There are so many times I get frustrated or annoyed by my husband and get ready to rip into him. But then, out of the blue, he does something to make all the frustration disappear and remind me of why I love him.
Yesterday was a day of trying to clean up the clutter in the house. An ongoing project made harder by the fact only a 1/4 of it gets done between entertaining and consoling my 15 month old son. Of course, when he wants consoling he wants only me so there goes much of my "to do list" time.
At 8:30pm yesterday after Jacob finally went down for the night, and I got to reheat that last piece of pizza that had long since gotten cold, I stood in the kitchen as my husband emptied the trash. He looked at me sweetly and said he'd already cleaned up all the dishes. He did it without being asked or pestered and did it because he wanted to. He did it because in his words, I had done all the mommy stuff and this was his way of contributing.
Many women are not as lucky as that. Some have to do all the chores because they are women's work. Some have to beg and beg for their husband's to lift a finger. Some unfortunately do not have a significant other to help around the house. For those reasons, I feel blessed.
Monday, March 21, 2005
Monday, February 28, 2005
Where did my baby go?
And where did this toddler come from? Where did this wonderous little human being come from? It seems as if almost overnight the little baby I knew has been replaced by an amazing little boy with a mind, knowledge and personality that come into being in the blink of an eye.
I witnessed this new little person do things on his own twice tonight and my heart is just so full at his accomplishments.
Tonight Jacob had prunes and apples after dinner. Not a glorious feat in and of itself. Well, since he doesn't eat fruit I guess it is. What makes it truly amazing is he fed himself using his own spoon! He wouldn't let me have the spoon so I figured, "why not" and dipped the spoon into the container with him still holding onto it. Next thing I know he's dipping the spoon, with my help of course, and feeding himself! And, he finished the whole container! Where did he learn this? Where did he figure out using the spoon is how you eat? It boggles my mind that after me showing him just a few times and him watching us eat he's figured this out. No formal instruction at all. What a smart boy!
Then, the moment that melted my heart. Just a 1/2 hour ago I carried Jacob upstairs to bed. I fully expected to rock him to sleep and put him in his crib completely passed out. Not tonight. He had other ideas. I stood at the crib straightening his sleep sack with him balanced on one hip and all of a sudden he reached for the side rail. He practically dove in head first! Again, figuring "why not" I laid him down and he was instantly in his spread-eagle sleeping position looking up at me sleepily. He looked at me as if to say "Okay mama, I'm ready for you to tuck me in now". So I put him in his sleep sack, rubbed his tummy and in a matter of minutes he rolled over into dreamland. I just can't get over this big boy development.
All these things make me so proud of the boy he is becoming. Yes, I find it a bit sad to see my baby isn't around much more and my toddler is here to stay (at least for a while) but honestly, I'm not that sad or hearbroken or longing for the days when he was smaller. This is the future. I look forward to seeing him learn all these new things and develop his sense of self. These are good things.
I witnessed this new little person do things on his own twice tonight and my heart is just so full at his accomplishments.
Tonight Jacob had prunes and apples after dinner. Not a glorious feat in and of itself. Well, since he doesn't eat fruit I guess it is. What makes it truly amazing is he fed himself using his own spoon! He wouldn't let me have the spoon so I figured, "why not" and dipped the spoon into the container with him still holding onto it. Next thing I know he's dipping the spoon, with my help of course, and feeding himself! And, he finished the whole container! Where did he learn this? Where did he figure out using the spoon is how you eat? It boggles my mind that after me showing him just a few times and him watching us eat he's figured this out. No formal instruction at all. What a smart boy!
Then, the moment that melted my heart. Just a 1/2 hour ago I carried Jacob upstairs to bed. I fully expected to rock him to sleep and put him in his crib completely passed out. Not tonight. He had other ideas. I stood at the crib straightening his sleep sack with him balanced on one hip and all of a sudden he reached for the side rail. He practically dove in head first! Again, figuring "why not" I laid him down and he was instantly in his spread-eagle sleeping position looking up at me sleepily. He looked at me as if to say "Okay mama, I'm ready for you to tuck me in now". So I put him in his sleep sack, rubbed his tummy and in a matter of minutes he rolled over into dreamland. I just can't get over this big boy development.
All these things make me so proud of the boy he is becoming. Yes, I find it a bit sad to see my baby isn't around much more and my toddler is here to stay (at least for a while) but honestly, I'm not that sad or hearbroken or longing for the days when he was smaller. This is the future. I look forward to seeing him learn all these new things and develop his sense of self. These are good things.
