My Disneyland pictures and posts are coming, but in the meantime I am questioning whether my child has gone insane or if he is just reached the edge of reason because he is exhausted.
Let me explain. He is watching Ice Age. I am at the computer. Suddenly Owen yells over, "Mommy, I want a baby like that." Me: "What baby?" "That baby, I love him". "Well, mommy will have a baby soon and you can have that one". "I don't want that one, I want this one on Ice Age cause I love him so much." Then the conversation turns nutty (as if it wasn't already).
O (as he starts shedding real tears): "Mommy, I really want a baby like that cause I love him so much and he is so cute."
J: "Owen, I really don't know where we can buy that baby."
O: "Then we will just steal him."
J: "I don't even know where to go."
O: "You go to the tv and to Ice Age and get him"
J: "I don't know where Ice Age is and I don't think he is available"
O (real tears and panic sounding voice): "Mom, you just look at the map and it shows you where to go and we need to go and just get him"
(We used a lot of maps in Disneyland and Sea World).
I thought we were done with the conversation, but alas, I just heard a desperate cry...
O: "Mom, I want him!! Mommy, look him up on the computer so we know where to buy him!!!!"
He is now sitting on my lap crying, tears down his cheeks. And now as quick as he appeared on my lap, he is back to the tv saying repeatedly as he cries, "Mommy, I want him. Mommy I want him. Mommy I want him".
My conclusion: A week of vacationing + coming back to a full day with a sick and tired mom + 2 days of no nap = slightly crazy child.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
We are here!
Vacation time!! We are here. Disneyland time with Greg's family.
Day 1.
We finished packing this morning and left for the airport. I had a list of things to bring and I was reading it. Owen knew what the list said and grabbed a pen and said he wanted to make his own list. He said, "Ok, mom, I am making a list of the things we need: owl, clothes, airplane, airport, mommy and daddy." He is so practical. I should take packing lessons from him, bring the things that matter.
Snacks and bags and lunch - we were off to the airport. I only forgot my red umbrella stroller. We made our way to the airport and met up with Kati and Ryan. The plane ride was easy. No sickness and throwing up by Owen (or me for that matter). The man in front of me complimented me on my mothering skills. He said it was refreshing to see our interaction. That was nice to hear.
The plane landed without incident and we were off for the rental car. Picked up the car, turned on Greg's beloved navigation system on his phone and we were off to Target for a new stroller and some water. Found Target, bought more things than we went in for (milk, cereal, bowls, spoons, and a milky way for me). Back to the car to find hotel. We find hotel and other family members and now we are settled. Owen loves the hotel. We have two beds, Owen promptly ordered Greg to his own bed and himself and me in the other. I think we are all happy. More room for Owen and I and Greg won't be kicked in the ribs all night. This will work.
Tomorrow is Disneyland. Friday is California Adventure. Saturday is Sea World. Sunday is beach day. Monday is back to home. Hooray for a vacation to Disneyland.
Day 1.
We finished packing this morning and left for the airport. I had a list of things to bring and I was reading it. Owen knew what the list said and grabbed a pen and said he wanted to make his own list. He said, "Ok, mom, I am making a list of the things we need: owl, clothes, airplane, airport, mommy and daddy." He is so practical. I should take packing lessons from him, bring the things that matter.
Snacks and bags and lunch - we were off to the airport. I only forgot my red umbrella stroller. We made our way to the airport and met up with Kati and Ryan. The plane ride was easy. No sickness and throwing up by Owen (or me for that matter). The man in front of me complimented me on my mothering skills. He said it was refreshing to see our interaction. That was nice to hear.
The plane landed without incident and we were off for the rental car. Picked up the car, turned on Greg's beloved navigation system on his phone and we were off to Target for a new stroller and some water. Found Target, bought more things than we went in for (milk, cereal, bowls, spoons, and a milky way for me). Back to the car to find hotel. We find hotel and other family members and now we are settled. Owen loves the hotel. We have two beds, Owen promptly ordered Greg to his own bed and himself and me in the other. I think we are all happy. More room for Owen and I and Greg won't be kicked in the ribs all night. This will work.
