Center in the Power and Light District and it is such a great area - I love going there. I feel like a tourist on vacation. We need to get out more. There were mobs of children in cheap Disney dresses swarming toward the stadium. It was a sight to behold. Both of the kids were wide eyed and taking it all in. At this point I know it can go either way. They are either going to love it or we are going to be leaving at intermission with terrorized babies.
They loved it. Greta sang along with Ariel and made me cry. Derek took pictures of me crying at Disney on Ice. Jack thought it was the most amazing thing since birth and he especially enjoyed the ultra convenient cup holders for his refreshment as he sipped and returned his cup to its place at a record pace. He sat on Derek's lap and pointed and made Jack noises. He refused cotton candy as did his sister, so Derek and I got to relive our childhood and share a big bag of it together. Love it.
After the show we took our sugar rush and walked through the P&L District and tried to regain our sense of self.
We can cross this one off of the list of "Things I will never do once I have kids". And, I have to admit, I would do it again! (Except next time I won't cry.)
Last Friday was a warm and sunny day that Derek took off work to share with us. I told him it would be fun; definitely one for the books. He took Jack first thing in the morning and picked up Krispy Kreme sprinkle donuts and coffee and even ran by Einstein's to get bagels and cream cheese for me. We got the kids dressed (always takes me and hour as Jack has opinions on his styling, and Greta strips as fast as you dress her because it is "funny" for you to turn around and see her bootie coming at you.) She says this, and has for a year or more now, "I'm a bootie, I'm a bootie, I'm a bootie..." Hilarious. We jumped in the car and were giddy with excitement to see Ariel and Cars and Lion King and Tinkerbell and even meet a princess before the show began.
The show was at the Sprint Center in the Power and Light District and it is such a great area - I love going there. I feel like a tourist on vacation. We need to get out more. There were mobs of children in cheap Disney dresses swarming toward the stadium. It was a sight to behold. Both of the kids were wide eyed and taking it all in. At this point I know it can go either way. They are either going to love it or we are going to be leaving at intermission with terrorized babies.
They loved it. Greta sang along with Ariel and made me cry. Derek took pictures of me crying at Disney on Ice. Jack thought it was the most amazing thing since birth and he especially enjoyed the ultra convenient cup holders for his refreshment as he sipped and returned his cup to its place at a record pace. He sat on Derek's lap and pointed and made Jack noises. He refused cotton candy as did his sister, so Derek and I got to relive our childhood and share a big bag of it together. Love it.
After the show we took our sugar rush and walked through the P&L District and tried to regain our sense of self.
We can cross this one off of the list of "Things I will never do once I have kids". And, I have to admit, I would do it again! (Except next time I won't cry.)
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
He Flies Through the Air with the Greatest of Ease
Jack can now climb out of his crib.
Last night upon hearing his, "Mamma?" I entered his room to find him balanced on the top bar of the crib about ready to dismount onto the fluffy rug below. I grabbed him up and put him back in his bed and shook my finger at him and made all kinds of hushed inaudible no no's and ehhh ehhh's.
What. Do. We. Do. Now.
The child is unstoppable. I knew it. Freakin' wondersperm.
But on the bright side of his latest accomplishments...drum roll....he is peeing in the potty!
It has occurred 5 times with great laughter afterwards. He thinks that is the funniest thing in the world next to blowing raspberries and squeezing my boobs together. I say, let's keep this party going!
Last night upon hearing his, "Mamma?" I entered his room to find him balanced on the top bar of the crib about ready to dismount onto the fluffy rug below. I grabbed him up and put him back in his bed and shook my finger at him and made all kinds of hushed inaudible no no's and ehhh ehhh's.
What. Do. We. Do. Now.
The child is unstoppable. I knew it. Freakin' wondersperm.
But on the bright side of his latest accomplishments...drum roll....he is peeing in the potty!
It has occurred 5 times with great laughter afterwards. He thinks that is the funniest thing in the world next to blowing raspberries and squeezing my boobs together. I say, let's keep this party going!
Poor Greta and the Flu
The poor sweet little girl woke up last Friday morning at about 4:30 am and called out in her sweet little voice. I went and got her and laid her in bed between me and Derek. We snuggled until Jack woke up and called out at 5:00 am and then we all got up as Greta announced that she was going to puke.
Derek ran to the store for 7up and crackers and I began the world's longest Disney Princess marathon in history. We made a cozy spot on the couch and I tried to ease her pain. The poor baby would cry every time she got sick. And, she would say, "Get out germs, get out!"
