Musings of a Mama

Thoughts of a Hair-Brained Mom…

Brotherly Love October 14, 2008

Filed under: Doodle Bug, Mr. Man — musingsofamama @ 6:43 pm

Last week Mr. Man’s school was hosting their semi-annual book fair.  This is always a big deal, as Mr. Man LOVES him some books.  As Mr. Man, DB, and I were all standing there, looking at the books, a little boy about Mr. Man’s age, and his older brother who was about 7, came sauntering over to us.  The little boy proceeded to get right in DB’s face and roar loudly at her.  Now, living with Mr. Man every day… not much gets to DB.  So, she stood there and stared at the boy.

Mr. Man though, went right up to the boy, got in his face, and said “Don’t do that to my sister… or I will beat you up!”  I of course told Mr. Man that we do not speak that way, but inside, I was thinking “YES!  He is going to stand up for his sister when she needs it!”

Later that night, my parents were over and I was relaying the story to them.  Mr. Man overheard and said “Well, I said that to the younger kid, but I did NOT say that to the bigger kid!”  I started cracking up… he sticks up for his sister, yet even he knows his boundaries!

 

Happy Birthday, Baby Girl! July 1, 2008

Filed under: Doodle Bug — musingsofamama @ 11:22 pm

Well, today is Doodle Bug’s first birthday!  This by far has been the fastest year of my life.  It feels like I only had her a few months ago, and now she on ONE!  Doodles has brought SO much love into our lives… she really is a ray of sunshine, and hope, and renewal. 

Doodle Bug wasn’t supposed to arrive until July 3rd.  Actually, her “due date” was July 14th.  But since I was having a c-section, I was scheduled for July 9th.  Then, my OB saw how miserable I was, and how low the baby was, so she rescheduled me for the 3rd.  Doodles had plans of her own though.  At 3:00 a.m. on July 1st, I was abruptly awoken by sharp contractions, and Darbee let me know she was coming… and she wanted out NOW.  I will spare you the rest of the details (like my OB being out of town, me totally grilling the OB on call for her whom I had never met, the slight issues during surgery, etc.), but at 9:25 a.m., I heard the cry of the 6 pound, 9 ounce 18.5″ piece of my heart that had just left my soul and entered the world. 

New born bundle…

One month…

2 months…

Three months…

Four months…

Five months…

Six months…

Seven months…

Eight months…

Nine months…

Ten months…

Eleven months…

BIRTHDAY GIRL!!!

 

We’re Gonna Party Like it’s Your Birthday… June 10, 2008

Filed under: Doodle Bug, family — musingsofamama @ 6:37 pm

Doodle’s first birthday is upon us.  It is in less than a month, in fact!  Where does the freaking time go, I tell you!  I feel like I was just hot and miserable yesterday!  As a side note, it was 118 degrees outside on July 1st, 2007, the day that Doodle was born.  One of the happiest, and hottest days of my life.

So of course, I am planning a birthday party!  Now, Mr. Man’s first birthday party was a fairly big party.  And yes, I am planning on doing the same for Doodle because I try to make everything as equal as I can for their big events so I won’t hear about it when they are 13.  Dandall is dreading this, as he hated Mr. Man’s first birthday party.  Too many people, too busy hosting, and not enough time enjoying.  I told him to suck it up, as this party is going to be the same.  When he asked how many people were going to be invited, I told him about 30, give or take a bit.  He knows me well enough to know that the words “give or take a bit” are something to panic about.