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Give me coffee!!!
Why am I on a kick for coffee? I don't like coffee. Okay, that's not entirely true. I do enjoy coffee, but only good ones and usually when it's fresh ground beans. Rarely do I drink coffee outside of the weekends and even then, I only drink it in the morning, at home. It's rare I drink coffee just because I want it.
Never do I drink regular coffee at a restaurant or from the machine in our kitchenette at work. Yesterday and the day before I had office coffee! Then today I stopped at QuickChek for a french vanilla coffee. This is so unlike me. I actually prefer tea.
I guess my body's telling me it needs it. I guess there's something in it I'm craving. God knows what that could be though. Don't think it's really the caffeine to stay awake because I have been sleeping. I wonder what it could be?
This is just so all surreal in a way. Even funnier considering not 4 days ago I told someone I wasn't really a coffee drinker. Damn her. She put the idea in my head.
I guess I can always chalk it up to cycles, hormones and being female. Yeah, that's it.
Never do I drink regular coffee at a restaurant or from the machine in our kitchenette at work. Yesterday and the day before I had office coffee! Then today I stopped at QuickChek for a french vanilla coffee. This is so unlike me. I actually prefer tea.
I guess my body's telling me it needs it. I guess there's something in it I'm craving. God knows what that could be though. Don't think it's really the caffeine to stay awake because I have been sleeping. I wonder what it could be?
This is just so all surreal in a way. Even funnier considering not 4 days ago I told someone I wasn't really a coffee drinker. Damn her. She put the idea in my head.
I guess I can always chalk it up to cycles, hormones and being female. Yeah, that's it.
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Who the @#(% invented pantyhose!?! I don't know but I can sure as hell guarantee it was a man. No decent woman in her right mind would subject other women to the torture of trying to put these blasted things on!! A torture I endured this morning.
As I stood looking at my clothes this morning I decided, "Hey, why not wear a skirt?" I haven't worn one in ages and after digging one out of the closet that I had completely forgotten existed, I was pretty excited to add this piece back to my wardrobe. Usually, I wear black tights with my long black skirts and boots but this time I was out of luck. I'd just thrown one pair out because of a big hole behind the knee and the other pair were in the wash. No problem. Luckily I had pantyhose. Or at least, I thought I was lucky. When I got them up about mid-calf I was already cursing them out.
I felt like with each pull my legs were being stuffed into sausage casings! Each attempt at pulling them up was more and more difficult. No turning back though. I was not going out with nothing on my legs. First off, I hadn't shaved in over a week and second off, I felt naked without something covering them. There was no turning back.
I tugged and I pulled and I huffed and I puffed and I grumbled and after what felt like 10 minutes, I had them almost pulled on. All that was left was to "readjust" and pull up the panty part. Not seconds after this monumental accomplishment did I hear that dreaded sound. The quiet sound that makes your heart sink. The sound that indicates you've just put a rip in the hose. Sure enough, a rip stretched from the top of my leg, past my knee and about 1/2 way down my calf. Flippin' figures!
I thought about it for a moment and came to the decision there was no way in hell I was taking these things off after all that work. There was no way I was giving up after my long struggle. I was wearing them and that was it.! I did what lots of women in my situation do. I pulled out the nailpolish and McGyvered them!
You can be sure that when I get home I'm taking them off and searching for the man that invented these blasted things so I can strangle him with them. Oh, and I'm buying more tights too!
As I stood looking at my clothes this morning I decided, "Hey, why not wear a skirt?" I haven't worn one in ages and after digging one out of the closet that I had completely forgotten existed, I was pretty excited to add this piece back to my wardrobe. Usually, I wear black tights with my long black skirts and boots but this time I was out of luck. I'd just thrown one pair out because of a big hole behind the knee and the other pair were in the wash. No problem. Luckily I had pantyhose. Or at least, I thought I was lucky. When I got them up about mid-calf I was already cursing them out.
I felt like with each pull my legs were being stuffed into sausage casings! Each attempt at pulling them up was more and more difficult. No turning back though. I was not going out with nothing on my legs. First off, I hadn't shaved in over a week and second off, I felt naked without something covering them. There was no turning back.
