You know how they say that it takes 20 minutes or so for your body to recognize that you've eaten enough and so you're supposed to eat slowly to give yourself more time to feel "full" so as not to overeat...?
Well - that's kind of how I feel lately. I've overeaten and finally realized that I'm full. My days are full of work, calendar is full of commitments, my head is full of lists, and my heart is just... full. Of... my family, and my friends, and summertime and stories that I've read on blogs and heard on the news, and it's all bubbling over. I need to back away from the table for awhile.
There's just not a lot of room or time for me right now to make this blog be what I really want it to be, and so I just have to let it... be. (pardon me for a moment while I hum a little Beatles tune.) You can't see me right now, but I'm putting my empty plastic cup on my head and backing away from the keg. Okay - there's maybe one of you reading this who will understand that obscure reference, sorry. It means I'm done for now. But I'll be back.
Overheard
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
I was changing a poopy Eve diaper on the changing table last night, and as usual, Jo was hanging on the table, observing. Being the aficionado of all things poop-related, Jo offered the following commentary to Eve for entertainment while I changed her.
Jo: “Evie. Poopy is here. (Pointing to Evie’s tummy.) In your tummy. Right, Mommy?”
Me: “Yup – pretty much.” I really didn’t feel like differentiating between colons and tummies and all that jazz.
Jo: “We puussh it out. (Offers a little grunt to emphasize the word ‘push.’) It comes out ours butts. I put the poopy in the potty. And Daddy does. And Mommy does. Not Brewster. He goes outside. Not Baxter. He pushes his poopy out in the little box. Right, Mommy?”
Me: “Yup. We do.”
Jo: “It makes ours tummies feel better when we push the poopy out ours butts. Right, Mommy?”
Me: “Yup. It sure does.”
Jo: “We call it poopy. Or poop. (Pauses. Then continues, a little mystified) But Meg calls it po-po. Silly Meg.”
I was helping Josie get dressed this morning in her room. She took off her jammie shirt, and then out of nowhere, started flailing her arms all over the place, enough so that I backed up a bit so as to not get smacked in the head. I asked her what in the world she was doing.
Jo: “LOOKATMYARMS!” Still wildly flailing.
Me: “Yes – I see that…”
Jo: “They’re PLAYING with each other!”
So it’s just me and the girls for the next coupla days while Pat is in Boston on a business trip. This morning went smashingly well. I know lots of moms, and dads, have to wrangle kids all by themselves in the morning, but I’m not used to going it alone, and it sure does make me feel like a Super Mom when I arrive at work and both girls are dressed and fed and happy and I managed not to forget one of them at home. It can be tricky as Josie, especially, hovers on the edge of getting pretty emotional when one of us is gone; our girls are very spoiled by our time and attention and having both of us around most of the time. I was gone the majority of last weekend for some much-needed relaxation with friends at the Mathews' Mansion and Home for Wayward Mommies. When I returned just in time for the girls waking up from naps on Sunday, Josie tried to tell me that she didn’t miss me… as her little eyes started welling up with tears. Then she demanded that we snuggle on the couch, and I haven’t been able to be very far out of her sight around the house ever since. I have to put forth a lot of extra effort into keeping everything very light and fun and extra-upbeat when Pat is gone. She was on the verge of tears this morning when she remembered, but we quickly moved on to getting dressed and teeth brushed and cereal and happier thoughts. Eve, from what I can tell, just thinks that Daddy is still upstairs, sleeping. I’ve tried to tell her that no, Daddy had to go bye-bye for work, and she just looks at me, points to the stairs and says, “Daddy leeping.” Okay, Eve. Daddy should be well-rested when he returns on Thursday.
Jo: “Evie. Poopy is here. (Pointing to Evie’s tummy.) In your tummy. Right, Mommy?”
Me: “Yup – pretty much.” I really didn’t feel like differentiating between colons and tummies and all that jazz.
Jo: “We puussh it out. (Offers a little grunt to emphasize the word ‘push.’) It comes out ours butts. I put the poopy in the potty. And Daddy does. And Mommy does. Not Brewster. He goes outside. Not Baxter. He pushes his poopy out in the little box. Right, Mommy?”
Me: “Yup. We do.”
Jo: “It makes ours tummies feel better when we push the poopy out ours butts. Right, Mommy?”
Me: “Yup. It sure does.”
Jo: “We call it poopy. Or poop. (Pauses. Then continues, a little mystified) But Meg calls it po-po. Silly Meg.”
I was helping Josie get dressed this morning in her room. She took off her jammie shirt, and then out of nowhere, started flailing her arms all over the place, enough so that I backed up a bit so as to not get smacked in the head. I asked her what in the world she was doing.
