Same kid, new story. This is one I'm hanging onto in order to have ammo for embarassing my son in front of future girlfriends, football buddies, whatever.
This past Saturday, Uncle Kevin and I took the boys out for a fun afternoon of dining and shopping, returning in time for afternoon naps. The day started out a bit chilly, so the boys had donned cargo pants, long sleeved t-shirts and hoodies. But by the time we returned home, it was a bit warmer, so the hoodies were no longer needed. And for nap time, after clean diapers were being sported, neither were the pants. Or so we thought...
Fast forward a few hours to wake-up time. Nana and Grandpa had arrived and were happy to take over wake-up duty while I was getting dinner ready. I started to think that the wake up was taking a little longer than usual, but hey - they may have been a bit out of practice trying to re-diaper a squiggly wiggly kid. Then I heard some rumblings and maybe a little giggling as the crew returned downstairs. As they came to the bottom of the stairs, Nana said "We'll let Mike tell you the story." So here it is (paraphrased) -
Upon entering the bedroom, they were greeted by a smiling William, standing up, perhaps jumping up and down, in his crib. Pantsless (oh wait, you know that part already). Diaperless.
Said soiled (the messy kind) diaper had been strewn from the crib and had landed on the carpet (ick side up, I presume by the fact that my carpet is not stained). However, crib sheet and blanket were not so lucky. Additionally, it appears that William took joy in being as free as a bird, and wanted the world to know he is truly a boy. So he used this opportunity to (presumably while standing) pee all over his crib bumper. Awesome.
Two lessons learned from this mess:
1. whenever your kid is going to let loose, you better hope that Nana and Grandpa are the ones to catch it. (they stripped off all the offensive linens and got them washed before I even had to step foot in the scene of the crime. my only regret is that I don't have pictures to use for future bribery)
2. never let Uncle Kevin put the diaper on the kid right before a nap.
Potty training with this kid will either be easy as pie or the roughest experience of my life. Thankfully, so far Michael has not developed any potty obsessions...but I'm sure that's just a matter of time.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Bathroom humor
For this post, I must paint you a little picture - William is almost one. He's been standing for a few months now. In our family room, along the fireplace, we have a toy basket and a jumperoo. But it's possible to get between them and pull up along the fireplace. On the hearth, we have two baskets - one full of diapers and wipes, one full of bibs. (aside - one of William's favorite activities is to pull the bibs out one by one until they are all over the family room floor).
Lately, we've noticed that once or twice a day, William will crawl over to the fireplace, climb up and just stand quietly for a minute or two before crawling back into the middle of the room to play. Each time he returns to the middle of the room, he has a full stinky diaper. I have heard of kids doing this when potty training, but I guess I didn't realize it'd happen this fast.
Well, yesterday, while playing with Nonnie Connie and Nanny Nicole, William went over to his "potty" to do his thing. When he was finished, rather than just returning to play, he dug into one of the baskets and "walked" over to Nicole with a clean diaper to hand her. What a brilliant child!
Lately, we've noticed that once or twice a day, William will crawl over to the fireplace, climb up and just stand quietly for a minute or two before crawling back into the middle of the room to play. Each time he returns to the middle of the room, he has a full stinky diaper. I have heard of kids doing this when potty training, but I guess I didn't realize it'd happen this fast.
Well, yesterday, while playing with Nonnie Connie and Nanny Nicole, William went over to his "potty" to do his thing. When he was finished, rather than just returning to play, he dug into one of the baskets and "walked" over to Nicole with a clean diaper to hand her. What a brilliant child!
Thursday, March 5, 2009
some random things at 11 months
There are times when I wish we were on one of those TV reality shows like Jon and Kate + Eight - not for the intrusiveness of having our lives (and my messy house) paraded around America. But...at least then I'd be able to chronicle all the fantastic things that happen around here. Well, while I'm waiting for us to be discovered, here are a few random ramblings of little snippets of our life:
Monday morning, William was still sleeping (for about 60 more seconds), so Michael on the changing table, had my undivided attention. He greeted me with a huge smile and a high-pitched "mama!" I was thrilled to think that he finally has put name to face, so I responded "Did you just say 'mama'?!" with a big smile in encouragement. He winked (I swear it) and said "Dadadada".