Tomorrow is Disneyland. Friday is California Adventure. Saturday is Sea World. Sunday is beach day. Monday is back to home. Hooray for a vacation to Disneyland.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Magic and a Lesson Learned
1. Magic.
I was laying in bed with Owen the other night and he asked, "Mommy, how does the baby get out?". Panic set in. What am I going to say? I am not ready for this! Is it appropriate to tell him that it is magic? I said the only thing I could think of.....
"Did you know that tomorrow is music class? I wonder what songs will we sing.".
"Maybe we will see the song about Rover."
Ahhhh!! Disaster averted. (for now)
2. Lesson Learned.
Owen saw an overweight person the other day. I watched him watch her and felt the words coming. "She is big mommy". I was able to snatch him up and muffle the words a bit. I didn't want him to feel bad about what he said so I just said quickly that we shouldn't say things like that because people may feel bad. Later, after we got home, I explained to him that it is ok to think things, but that sometimes it is best if we just keep them in our head and not say anything or if he wants to tell mommy softly, that is fine too. I explained that it may make people feel sad if they hear things like that and we don't want to hurt people's feelings.
So here is proof that he was paying attention...I think.
I was getting dressed the other day and Owen looked over at me. He had an odd look on his face then with a satisfied expression, he turned and said, I probably shouldn't say what I am thinking, and carried on with his task.
Luckily at this point in my life I didn't mind. I do look different and my tummy is getting bigger.
(Hopefully his thoughts were directed there and not elsewhere. )
Friday, January 30, 2009
And the results are in..
Owen will have a SISTER. Everything looked great, the baby measured right where she (that still sounds weird to me) should be. The due date is the same, July 1.
I must admit, I am feeling a little apprehensive to have a girl. Actually, I am feeling the same feelings that I felt when they said Owen was a boy, now it is just opposite. There is also a part of me that is feeling a little scared, wondering how could I possibly love a second baby as much as Owen. I have heard the stories... your love multiplies. I believe it. I don't think I know many people that actually love one of their children more than another, except my mother who may put Emilee at the front. HA HA HA HA - JUST KIDDING MOM.
I know these thoughts are irrational and crazy, just pre-2nd baby jitters. Actually, even more than the fact that I know I am nuts.....I also know in my heart the baby will fit right it and I will instantly wonder how we ever lived without her.
I must admit, I am feeling a little apprehensive to have a girl. Actually, I am feeling the same feelings that I felt when they said Owen was a boy, now it is just opposite. There is also a part of me that is feeling a little scared, wondering how could I possibly love a second baby as much as Owen. I have heard the stories... your love multiplies. I believe it. I don't think I know many people that actually love one of their children more than another, except my mother who may put Emilee at the front. HA HA HA HA - JUST KIDDING MOM.
I know these thoughts are irrational and crazy, just pre-2nd baby jitters. Actually, even more than the fact that I know I am nuts.....I also know in my heart the baby will fit right it and I will instantly wonder how we ever lived without her.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
How can I sleep at a time like this?
No, my lack of ability to sleep is not the result of my pending ultrasound tomorrow. No, it is not the hours and hours of work I have to do. It is not even the horrible pain in my elbow that makes me question whether the pins holding it together have ceased to work.
The cause of my growing anxiety is the fact that OWL's EYE FELL OUT. Owen threw Owl off a very high ledge tonight - just something to do when you are three. He hit the hard floor and pop, the eye broke from its hinges and fell out. We were ready for bed and snuggled together when I glanced down at owl. It was at that time I almost stopped breathing. I screamed "OH NO". Owen looked down and came close to hyperventilating. He started crying. I grabbed the little guy (owl, not Owen) and raced him upstairs to locate the missing eye. There it was lying on the ground. I took the half blind owl and after studying how to repair the eye, I reluctantly used gorilla glue to fasten the poor thing back in.
We returned to a wet faced child - owl was as good as new, or as good as I could make him. We snuggled back together with the smell of gorilla glue lingering in the air as we prepared to drift off to sleep. Owen looked at his little friend and in such a soft tender voice, he said, "I am sorry owl".
He looked at me and said, "We will have to get a new eye." I expected that he would say he wanted to get a new owl. He doesn't want a new owl. He has a spare upstairs - the one he bought my dad for Christmas. He wants his owl. I want his owl.