Jo: “LOOKATMYARMS!” Still wildly flailing.
Me: “Yes – I see that…”
Jo: “They’re PLAYING with each other!”
So it’s just me and the girls for the next coupla days while Pat is in Boston on a business trip. This morning went smashingly well. I know lots of moms, and dads, have to wrangle kids all by themselves in the morning, but I’m not used to going it alone, and it sure does make me feel like a Super Mom when I arrive at work and both girls are dressed and fed and happy and I managed not to forget one of them at home. It can be tricky as Josie, especially, hovers on the edge of getting pretty emotional when one of us is gone; our girls are very spoiled by our time and attention and having both of us around most of the time. I was gone the majority of last weekend for some much-needed relaxation with friends at the Mathews' Mansion and Home for Wayward Mommies. When I returned just in time for the girls waking up from naps on Sunday, Josie tried to tell me that she didn’t miss me… as her little eyes started welling up with tears. Then she demanded that we snuggle on the couch, and I haven’t been able to be very far out of her sight around the house ever since. I have to put forth a lot of extra effort into keeping everything very light and fun and extra-upbeat when Pat is gone. She was on the verge of tears this morning when she remembered, but we quickly moved on to getting dressed and teeth brushed and cereal and happier thoughts. Eve, from what I can tell, just thinks that Daddy is still upstairs, sleeping. I’ve tried to tell her that no, Daddy had to go bye-bye for work, and she just looks at me, points to the stairs and says, “Daddy leeping.” Okay, Eve. Daddy should be well-rested when he returns on Thursday.
Deja Moo
Monday, May 12, 2008
You probably don't remember this, but I sure won't forget it any time soon. Now imagine a repeat performance, this time from my Gram's house, and this time, from mostly Evie, but also both of them. "Watching. COWS. Watch-CHING! Cooowwwwws!" Thank goodness highway 52 delivers views of cows-a-plenty.
We had what you could call an action-packed weekend. Josie might call it the Best. Weekend. Ever. Friday: Shoe shopping at THE MALL in the morning and then Grandma Dianne and Grandpa Mike over for dinner that evening. And the kicker... we ate outside. Saturday: Swimming lessons in the morning and Viv's 2nd birthday party in the afternoon/evening. Sunday: A day at Auntie Kay's house visiting with my family for Mom's Day, TWO parks, and t-ball and dinner at Gramma Granite's (that's Great-Grandma-Janet, in Josie-speak.) Needless to say, we have two very exhausted little girls tonight. But shopping and parties and cake and Grandmas and parks are more than worth it.
Some of Eve's new favorite phrases:
"See me!" While hiding behind a pillow, or couch, or blanket.
"Oh, gosh." Her response after asking me where I was, and I replied "in the bathroom."
"Oh, darnnit." Useful in various situations. Better than many of the alternatives.
She's jumping. Full-fledged, both-feet-off-the-ground, jumping. And she couldn't be more proud. And she's coloring. All the time, with the coloring. If we're ever late, it's probably because Eve couldn't be coerced to STOP THE COLORING.
We picked them up from daycare tonight and witnessed quite the scene. One of the other families has two little boys, Henry and Baby Joe. Henry is a couple months older than Eve, and Joe is just a few months old. Joe was in the living room on the floor and had spit out his nuk. Henry went in to "help" his brother by putting the nuk back in his mouth. Forcefully. And while laying on top of him. Joe, rightfully, started to cry. Eve was watching this unfold, and as I started to make a move to help poor Baby Joe, Eve reached out and tried to pull Henry off his brother, by his hair. Talk about chaos. Then a minute later Henry and Eve were hugging goodbye. Henry walked away from Eve to give Josie a hug - and Eve went running after him, demanding "Tiss! Tiss!" And they did. So stinkin' cute. It's definitely a love/hate relationship.
I'm tired. And I have no interest in Christina Applegate with amnesia. Now Shannon Doherty with dyslexia. That's a different story.
We had what you could call an action-packed weekend. Josie might call it the Best. Weekend. Ever. Friday: Shoe shopping at THE MALL in the morning and then Grandma Dianne and Grandpa Mike over for dinner that evening. And the kicker... we ate outside. Saturday: Swimming lessons in the morning and Viv's 2nd birthday party in the afternoon/evening. Sunday: A day at Auntie Kay's house visiting with my family for Mom's Day, TWO parks, and t-ball and dinner at Gramma Granite's (that's Great-Grandma-Janet, in Josie-speak.) Needless to say, we have two very exhausted little girls tonight. But shopping and parties and cake and Grandmas and parks are more than worth it.