As I've frequently written or commented, William seems to be my more independent child, the explorer. To this point, the only time he's welcomed a snuggle has been following a stumble (or back when I had him swaddled so tightly he couldn't escape). This past week, I do believe he has developed a little bit of jealousy when he sees Michael tuck in for his daily snuggle with mom. A few times now, during our afternoon playtime, he has crawled over to me, climbed up on my lap and just put his arms around my neck. Before you start thinking he's grown 'soft', rest assured - these new snuggles only last long enough for him to pull my hair, or knock me in the eye with whatever block, ring or ball is firmly gripped in his hand.
The circus just isn't the same as I remember. Although to be honest, what I more remember about the circus has to do with the structure of the Brown County Arena hosting the circus. Today, a small group from the circus did a free demonstration at the Boys & Girls club down the street. It was free, and we were facing a 3 hour awake stretch before bedtime, so I was anxious for an outing. however, it was lame. Well maybe not to the 8 kids that got to hold the 200lb albino monster snake, but... I must remember this when the boys are older and want to go to the full-blown, overpriced circus. We will go to the zoo instead.
And finally, a glimpse at my children for once not behaving perfectly. This morning, we were on an extended outting following physical therapy. We stopped at a bookstore to hopefully browse the childrens book section to find gifts for upcoming births and birthdays. Upon arrival in the kids section, both of the boys instantly launched into the loudest melt-down I've experienced in public. Michael was able to calm himself once he relocated his thumb. William was working so hard to get out of his infant seat, that I finally unhooked him and slung him onto my hip. that worked for a little while until he started feeling a bit warm...and I realized he had peed all down the side of my shirt (well, leaked). The thing that was not awesome is that I hadn't found the gifts yet, and I really needed them today. So we hustled into the bathroom, did a quick change (emerging pantless - William, not me) and I quickly found what I needed. I will give HUGE thanks to Jeff (or maybe John?) the store employee who noticed me struggling to the front of the store with the huge stroller and the pile of books - with the boys' fussy state, there was no way I was piling the books into their seats with them. He carried the books up to the front and then entertained the boys with silly faces and sounds until I was done checking out.
good people still do exist - I just hope they get to keep their jobs...I need them out there to carry the books, open the doors, smile when I can't get a smile out of the boys, etc....
Monday morning, William was still sleeping (for about 60 more seconds), so Michael on the changing table, had my undivided attention. He greeted me with a huge smile and a high-pitched "mama!" I was thrilled to think that he finally has put name to face, so I responded "Did you just say 'mama'?!" with a big smile in encouragement. He winked (I swear it) and said "Dadadada".
As I've frequently written or commented, William seems to be my more independent child, the explorer. To this point, the only time he's welcomed a snuggle has been following a stumble (or back when I had him swaddled so tightly he couldn't escape). This past week, I do believe he has developed a little bit of jealousy when he sees Michael tuck in for his daily snuggle with mom. A few times now, during our afternoon playtime, he has crawled over to me, climbed up on my lap and just put his arms around my neck. Before you start thinking he's grown 'soft', rest assured - these new snuggles only last long enough for him to pull my hair, or knock me in the eye with whatever block, ring or ball is firmly gripped in his hand.
The circus just isn't the same as I remember. Although to be honest, what I more remember about the circus has to do with the structure of the Brown County Arena hosting the circus. Today, a small group from the circus did a free demonstration at the Boys & Girls club down the street. It was free, and we were facing a 3 hour awake stretch before bedtime, so I was anxious for an outing. however, it was lame. Well maybe not to the 8 kids that got to hold the 200lb albino monster snake, but... I must remember this when the boys are older and want to go to the full-blown, overpriced circus. We will go to the zoo instead.