Never will the words come out of my mouth that my kids are sick and that it is okay, because it isn't. There is nothing worse for me. I feel such pain for them and such anxiety. And, I try to hide it and be strong and make things better... Sips of drinks, cold wash clothes cooling foreheads, warm and soft jammies and comforting words. And, on the inside I have these huge eyes and am a frantic mamma trying to asses the situation and conquer it..and keep Jack at a distance with my foot - Thank goodness my legs are long! And, thank goodness for Derek, who stayed home to help. Even with all of my extra love and care, nothing helps more than knowing that Daddy is nearby, too.
The bug went away, and our little girl felt better. On Sunday we tried to treat her, and Jack to cold cones at Dairy Queen to pretend it is spring even though the day was a grey dripping mess. Little sweetheart still didn't feel like a chocolate milkshake. She fell asleep in the car clutching her Niney and a card to mail to Papa. She scribbled in ink on this card and envelope and kissed it over and over "to send Papa her love" or her flu....we'll mail that one later.
Derek ran to the store for 7up and crackers and I began the world's longest Disney Princess marathon in history. We made a cozy spot on the couch and I tried to ease her pain. The poor baby would cry every time she got sick. And, she would say, "Get out germs, get out!"
Never will the words come out of my mouth that my kids are sick and that it is okay, because it isn't. There is nothing worse for me. I feel such pain for them and such anxiety. And, I try to hide it and be strong and make things better... Sips of drinks, cold wash clothes cooling foreheads, warm and soft jammies and comforting words. And, on the inside I have these huge eyes and am a frantic mamma trying to asses the situation and conquer it..and keep Jack at a distance with my foot - Thank goodness my legs are long! And, thank goodness for Derek, who stayed home to help. Even with all of my extra love and care, nothing helps more than knowing that Daddy is nearby, too.
The bug went away, and our little girl felt better. On Sunday we tried to treat her, and Jack to cold cones at Dairy Queen to pretend it is spring even though the day was a grey dripping mess. Little sweetheart still didn't feel like a chocolate milkshake. She fell asleep in the car clutching her Niney and a card to mail to Papa. She scribbled in ink on this card and envelope and kissed it over and over "to send Papa her love" or her flu....we'll mail that one later.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Sniffles
I have a cold. And, I have jammed two tissues up my nose so I can write without dripping. It's hard to be a sick mommy. But, I think we are through the worst of it. I am feeling some relief and am so thankful that my kiddos were gentle with me and they even took long naps for a change so I could, too. Jack slept better at night than he has his whole life! I can not complain one bit!
Jack and I did keep our traditional late night date. He is so sweet when he wakes in the night. He stands up in his crib and cries out, "Mamma?" I wake up even before he calls out. Because I am trained, I can hear him rustle around in his crib, and I can tell when he is awake. So, I go in and sweep him up in his soft blanket and I hold him tight and we rock in the chair and slowly doze back off to sleep. Last night my nose was dripping so badly that I stuffed tissues up there again. As we were rocking I was dozing off, too, and Jack started up the giggles and I realized that my head was falling forward and the other end of the tissue was tickling him on the nose! I love those baby giggles - yes, even sweet at 3 am. Jack is such a good sport. I am especially glad he didn't open his eyes to behold the vision I was, tissues and all.
Jack is almost 18 months old. I don't even know where the time has gone.
Greta told Jack that she loved him. And, my heart melted. Hand me another tissue.
Jack and I did keep our traditional late night date. He is so sweet when he wakes in the night. He stands up in his crib and cries out, "Mamma?" I wake up even before he calls out. Because I am trained, I can hear him rustle around in his crib, and I can tell when he is awake. So, I go in and sweep him up in his soft blanket and I hold him tight and we rock in the chair and slowly doze back off to sleep. Last night my nose was dripping so badly that I stuffed tissues up there again. As we were rocking I was dozing off, too, and Jack started up the giggles and I realized that my head was falling forward and the other end of the tissue was tickling him on the nose! I love those baby giggles - yes, even sweet at 3 am. Jack is such a good sport. I am especially glad he didn't open his eyes to behold the vision I was, tissues and all.
Jack is almost 18 months old. I don't even know where the time has gone.
Greta told Jack that she loved him. And, my heart melted. Hand me another tissue.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Annalise in Wonderland
Watch for this gorgeous red headed starlet in the new Tim Burton, Alice in Wonderland. She is making quite a name for herself in Hollywood and we are so proud, not only of her, but her sister, Alexandria and brother, Gabriel. These kiddos are our cousins. Their mother, Marcie, has always been an incredible supporter of my theatrical and musical accomplishments. I love that I get to support and cheer on her babies now!
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