I tugged and I pulled and I huffed and I puffed and I grumbled and after what felt like 10 minutes, I had them almost pulled on. All that was left was to "readjust" and pull up the panty part. Not seconds after this monumental accomplishment did I hear that dreaded sound. The quiet sound that makes your heart sink. The sound that indicates you've just put a rip in the hose. Sure enough, a rip stretched from the top of my leg, past my knee and about 1/2 way down my calf. Flippin' figures!
I thought about it for a moment and came to the decision there was no way in hell I was taking these things off after all that work. There was no way I was giving up after my long struggle. I was wearing them and that was it.! I did what lots of women in my situation do. I pulled out the nailpolish and McGyvered them!
You can be sure that when I get home I'm taking them off and searching for the man that invented these blasted things so I can strangle him with them. Oh, and I'm buying more tights too!
Thursday, December 23, 2004
My own personal Christmas carol
Tis the season for exhaustion,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Shopping, baking, celebration,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Sit me down at the kitchen table,
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
Forgot to send a card to dear aunt Mabel.
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
See the empty cart before us,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
My christmas list is just enormous,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Too much to do, too little time,
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
but skipping the holiday is out of line.
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Soon enough the panic passes,
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
And I enjoy cider in BIG glasses
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
All that matters is we're together,
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
Hoping next year is so much better.
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Shopping, baking, celebration,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Sit me down at the kitchen table,
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
Forgot to send a card to dear aunt Mabel.
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
See the empty cart before us,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
My christmas list is just enormous,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Too much to do, too little time,
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
but skipping the holiday is out of line.
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Soon enough the panic passes,
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
And I enjoy cider in BIG glasses
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
All that matters is we're together,
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
Hoping next year is so much better.
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
It's a wonderful world
There are times in your life when things seem to be going along kind of ho-hum and you think you are OK with everything and you are content. Then WHAM, something hits you that makes you realize that yes, you truly are content. You are filled with warm fuzzies. You feel TRUE peace. Everthing seems beautiful and right with the world.
Those moments tend to be fleeting and inspired by the simpliest of things. I had one of those moments yesterday. Actually, it was two moments. And to think, it came from something as simple as the sunset.
Late in the afternoon I walked past one of the large windows in my office that faces west and saw the lovely pale pinks, purples and blues the setting sun painted on the horizon. I had to stop a moment and drink it in. Just comment to myself on the beauty of it all. That was moment #1.
It was on my way home from work that this sunset, my sense of wonder and feeling of peace intensified.
For most of the drive home, which is directly west, I looked at this absolutely amazing sunset. The colors deepening as the evening wore on. The purples and pinks darkening as the night sky began to take over. Moment #2 happened. It struck me suddenly how beautiful the world truly is and how honored I am to be a part of the universe. I felt at one with everything.
Moments like these are rare and I treasure them. I only wish I'd had a camera to capture the moment. But, I guess that would make it less special. Cheapen the meaning somehow. Maybe it is more special to wait until the next moment, whether it be a sunset or something else, rather than stare at a copy of it.
Hopefully the memories of that beautiful sunset and true peace last until the next special moment. Thank you Mother Nature for a true gift this season.
Those moments tend to be fleeting and inspired by the simpliest of things. I had one of those moments yesterday. Actually, it was two moments. And to think, it came from something as simple as the sunset.
Late in the afternoon I walked past one of the large windows in my office that faces west and saw the lovely pale pinks, purples and blues the setting sun painted on the horizon. I had to stop a moment and drink it in. Just comment to myself on the beauty of it all. That was moment #1.
It was on my way home from work that this sunset, my sense of wonder and feeling of peace intensified.
For most of the drive home, which is directly west, I looked at this absolutely amazing sunset. The colors deepening as the evening wore on. The purples and pinks darkening as the night sky began to take over. Moment #2 happened. It struck me suddenly how beautiful the world truly is and how honored I am to be a part of the universe. I felt at one with everything.
Moments like these are rare and I treasure them. I only wish I'd had a camera to capture the moment. But, I guess that would make it less special. Cheapen the meaning somehow. Maybe it is more special to wait until the next moment, whether it be a sunset or something else, rather than stare at a copy of it.
Hopefully the memories of that beautiful sunset and true peace last until the next special moment. Thank you Mother Nature for a true gift this season.
Monday, December 20, 2004
My baby is one!!
Oh my that's weird to type. I'm so used to the "months" following a number when telling people how old my son is that it is alien for me to stop at the number. That's right. Jacob is one. As of 8:21pm last night.
