My Monkey had surgery on Friday to put a new set of tubes in his ears and to remove his adenoids. Since his tubes have fallen out, he's had several ear infections and Chris and I are serious about stopping the antibiotic trend now. Before taking the wee one back for surgery (he really had no idea what was happening--we just told him that the doctor was going to fix his ears), they gave him some twilight medication to ease any anxiety he might have. The parents around us had concerned looks, but we weren't there yet. Nope. No, we were the parents laughing uproariously, and those of you who have heard me laugh know this is LOUD, because our kid was Funny. Funny with a capital 'F.' Being the solicitous parents we are, we even caught the goods on video for your viewing pleasure. Yes, that is my snort.
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Sunday, January 15, 2012
We are THOSE Parents. Laughing at our Kid.
I've totally neglected my bloggy-blog. This new year has started at a run, to say the least.
My Monkey had surgery on Friday to put a new set of tubes in his ears and to remove his adenoids. Since his tubes have fallen out, he's had several ear infections and Chris and I are serious about stopping the antibiotic trend now. Before taking the wee one back for surgery (he really had no idea what was happening--we just told him that the doctor was going to fix his ears), they gave him some twilight medication to ease any anxiety he might have. The parents around us had concerned looks, but we weren't there yet. Nope. No, we were the parents laughing uproariously, and those of you who have heard me laugh know this is LOUD, because our kid was Funny. Funny with a capital 'F.' Being the solicitous parents we are, we even caught the goods on video for your viewing pleasure. Yes, that is my snort.
My Monkey had surgery on Friday to put a new set of tubes in his ears and to remove his adenoids. Since his tubes have fallen out, he's had several ear infections and Chris and I are serious about stopping the antibiotic trend now. Before taking the wee one back for surgery (he really had no idea what was happening--we just told him that the doctor was going to fix his ears), they gave him some twilight medication to ease any anxiety he might have. The parents around us had concerned looks, but we weren't there yet. Nope. No, we were the parents laughing uproariously, and those of you who have heard me laugh know this is LOUD, because our kid was Funny. Funny with a capital 'F.' Being the solicitous parents we are, we even caught the goods on video for your viewing pleasure. Yes, that is my snort.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Stoopid Desperation.
Remember when I told you about the coolest friend in the history of ever and how lucky I am to have her? Yep. This one. Sometimes it feels like the proverbial gods are conspiring against us seeing each other--various trips, my job, sickness of the kiddies, sickness of the kiddies and sickness in the kiddies have derailed our plans of late. When this happens, we get desperate. Desperate to see each other. This leads to foolish decisions.
What kind of foolish decisions could two moms in their mid-thirties make? A night of drunkenness? Nope. Driving recklessly? No. Spending ridiculous amounts of money on shopping sprees? Guess again.
Our foolishness was based in the decision that we thought it would be great to put 5 kids under the age of 6 together for some fun. One of my favorite authors in the history of ever, Laurie Notaro, once told a tale in which she awoke with the word "stoopid" written on her forehead. To my memory, the word stoopid is reserved for acts beyond mere stupidity.
Our kids had fun. We got to talk, in between wails of frustration and repeated asking for "Aunt Steph, come to my woom," and we had delish order-in Asian food. We even got a couple of passably cute snapshots in between head bumps, cheek pinches, tantrums and squeals of laughter.
Abby loves to mommy the baby.
Addison is finally convinced Brook-brook isn't a babydoll. She even likes her a little. . .as long as Mommy isn't holding her.
The boys finally have something in common--a love for "Cars."
Sometimes STOOPID is totally.worth.it.
What kind of foolish decisions could two moms in their mid-thirties make? A night of drunkenness? Nope. Driving recklessly? No. Spending ridiculous amounts of money on shopping sprees? Guess again.
Our foolishness was based in the decision that we thought it would be great to put 5 kids under the age of 6 together for some fun. One of my favorite authors in the history of ever, Laurie Notaro, once told a tale in which she awoke with the word "stoopid" written on her forehead. To my memory, the word stoopid is reserved for acts beyond mere stupidity.
Our kids had fun. We got to talk, in between wails of frustration and repeated asking for "Aunt Steph, come to my woom," and we had delish order-in Asian food. We even got a couple of passably cute snapshots in between head bumps, cheek pinches, tantrums and squeals of laughter.
Abby loves to mommy the baby.
The boys finally have something in common--a love for "Cars."
Sometimes STOOPID is totally.worth.it.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Redeeming Myself. . .
I need to redeem myself a bit. Turns out that when you link a blog post on Facebook your husband who never reads your blog will then read the post. Then your husband might feel you've said that he's inept. Le sigh. I'm not saying this happened at my house, per se, but just in case. . . Let me list some things that are obvious about my husband:
1. My husband cooks. A lot. And it's even good stuff.
2. If I wake him up, he willingly changes a diaper and rocks the baby girl.
3. On mornings we are both home, he always lets me sleep. Not sure if this is self-preservation or just kindness.
4. He makes me cocktails. Anytime I ask.
5. When I ask, "Honey, would you . . .?" The answer is almost always yes, even if a sigh accompanies it.
6. I'm controlling. He still loves me.
7. I'm bossy. He still loves me.
8. I'm lazy. He still loves me.
9. Two words: grocery shopping.
10. No complaints about girl's night. I need way more away-time than he does, but he gets it and let's me do my thing. He's also never complained about the passel of girlfriends that came with our marriage. He even genuinely likes them an appreciates their relationships with me and how they love our children.
11. He always tells me I'm pretty, even when it's clearly a lie.
12. He once told me my gray hair looked like "blond highlights" to him. He was serious. . . at least I think so.
13. Did I mention I'm bossy and controlling? Yeah, those are pretty big things.
14. He's been known to bring me flowers 'just because.'
15. He's a loving, hands-on, thoughtful, consistent father to our chitlins.
1. My husband cooks. A lot. And it's even good stuff.
2. If I wake him up, he willingly changes a diaper and rocks the baby girl.
3. On mornings we are both home, he always lets me sleep. Not sure if this is self-preservation or just kindness.
4. He makes me cocktails. Anytime I ask.
5. When I ask, "Honey, would you . . .?" The answer is almost always yes, even if a sigh accompanies it.
6. I'm controlling. He still loves me.
7. I'm bossy. He still loves me.
8. I'm lazy. He still loves me.
9. Two words: grocery shopping.
10. No complaints about girl's night. I need way more away-time than he does, but he gets it and let's me do my thing. He's also never complained about the passel of girlfriends that came with our marriage. He even genuinely likes them an appreciates their relationships with me and how they love our children.
11. He always tells me I'm pretty, even when it's clearly a lie.
12. He once told me my gray hair looked like "blond highlights" to him. He was serious. . . at least I think so.
13. Did I mention I'm bossy and controlling? Yeah, those are pretty big things.
14. He's been known to bring me flowers 'just because.'
15. He's a loving, hands-on, thoughtful, consistent father to our chitlins.
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