And finally, a glimpse at my children for once not behaving perfectly. This morning, we were on an extended outting following physical therapy. We stopped at a bookstore to hopefully browse the childrens book section to find gifts for upcoming births and birthdays. Upon arrival in the kids section, both of the boys instantly launched into the loudest melt-down I've experienced in public. Michael was able to calm himself once he relocated his thumb. William was working so hard to get out of his infant seat, that I finally unhooked him and slung him onto my hip. that worked for a little while until he started feeling a bit warm...and I realized he had peed all down the side of my shirt (well, leaked). The thing that was not awesome is that I hadn't found the gifts yet, and I really needed them today. So we hustled into the bathroom, did a quick change (emerging pantless - William, not me) and I quickly found what I needed. I will give HUGE thanks to Jeff (or maybe John?) the store employee who noticed me struggling to the front of the store with the huge stroller and the pile of books - with the boys' fussy state, there was no way I was piling the books into their seats with them. He carried the books up to the front and then entertained the boys with silly faces and sounds until I was done checking out.
good people still do exist - I just hope they get to keep their jobs...I need them out there to carry the books, open the doors, smile when I can't get a smile out of the boys, etc....
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Trading...the early years
I spent this morning in a time warp. A really big one. In case there is any question about how early (really early) trading happened, thanks to my sons, I now know.
Picture this - two cavemen are wandering out in a field (too dark in their cave for you to really see this picture). One caveman, we'll call him William, is carrying a branch. The other caveman, we'll call him Michael, is carrying a stone. As an observer, it's obvious to you that William is only carrying the branch because someone probably put it in his hand. He's enjoying it, but he's not overly committed to it. Michael, on the other hand, loves his stone. He's tossing it back and forth between his hands. He tries taking a bite out of it to see if it tastes good. He throws it along the ground and then lumbers after it. However, you also notice that the stone seems a bit too heavy for Michael to hold it securely.
About halfway through the field, the two cavemen bump into one another. William sees Michael's stone and grunts. Since you, the reader, may not be fluent in caveman-ese, allow me to translate. "Oh wow, oh wow. A stone. I want to play with a stone." So William drops his branch on the ground and takes the stone away from Michael (who didn't have a good grip on it in the first place, therefore it's not really stealing). Michael looks at William and grunts "oh bummer, I was really enjoying that stone. However, I am a bit too lazy to fight you for it, so I'm just going to take your branch." So you see, a trade has been made.
Now lest you think I am really letting my sons play with stones and branches, do not worry - not in the house. This morning's trades were between a toy mirror and a stacking ring. And the back and forth went on for an hour. I am also happy to tell you that Michael initiated a few of the trades. He is getting sneaky - he notices when William's attention is waning and grip loosening and then he makes his move. What I will also tell you is that in our toy box, we have ten stacking rings. I don't know what made this one so special. Perhaps the bright yellowness of it.
And finally, in case anyone in the outside world ever reads this, or for any other mommies who want some good toddler insight, I didn't create this idea of the cavemen myself. I am currently reading Happiest Toddler on the Block and this is Dr. Karp's concept. (Although in my reading he hasn't applied it to toy trades quite yet. Maybe he'll pick that up in his next book and give me some recongition. Or a few $$s.) And it's totally true. Next time you're around a toddler, pretend he's a caveman...you'll find you've entered into the same timewarp.
Picture this - two cavemen are wandering out in a field (too dark in their cave for you to really see this picture). One caveman, we'll call him William, is carrying a branch. The other caveman, we'll call him Michael, is carrying a stone. As an observer, it's obvious to you that William is only carrying the branch because someone probably put it in his hand. He's enjoying it, but he's not overly committed to it. Michael, on the other hand, loves his stone. He's tossing it back and forth between his hands. He tries taking a bite out of it to see if it tastes good. He throws it along the ground and then lumbers after it. However, you also notice that the stone seems a bit too heavy for Michael to hold it securely.