I looked up how to fix an eye on a stuffed animal. I ran across a webpage I won't be returning to which said something along the lines of this... take the stuffed animal, unstitch the back, remove the stuffing, put the eye in and attach, sew back up. I almost stopped breathing when I saw our little friend with ONE eye, can you imagine, me, cutting him open, performing brain surgery. I just can't do it. He is one of us.
So....I looked up and emailed the only option. Teddy Bear Hospital. I think the minimum price is $65.00. (a new owl cost $14.00). I will await their response and in the meantime pray that the glued eye stays in until I have a solution to this utmost problem of all problems.
The cause of my growing anxiety is the fact that OWL's EYE FELL OUT. Owen threw Owl off a very high ledge tonight - just something to do when you are three. He hit the hard floor and pop, the eye broke from its hinges and fell out. We were ready for bed and snuggled together when I glanced down at owl. It was at that time I almost stopped breathing. I screamed "OH NO". Owen looked down and came close to hyperventilating. He started crying. I grabbed the little guy (owl, not Owen) and raced him upstairs to locate the missing eye. There it was lying on the ground. I took the half blind owl and after studying how to repair the eye, I reluctantly used gorilla glue to fasten the poor thing back in.
We returned to a wet faced child - owl was as good as new, or as good as I could make him. We snuggled back together with the smell of gorilla glue lingering in the air as we prepared to drift off to sleep. Owen looked at his little friend and in such a soft tender voice, he said, "I am sorry owl".
He looked at me and said, "We will have to get a new eye." I expected that he would say he wanted to get a new owl. He doesn't want a new owl. He has a spare upstairs - the one he bought my dad for Christmas. He wants his owl. I want his owl.
I looked up how to fix an eye on a stuffed animal. I ran across a webpage I won't be returning to which said something along the lines of this... take the stuffed animal, unstitch the back, remove the stuffing, put the eye in and attach, sew back up. I almost stopped breathing when I saw our little friend with ONE eye, can you imagine, me, cutting him open, performing brain surgery. I just can't do it. He is one of us.
So....I looked up and emailed the only option. Teddy Bear Hospital. I think the minimum price is $65.00. (a new owl cost $14.00). I will await their response and in the meantime pray that the glued eye stays in until I have a solution to this utmost problem of all problems.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
The Constant in My Life
When life gets stressful and I don't know what to expect next, there is one thing I can count on..... the white owl.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Too Much to Do
I am up against some horrible deadlines. I have 2 hours and 14 minutes to finish more work than I can possibly get done. I am sitting here trying to work and this is the conversation going on next to me....
O: "Daddy, I want to climb in your shirt!"
Greg: "I don't want you to climb in my shirt"
O: "Yes!! I want to climb in your shirt and then you will say, Mommy, help me there is a baby in my tummy"
Greg: "No, I don't want to do that"
O: "But we are best friends and best friends like to have me climb in their shirt"
Nothing Greg can do to stop it, Owen climbs in his shirt.
Greg: "Mommy, look at this baby in my tummy, oh, now he is coming out"
O: "Mommy, say "Ohhh, a baby""
Jen: "Ohhhh, a baby, how cute"
Owen climbs back in the shirt and who knows what goes on in there and I really don't want to know, but Greg says he is now uncomfortable and they are done.
O: "Please daddy, just let me get back in your shirt, I won't touch your thing, I won't touch your thing inside your shirt".
Oh heavens, my child is weird.
Now I have 2 hours and 7 minutes to finish too much work.
O: "Daddy, I want to climb in your shirt!"
Greg: "I don't want you to climb in my shirt"
O: "Yes!! I want to climb in your shirt and then you will say, Mommy, help me there is a baby in my tummy"
Greg: "No, I don't want to do that"
O: "But we are best friends and best friends like to have me climb in their shirt"
Nothing Greg can do to stop it, Owen climbs in his shirt.
Greg: "Mommy, look at this baby in my tummy, oh, now he is coming out"
O: "Mommy, say "Ohhh, a baby""
Jen: "Ohhhh, a baby, how cute"
Owen climbs back in the shirt and who knows what goes on in there and I really don't want to know, but Greg says he is now uncomfortable and they are done.
O: "Please daddy, just let me get back in your shirt, I won't touch your thing, I won't touch your thing inside your shirt".
Oh heavens, my child is weird.
Now I have 2 hours and 7 minutes to finish too much work.
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