Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Last night Abby said: "If I have to tell you one more time...." I said: "What? What happens if you tell us one more time?" Abby: "Don't say that bad word." Me: "What bad word?" Abby: "Happen."
And then she gets into our bed, settles between us and says: "You're sqooshing me!" Wouldn't that be a good reason to get in your bed darling? Of course not! And I end up with a face full of 3 year old foot by the time she does doze off.
A few days before, she was walking, er, tottering down the hall, pants around her ankles yelling: "I can't take it anymore. I just. can't. take it anymore!"
Monday, January 28, 2008
Mother has had to endure three separate days of shots to boost her white blood cell count. Since white blood cells are generated in the bones, her bones have ached quite badly. She was given a prescription strength pain killer to which she had a very bad reaction. She did not eat and drank very little for 36 hours. Her hair has almost all come out and she is left with just little wisps of gray. She looks tired. Her spirit is flagging a little. All before her second dose of chemo today.
I wish, wish, wish I could snap my fingers and make her better. I wish she did not have to suffer. But if wishing could make things happen then you would already be a mother, your chest would have fixed itself on its own, depression would not have impacted your life, your child would still be here dancing and singing and loving. But that doesn't stop me from wishing and hoping and waiting.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Or your hair looks funny.
I love you even when you’re mad, sad or bad.
I love you when you’re sleepy
I love you when you’re dirty.
I love you when you’re smelly.
I love you when you’re grumpy.
I love you with your front tooth.
I love you without your front tooth.
I loved you when you were small and now that you’re tall.
I love you no matter what.
This is our bedtime nonsense tale. J.T. and I. It doesn’t always rhyme and it is certainly quite silly. But we like it. And it always ends with a big smacky kiss.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
The laundry is never truly finished. It is one of those jobs you can never say is completed. It's not just because someone always adds a towel or a shirt to the hamper just as I've put away the last washcloth. No. The true culprit is the sock.
I'm sure you're familiar with the villain of whom I speak. The lone sock that loses its mate somewhere between foot and clean laundry pile. I have a little stack of them. Tennis socks, argyle socks, lacy socks, a navy blue one. All without a partner. Where is that other sock? What happens to the second half of the pair? It isn't under the bed or behind the couch. I've looked. It isn't squished between the washer and dryer. I've looked there too.
I'm sure the lone socks would like to find their mates. If not, they will soon be paired with Pledge lemon oil furniture polish. Destined to never grace the respective feet of their owners ever again. Instead they face a fate of dust and dirt. Grime and muck. Poor socks. Oh you hidden socks. I give up! Come out, come out wherever you are! And bring my missing earring with you please.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Confession time. I have this song on my ipod. Come on! You know you've got a little cheese on yours too. I wanna hear all your little dirty musical secrets. What songs do you have that others might find a little odd. Just so you know. I'm singing and doing a little "Stop, cause I really love you" hand motion right now. There's a little shoulder bounce and foot tapping too. I know I'm not the only one. Some of you know all the words to Escape and Love Hurts. Please... say I'm not the only one.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Sing-a-long with Abby presents these popular songs (with slightly altered lyrics)
The ABC Song. Known hereafter as the QRS song.
"Q - R - S.... A, - L - M - N - O - P" Repeat 25 times.
(She does actually know the right way to sing it. She chooses not to.)
We also feature Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Also known as the Could You, Were You song.
"Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star, How I Could You, Were You, Where you, Could you." Sung quite loudly and followed by a chorus of the QRS song. Make that several choruses of the QRS song.
She might get it from me. I'm a sing-a-long gal. If you were to pass me as I'm driving to or from work you would see me belting out whatever is on the cd player, ipod or radio. Complete with head and hand motions if at a traffic light. I do it in the grocery store too and I'm not the only one.
I'm a kitchen dancer too. You will find me loading/unloading the dishwasher, wiping down the table, etc while singing and swinging the hips a bit.
Think of the potential embarrassment I can heap on my kids during the teenage years!
Saturday, January 12, 2008
"Dr. Munroe," I told him.
He listened another minute and then came the lyric: "He got curious and tried on Helen's clothes."
"Why are we listening to a song about a transvestite?" he asked.
I think he'd rather listen to Metallica.
Friday, January 11, 2008
But all this white surely needs a little dirt. I'm not sure if these eyes are as used to clean as they were pre-children in the house. Since everything I clean only stays that way for what seems like moments I present a previously posted picture of the Mudhole Gang.