About halfway through the field, the two cavemen bump into one another. William sees Michael's stone and grunts. Since you, the reader, may not be fluent in caveman-ese, allow me to translate. "Oh wow, oh wow. A stone. I want to play with a stone." So William drops his branch on the ground and takes the stone away from Michael (who didn't have a good grip on it in the first place, therefore it's not really stealing). Michael looks at William and grunts "oh bummer, I was really enjoying that stone. However, I am a bit too lazy to fight you for it, so I'm just going to take your branch." So you see, a trade has been made.
Now lest you think I am really letting my sons play with stones and branches, do not worry - not in the house. This morning's trades were between a toy mirror and a stacking ring. And the back and forth went on for an hour. I am also happy to tell you that Michael initiated a few of the trades. He is getting sneaky - he notices when William's attention is waning and grip loosening and then he makes his move. What I will also tell you is that in our toy box, we have ten stacking rings. I don't know what made this one so special. Perhaps the bright yellowness of it.
And finally, in case anyone in the outside world ever reads this, or for any other mommies who want some good toddler insight, I didn't create this idea of the cavemen myself. I am currently reading Happiest Toddler on the Block and this is Dr. Karp's concept. (Although in my reading he hasn't applied it to toy trades quite yet. Maybe he'll pick that up in his next book and give me some recongition. Or a few $$s.) And it's totally true. Next time you're around a toddler, pretend he's a caveman...you'll find you've entered into the same timewarp.
Monday, January 26, 2009
not-so-perfect weekend
There apparently is a motherhood right of passage that I've just completed. The first hospital visit. This past week, 9 1/2 month old Michael contracted a rather unpleasant respiratory virus. After struggling on Thursday and Friday morning, we decided it was time to see the doctor. Our wonderful pediatrican did some tests and some treatments, but her intervention wasn't quite enough for our little guy, so off to the ER at Children's Hospital we went.
Before I get into lessons learned, let me assure you that Michael is now fine. He was the darling of the hospital. The doctors called him a 'happy wheezer', and he developed a reputation amongst the nurses and doctors as "the baby who always greets you with a smile when you enter his room".
Now a hospital pro, here is what I learned:
1. If you have to go to the ER on a Friday, arrive close to or before 5:00pm. We got there at 5:00 and were admitted immediately. (didn't hurt that our ped had called ahead and we had some oxygen issues) By about 6:00, the wait was +30 minutes and by 8:00, they were sending patients to other hospitals.
2. When you are leaving the house to go to the doctor for what you think could be a hospitalize-able illness, pack your big diaper bag, not your cute little one. And pack yourself a snack. And a bottle of water. And a sweater. And a pair of clean underwear wouldn't hurt. And a toy and a book for baby.
3. Hospital chairs are really uncomfortable. Ok, I have no advice here. Just stating fact.
4. This one kills me - the only food at the SD Children's Hospital is a McDonalds and a cafeteria (which according to my pediatrician is about the same as McDonalds). Ummm...childhood obesity is a raging problem in our society and the only food I can get is a quarter pounder. Oh yes, there are apple dippers - not even a half an apple, and a thing of carmel sauce made with high fructose corn syrup. Super healthy.
5. Make friends with all the staff. The more they like you, the more attention you get. While we were in the ER, our bed was right near the nurse's station where the attending physician was sitting. She and I had a little chit-chat, I empathized with her long shifts, blah blah blah, and before I knew it, I heard her begging with someone 'upstairs' to give us the last bed that would be available that night.
6. It probably is going to kill our insurance, but if you can get admitted, the rooms and beds are ever so slightly more comfortable. At least there was no longer a plastic chair. And (this is a big deal if you have a baby who is wiggly) they have cribs instead of beds.
7. Always keep your cell phone charged. Apparently it is no longer true that cell phones are prohibited. I was able to send updates to family and "please bring me..." lists to Larry with a few clicks of my thumbs. (my phone charger was the 1st thing on my 1st "please bring me" list)
8. Try to stay positive and confident. Trust your maternal instincts. If something doesn't seem right, question it and stick to your guns. But try to be specific and calm. And it helps to understand that sometimes the treatment looks worse than the illness. This is a tough one, but as a parent, you have to just suck it up. Ok...bad pun since the treatment we had to suffer through was the tubes down Michael's nose and throat sucking up all the snot in his lungs.