I don’t plan on getting too carried away, as we already “discussed” the invitation list last night, and it is really not too scary.  After we finally got through the “do we have to invite them?” and the “well, if we invite them, then we have to invite those people as well” discussions, we are both pretty happy about it… I think.  At least I am, and well, that is what really matters after all, isn’t it?  I joke…

So, I am anxiously awaiting for the invitations to be done so I can send them out, and starting to keep myself up at night with thoughts of the cake, food, etc.  Basically driving myself crazy.  I had a conversation with JJ about this very thing, and how stressful kid’s birthday parties have become.  She said that her mom mentioned that very thing to her.  Back in the “old days” when we were little, birthday parties were simple.  They were always at your house… not some entertainment warehouse type of place for children that ends up costing you an extra $500.00 for two hours.  There was cake and ice cream served… period.  No full-on meals, no appetizers, etc.  Also, favor bags were not invented yet.  You maybe played pin the tail on the donkey, or something similar, but that is about as complicated as it got.

When did all of this change, and when is it all going to come back?  All in favor of retro children’s birthday parties, say “I”!

 

Shhh… June 10, 2008

Filed under: Doodle Bug — musingsofamama @ 6:22 pm

I have a secret.  I’m not saying it out loud, because I don’t want to jinx it!

But… a certain someone in our house has FINALLY been sleeping thought the night for the past two weeks.  I am talking from 7:00 p.m. until 6:00 a.m. sleeping though the night!

Two new teeth are looming, so we’ll see if it keeps up…

 

Baby Love and Naked Butts December 21, 2007

Filed under: Doodle Bug — musingsofamama @ 2:05 am

I am sitting here, letting Doodle Bug’s bootie air out, as she has developed a diaper rash (any advice?) today.  Although I am terrified she is going to pee, or worse, on my bed, I can not help but to be in awe of her perfect, round, pink, pinchable tooshie.  They just don’t come any cuter than baby butts, do they?

I haven’t just been in awe of Doodle’s butt, these days, but of Doodle as a whole.  She will be 6 months soon, and is starting to go through seperation anxiety.  I have to shamelessly admit though, that I love it.

Man… there is NOTHING like baby love.  This little, innocent, perfect being who loves you so much it makes your heart burst.  I can be gone for two minutes, and I come back to her kicking her legs, flailing her arms, and giving me a grin from ear to ear.  She is SO happy to see me, and it has only been two minutes!  It’s like she missed me so much that she just couldn’t stand it.

There is no other high like it in the whole world…

 

Not My Daughter… October 16, 2007

Filed under: Dandall, Doodle Bug — musingsofamama @ 8:12 pm

Doodle Bug’s head has gotten misshaped.  I mean really misshaped.  One whole side of her head is larger than the other.  When other people started commenting on it, I decided it was time to go to the doctor.

Me: “Okay Dr. C. this is my yearly crazy mom visit!  I am sure there is nothing worng, and I am overreacting, but can you see how Doodle’s head is misshaped?

Dr. C.: (without even taking a long glance)… “Yes… I can.” (he then proceeds to feel all around her head for a good 10 minutes.)

Me: “So… it is nothing, right?”

Dr. C: “Well…” (this is when my heart started to sink)

Dr. C.: “It could be a few things, but we won’t panic until she is 6 months old.”

Me: “HUH???”

Dr. C: “I want you to start laying her on this side of her head at all times… immediately.  Right now, I am going to call it a positional cranial deformity,which basically means I think she is laying on one side of her head too much and it is shifting everything.  She may have to wear a cranial helmet, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

Me: “Okay… I can live with a cranial helmet. Not too horrific.”

Dr. C.:  “Well… her cranial plates are also fusing together more quickly than my liking.  If this continues, she may need cranial surgery.  We go in, peel down the top part of her head (yes… these were his exact words!) remove a portion of her skull, close her back up, and the plates fuse together again.”

I think at this point, he could see my complete look of horror…

Dr. C.: “But don’t worry… 99% of kids that have this done, their heads completely grow back normally.”

Me:  “Um… excuse me… I am still in shock over you discussing removing part of my child’s skull…”

So… I call Dandall, refusing to freak out over the phone.  I tell him, and his first words are “Oh no… not my daughter!!!” 

We are both refusing not to freak until 6 months though.  I am hoping for just a helmet head!  She is beautiful no matter what though…