It is truly amazing how many things have happened in the last year but how it seems like just yesterday I was in the hospital holding him and waiting for his dad to return to the hospital after some needed sleep.
We've had a year of learning to smile, laugh, roll, sit, crawl, stand and a year of cutting teeth, trying new foods, new sounds and just pure joy. What a full year it has been.
I sat and watched Jacob as he slept in my arms last night and my heart was so full of love. It amazed me how I could love someone so much and so fully and yet still have so much more to give. It amazed me how much he has grown in the last year and what an amazing boy he has become and the potential for the amazing man he will be.
My baby boy is one and it is only the beginning. Happy 1st birthday sunshine!!
It is truly amazing how many things have happened in the last year but how it seems like just yesterday I was in the hospital holding him and waiting for his dad to return to the hospital after some needed sleep.
We've had a year of learning to smile, laugh, roll, sit, crawl, stand and a year of cutting teeth, trying new foods, new sounds and just pure joy. What a full year it has been.
I sat and watched Jacob as he slept in my arms last night and my heart was so full of love. It amazed me how I could love someone so much and so fully and yet still have so much more to give. It amazed me how much he has grown in the last year and what an amazing boy he has become and the potential for the amazing man he will be.
My baby boy is one and it is only the beginning. Happy 1st birthday sunshine!!
Monday, December 13, 2004
Ah, it's good to be back..
I've missed my blogging. That strikes me as odd since it's so new to me and I don't really feel I have anything particularly important to say. I guess maybe I miss the therapy it provides. The ability to boast on my or my son's accomplishments, a chance to vent about stupid people or the latest aggrivating thing my husband has done (or more accurately what jobs he hasn't done lately) or the chance to just ramble about what is rattling around in my brain at the moment.
Right now I'm happy. Frazzled but happy. But then again, it's that time of year isn't it? A time to be joyous because the holidays are here but a time to feel like a chicken with it's head cut off because of all the things to do! I've been on vacation this last week and wouldn't you know, with all that time off from work I still only got 1/2 of what I wanted to do, done. It amazes me how you can start with a list of "to do" items, cross them off one by one and STILL end up with a growing list of chores. Must be some weird law of something (physics, nature, the universe), who knows. At least I have several things to look forward to.
My son's first birthday and his birthday party are this weekend, I'm finally getting my hair done, I don't have to go an hour away for Christmas Eve dinner this year, Christmas is next week (OH MY GOD!!!) and I have this coming Friday off.
Of course, Friday will be used to tackle more things on that "to do" list. Ah, life goes on.
Right now I'm happy. Frazzled but happy. But then again, it's that time of year isn't it? A time to be joyous because the holidays are here but a time to feel like a chicken with it's head cut off because of all the things to do! I've been on vacation this last week and wouldn't you know, with all that time off from work I still only got 1/2 of what I wanted to do, done. It amazes me how you can start with a list of "to do" items, cross them off one by one and STILL end up with a growing list of chores. Must be some weird law of something (physics, nature, the universe), who knows. At least I have several things to look forward to.
My son's first birthday and his birthday party are this weekend, I'm finally getting my hair done, I don't have to go an hour away for Christmas Eve dinner this year, Christmas is next week (OH MY GOD!!!) and I have this coming Friday off.
Of course, Friday will be used to tackle more things on that "to do" list. Ah, life goes on.
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Where's the purple damn it!!!!
I love purple. I want purple! I see green templates and blue templates and pink templates but where's my purple!?!?!?
I like green so I guess this will do. It's my second favorite color but I miss my purple. What's wrong with purple? *sigh*
I like green so I guess this will do. It's my second favorite color but I miss my purple. What's wrong with purple? *sigh*
Woo hoo, I'm a blogger!!!
Well, I've finally caved. Yup, I'm now a blogger. Don't know what's inspired me to do this really. I don't have a real story to tell or wisdom to impart. I guess it's therapeutic and fun. A modern version of the diary or journal I loved as a kid.
I don't know how often I'll be blogging or what I'll be blogging about but that's part of the fun I guess. One day it may be a vent about my husband, another it could be a celebration of my son's milestones or yet another it could be just my random rambling (hence the title of my blog).
Here I go a blogging.....
I don't know how often I'll be blogging or what I'll be blogging about but that's part of the fun I guess. One day it may be a vent about my husband, another it could be a celebration of my son's milestones or yet another it could be just my random rambling (hence the title of my blog).
Here I go a blogging.....
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