9. Once you are home from the hospital, you will be exhausted, both mentally and physically. Try to arrange for some quiet family-only time to recharge.
10. I don't know that I have a #10, but it just seems like there should be a #10. So one last thought - if you get admitted "upstairs" just hope that your kid and the other one sharing the room are in diapers. Then you get to use the in-room bathroom. If not, you have to hike out to the 'public' bathroom whenever you need to 'go'.
Ok, one more
11. It's tough for Dad too. They may handle the crisis different than we moms do, but it's still tough for them. Flipping out at them is probably not a good idea. And if you really need them to just hug you while you cry a little, you may need to ask them. They may be too busy trying to hide their feelings to realize that you're about to lose it.
So now it's time to kiss my boys and say a prayer or a chant or a spell or whatever of thanks that Michael made it through this ordeal and that William seems to have escaped the ick. And hug my husband. And maybe even still cry a little. At least until morning when I get to see "the baby who always greets you with a smile when you enter his room."
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Thanksgiving reflections
I started 2008 with the following message to my family:
"I try to stay away from New Years Resolutions, but each year I pick one aspect of my life as my main focus for improvement. Call it a theme for the year. For instance, one year after we were married, I found that I was neglecting some friendships, so that year, my theme was friendship. As I look back in the few years I've done this, I find that my past focus "areas" are now just part of my daily life, with each year building upon the previous. So this year, I will be focusing on being happy with the life that is happening to me now. And my new year's wish to each of you is that you will find happiness in every minute!"
This theme was inspired by a quote by Earl Nightingale "Learn to enjoy every minute of your life. Be happy now. Don't wait for something outside of yourself to make you happy in the future. Think how really precious is the time you have to spend, whether it's at work or with your family. Every minute should be enjoyed and savored."
Now, as we roll into December and I start thinking about my theme for 2009, I want to take a little time to reflect on 2008's theme - have I stayed focused on being happy with the now?
I think human nature, or at least our society, makes this one a bit difficult. We are almost programmed to be seeking out the next challenge, the next goal. I know that I am extremely goal-oriented. If the trainer at the gym tells me to do 8 reps, I struggle with #7 and #8. But if she tells me to do 15, I power through #7 and #8, with the struggle hitting around #14. As I work through a project (which Larry knows may or may not ever get finished), my mind is often occupied with what the next project will be (which you may see is part of the '09 theme...).
But this year, I have really taken time to absorb each moment. Whether it was the moment Larry & I first held our precious boys after their birth (I thought this was the happiest moment of my life...how fortunate I am that the happiness keeps on coming with these two wonderful babies), or watching Nan - my 95 year old grandma - crawling around on the floor playing with William and Michael - this year, I have taken time to really think about each of these moments. I allow myself to enjoy them while they happen, allow them to imprint into my memories, and know that I will carry these events and moments with me forever.
Since I have hopes that I will be a famous writer some day and that the world will read this blog to find out more about the "true Tina", it's important that I include some other happinesses that I will remember from this year, some that are not 100% focused on my dear children (for those that know me, I could write for days on the boys...and they are typically the full focus of my posts. So to my mother, sorry that this one isn't all about your grandsons...)
I have the honor of being chosen as the Junior League of San Diego president for the 2009-2010 year. That means that this year as the president-elect, I attend training conferences throughout the country. I love to solo-travel - arrive at the airport, get checked in and through security, grab my venti non-fat latte and a trashy novel and alternate between the pages of the book and watching the people around me. And I love traveling to new places and getting a little feel for a new part of the country. So a conference in San Antonio and one in Kansas City this year have fulfilled that travel bug. It was also a true joy to spend time in KC with my cousin Jill and her wonderful family. One of the highlights of the trip was helping the kids with their homework and then watching Hanna Montana on the little kitchen TV with the 3 kids. And I'd be leaving something major out if I didn't mention the great friends I'm making at these conferences - amazing women from throughout the country with the same passion for their communities as I have here in San Diego.