Note the little graffiti artist hard at work on a masterpiece: Chalk on Brick.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
We have been absolutely overwhelmed with offers of meals, rides to appointments, cards filled with well wishes and small gifts for mother. I spent the day with her yesterday, first day post-chemo. And I did a lot of phone answering from people wanting to check in to see how Mama was. While she wasn't up for conversation, it really perked her up to receive so many messages of concern and care. I'm actually going to have to coordinate a meal schedule so that we don't end up with tons of food all at once! Which is a nice problem to have, isn't it?
For those of you wondering, she is doing really well so far. The expected nausea and weakness, but not too much actual getting sick. We played sudoku, word puzzles and read. We got out the scrapbooking packet she received for Christmas and oohed and ahhhhed over the tags, letters and pages inside. Which led to getting out boxes of pictures and going over ideas for designs (all simple, of course).
The first project she wants to start is doing scrapbooks for all 4 of John's children. She has saved baby photos, some really terrible school pictures, band and sport programs, diplomas, school work etc. We have decided that his daughters might actually like to help make their own scrapbooks and include special memories they have of their dad. I think they will enjoy that and it will be bittersweet for Mom.
One of the most heartbreaking things I have ever had to endure is watching my mother, in her pink pajamas and pink socks, looking a little weary, trace her finger gently over a baby picture of my brother, smiling in his hand-made little outfit. She was very quiet and then she said: "I miss him."
Saturday, January 5, 2008
You look like a monkey, and you smell like one to!
Yesterday was indeed my birthday! I am closer to thirty than forty still. Rob gave me a lovely bouquet of roses AND took me out for a meal, sans children. I also received some Bath and Bodyworks gifts from Angel and itunes cards from Rob and the kids. My mother will have us for dinner and a cheesecake tomorrow. Tonight I just want to soak in my bubble bath with a glass of wine and savor another year of my life and that of my sweet J.T.
J.T. was born just 6 days after my birthday and will turn 7 this week. It actually snowed the day I went into labor with him.... a once in a decade happening for us. My water broke at the supermarket and Rob drove us (BELOW the speed limit "Won't do us any good to speed if we have a wreck) to the hospital where we waited 25 1/2 hours to meet J.T. He was, of course, the most beautiful hairless, wrinkled bit of humanity we had ever seen.
He has been delighting, inspiring, and exhausting us ever since. He walked early, never engaged in baby talk, and could speak multi-syllable words at 10 months. If you speak to him on the phone, you'd never know you were speaking to a child. He is empathetic, sometimes dramatic, logical and good at math. He hates reading (very surprising since Rob and I both LOVE to read), guessing games, and change. He gets upset if goes to school with bed head hair and wants to change immediately when his clothes get dirty. He has had close to 2 dozen ear infections and has to wear ear plugs when he swims. He says please and thank you and ma'am and sir (necessities for a child in the south) and is usually very well-behaved. We had his party today complete with a hayride (a country tradition) SpongeBob pinata and one injured child.
While it would make a great story if the medical crises had occured during the pinata festivities, he was not injured in a mad dash to beat the snot out of Mr. Squarepants. He was attempting to skateboard on a rolling cart and smacked his head on the concrete. Don't worry. He had an icepack and lives just up the hill, so was returned safely home. I will call momentarily to be sure he is indeed feeling okay.
Birthday party injuries are a tradition in my family. On the occasion of my 7th Birthday, one of my little friends was bitten by a neighbor's dog and required stitches. She returned to the party, stitched and bandaged, in time for cake and ice cream.
So we had a lovely weekend of birthday celebrations replete with loads of good food and good friends. The kids left with dizzying amounts of candy, already loaded up with cake, icecream and cheese puffs. A great time was had by all. Well. All but the one who went home with a big goose egg on his forehead.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Why can't we appreciate our youth when we are young? I spent my childhood longing to be a grown-up and now I wish I could take a trip back to those days of lazing about with a good book and a stash of sugary treats.
Why are cheeseburgers more appealing than salads?
Why does the thought of excercising sound so appealing at 8 p.m. and so unappealing at 6 a.m.?
Why is my nose always cold?
Why, in spite of the fact that they are DRIVING EACH OTHER CRAZY (and me, too), can't my children stay away from each other?
Why does someone always get sick during vacation? And then the rest of us fall victim like dominoes.
Why do we never seem to have tape or glue.... even though I KNOW I just bought some?
Why does the long lost juice cup found 2 weeks later always have milk in it... never juice, or water or anything remotely less smelly than sour milk?
Why, when I see those lovely young ladies showing off their (ahem) assets on t.v. do I always think: Yeah.... give it 10 years and a couple of pregnancies... then I want to see you on t.v. showing off your assets. Of course, I'm not jealous or anything.
Why, after almost 10 years of marriage, can Rob still make me laugh?
Yesterday's conversation: "Those are my new pens. You are not to touch them under any circumstances whatsover. None. I love you." Do you think he thinks I'll lose them?