And this may sound a little weird, but perhaps emphasizes the importance of finding happiness in routine events. One of the other major happy moments of this year was when my employer told me that they didn't have a position open for me upon the completion of my maternity leave. I'm not sure my heart was in returning to work, leaving my kids with a child-care provider all week long. But the part of me that had invested 16 years of my life educating myself and then developing a career and reputation in the insurance industry was a little torn. The opportunity that this lay-off presented me has been valuable by giving me some time to develop a "me" outside of the formal workplace, but beyond "just" as a mom.
Oh yes, there are certainly days that happiness in the 'now' eludes me. Larry & I have had some rough times this year in both of our families, including a very scary situation with Larry's dad's health shortly after the boys were born, and losing my Uncle Jack this fall after a long fight with leukemia. These events have served to reinforce the statement made by Mr. Nightingale "Every minute should be enjoyed and savored."
So as 2008 wraps up, my hope for the future is that I will continue living in the happiness of each moment, being happy with the now, not just hoping that the happy will come in the future. I fear that my 2009 theme will not be as 'deep' as the theme for this year. I plan to focus on finishing projects BEFORE creating and tackling new ones. This might be my toughest one yet...more on my success or struggles in about 12 months...
"I try to stay away from New Years Resolutions, but each year I pick one aspect of my life as my main focus for improvement. Call it a theme for the year. For instance, one year after we were married, I found that I was neglecting some friendships, so that year, my theme was friendship. As I look back in the few years I've done this, I find that my past focus "areas" are now just part of my daily life, with each year building upon the previous. So this year, I will be focusing on being happy with the life that is happening to me now. And my new year's wish to each of you is that you will find happiness in every minute!"
This theme was inspired by a quote by Earl Nightingale "Learn to enjoy every minute of your life. Be happy now. Don't wait for something outside of yourself to make you happy in the future. Think how really precious is the time you have to spend, whether it's at work or with your family. Every minute should be enjoyed and savored."
Now, as we roll into December and I start thinking about my theme for 2009, I want to take a little time to reflect on 2008's theme - have I stayed focused on being happy with the now?
I think human nature, or at least our society, makes this one a bit difficult. We are almost programmed to be seeking out the next challenge, the next goal. I know that I am extremely goal-oriented. If the trainer at the gym tells me to do 8 reps, I struggle with #7 and #8. But if she tells me to do 15, I power through #7 and #8, with the struggle hitting around #14. As I work through a project (which Larry knows may or may not ever get finished), my mind is often occupied with what the next project will be (which you may see is part of the '09 theme...).
But this year, I have really taken time to absorb each moment. Whether it was the moment Larry & I first held our precious boys after their birth (I thought this was the happiest moment of my life...how fortunate I am that the happiness keeps on coming with these two wonderful babies), or watching Nan - my 95 year old grandma - crawling around on the floor playing with William and Michael - this year, I have taken time to really think about each of these moments. I allow myself to enjoy them while they happen, allow them to imprint into my memories, and know that I will carry these events and moments with me forever.
Since I have hopes that I will be a famous writer some day and that the world will read this blog to find out more about the "true Tina", it's important that I include some other happinesses that I will remember from this year, some that are not 100% focused on my dear children (for those that know me, I could write for days on the boys...and they are typically the full focus of my posts. So to my mother, sorry that this one isn't all about your grandsons...)
I have the honor of being chosen as the Junior League of San Diego president for the 2009-2010 year. That means that this year as the president-elect, I attend training conferences throughout the country. I love to solo-travel - arrive at the airport, get checked in and through security, grab my venti non-fat latte and a trashy novel and alternate between the pages of the book and watching the people around me. And I love traveling to new places and getting a little feel for a new part of the country. So a conference in San Antonio and one in Kansas City this year have fulfilled that travel bug. It was also a true joy to spend time in KC with my cousin Jill and her wonderful family. One of the highlights of the trip was helping the kids with their homework and then watching Hanna Montana on the little kitchen TV with the 3 kids. And I'd be leaving something major out if I didn't mention the great friends I'm making at these conferences - amazing women from throughout the country with the same passion for their communities as I have here in San Diego.
And this may sound a little weird, but perhaps emphasizes the importance of finding happiness in routine events. One of the other major happy moments of this year was when my employer told me that they didn't have a position open for me upon the completion of my maternity leave. I'm not sure my heart was in returning to work, leaving my kids with a child-care provider all week long. But the part of me that had invested 16 years of my life educating myself and then developing a career and reputation in the insurance industry was a little torn. The opportunity that this lay-off presented me has been valuable by giving me some time to develop a "me" outside of the formal workplace, but beyond "just" as a mom.
Oh yes, there are certainly days that happiness in the 'now' eludes me. Larry & I have had some rough times this year in both of our families, including a very scary situation with Larry's dad's health shortly after the boys were born, and losing my Uncle Jack this fall after a long fight with leukemia. These events have served to reinforce the statement made by Mr. Nightingale "Every minute should be enjoyed and savored."
So as 2008 wraps up, my hope for the future is that I will continue living in the happiness of each moment, being happy with the now, not just hoping that the happy will come in the future. I fear that my 2009 theme will not be as 'deep' as the theme for this year. I plan to focus on finishing projects BEFORE creating and tackling new ones. This might be my toughest one yet...more on my success or struggles in about 12 months...
Friday, November 7, 2008
Puppies and Children
This will be a quick one...but this was so surreal that I have to write it down before my memory wonders if this really happened.
Today, I took my car in for its first wash since the boys were born. While waiting an hour and a half for the detail they promised would take an hour, I had opportunity to interact with many of the local community.
The kindest of all was the elderly man with braces on both legs, walking with a cane who insisted on getting up and walking over to open the door for me at Starbucks (in and out of the store).
The strangest occurred shortly before my car was finished. We were back at the car wash waiting area, and I was giving both the boys bottles while they relaxed in the stroller. Another woman came out to wait for her car (Aside - it is 95 degrees out and she was wearing a sweatshirt, shorts and Uggs...and complaining about how hot she was). She saw us and engaged in the standard conversation I get almost daily:
She "wow, you really have your hands full"
me "Well, there are moments, but i wouldn't trade it for anything"
etc etc...until she hit me with the statement that will forever make me laugh on those days when my boys are really acting up. I must say first of all, that she said this with complete sincerity. No sarcasm whatsoever (and for those who know me, you are aware that I have a very refined sarcasm detector).
she "yeah, i know exactly what it's like to have twins. i just got two puppies."
Me "uhhhhh"!!!!!!
Today, I took my car in for its first wash since the boys were born. While waiting an hour and a half for the detail they promised would take an hour, I had opportunity to interact with many of the local community.
The kindest of all was the elderly man with braces on both legs, walking with a cane who insisted on getting up and walking over to open the door for me at Starbucks (in and out of the store).
The strangest occurred shortly before my car was finished. We were back at the car wash waiting area, and I was giving both the boys bottles while they relaxed in the stroller. Another woman came out to wait for her car (Aside - it is 95 degrees out and she was wearing a sweatshirt, shorts and Uggs...and complaining about how hot she was). She saw us and engaged in the standard conversation I get almost daily:
She "wow, you really have your hands full"
me "Well, there are moments, but i wouldn't trade it for anything"
etc etc...until she hit me with the statement that will forever make me laugh on those days when my boys are really acting up. I must say first of all, that she said this with complete sincerity. No sarcasm whatsoever (and for those who know me, you are aware that I have a very refined sarcasm detector).
she "yeah, i know exactly what it's like to have twins. i just got two puppies."
Me "uhhhhh"!!!!!!
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