Some of Eve's new favorite phrases:
"See me!" While hiding behind a pillow, or couch, or blanket.
"Oh, gosh." Her response after asking me where I was, and I replied "in the bathroom."
"Oh, darnnit." Useful in various situations. Better than many of the alternatives.
She's jumping. Full-fledged, both-feet-off-the-ground, jumping. And she couldn't be more proud. And she's coloring. All the time, with the coloring. If we're ever late, it's probably because Eve couldn't be coerced to STOP THE COLORING.
We picked them up from daycare tonight and witnessed quite the scene. One of the other families has two little boys, Henry and Baby Joe. Henry is a couple months older than Eve, and Joe is just a few months old. Joe was in the living room on the floor and had spit out his nuk. Henry went in to "help" his brother by putting the nuk back in his mouth. Forcefully. And while laying on top of him. Joe, rightfully, started to cry. Eve was watching this unfold, and as I started to make a move to help poor Baby Joe, Eve reached out and tried to pull Henry off his brother, by his hair. Talk about chaos. Then a minute later Henry and Eve were hugging goodbye. Henry walked away from Eve to give Josie a hug - and Eve went running after him, demanding "Tiss! Tiss!" And they did. So stinkin' cute. It's definitely a love/hate relationship.
I'm tired. And I have no interest in Christina Applegate with amnesia. Now Shannon Doherty with dyslexia. That's a different story.
Overheard. And some other stuff.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
At the dinner table last night:
Eve’s spoon-phone rings.
Eve: “Hewwo? Grampa? Burp! (as in, I burped.) Toot! (and, I also tooted.) Milk all gone.”
There's something a little dirty about the word "stimulus." Say it a few times with me: Stimulus. Stimulus. Stimulus. See? I'll bet you think a little differently about that stimulus rebate, now, huh? :)
I swear the girls are still recovering from a reeeaaallly late night last Saturday. We took them to the Twins game for awhile, then out to Blaine to visit with some friends and their kids in from out of town. It was 8:00 pm when we were heading out to the "party." Josie looked at me and said, "Why are we going so many places today??" They had a ton of fun - but I felt like a guilty parent the entire time. Such is life.
Did I ever blog about Eve pooping on the potty? Yes? No? I don't recall. But she did. We could tell she was trying to go one evening, so Pat took her in and set her down, and she went. She looked in the toilet and said "Fishy!" The elusive poop-fish, right in our toilet.
Josie is in a huge Dora/Diego phase. Books, movies, games - she can't get enough. We brought home about 5 books from the library that looked to be fairly new... and now after spending a couple weeks in our house... not so much.
Eve is talking. Not a new development, by any means... but she's really talking. A lot. She answers yes/no questions with vehemence. "Eve, would you please put on your coat - it's time to go bye-bye." "NO! Color! NO COAT - color!" Translation: I would prefer not to put on my coat right now, Mommy. I am coloring. "Eve - would you like some cereal?" "YEAH!" We may have to start working on indoor vs. outdoor voices.
We're gearing up for a busy spring and summer. My, how fast the calendar fills up. Grad parties and birthdays and vacations and playdates a-plenty. Should be fun. But I'm tired already! More later...
Eve’s spoon-phone rings.
Eve: “Hewwo? Grampa? Burp! (as in, I burped.) Toot! (and, I also tooted.) Milk all gone.”
There's something a little dirty about the word "stimulus." Say it a few times with me: Stimulus. Stimulus. Stimulus. See? I'll bet you think a little differently about that stimulus rebate, now, huh? :)
I swear the girls are still recovering from a reeeaaallly late night last Saturday. We took them to the Twins game for awhile, then out to Blaine to visit with some friends and their kids in from out of town. It was 8:00 pm when we were heading out to the "party." Josie looked at me and said, "Why are we going so many places today??" They had a ton of fun - but I felt like a guilty parent the entire time. Such is life.
Did I ever blog about Eve pooping on the potty? Yes? No? I don't recall. But she did. We could tell she was trying to go one evening, so Pat took her in and set her down, and she went. She looked in the toilet and said "Fishy!" The elusive poop-fish, right in our toilet.
Josie is in a huge Dora/Diego phase. Books, movies, games - she can't get enough. We brought home about 5 books from the library that looked to be fairly new... and now after spending a couple weeks in our house... not so much.
Eve is talking. Not a new development, by any means... but she's really talking. A lot. She answers yes/no questions with vehemence. "Eve, would you please put on your coat - it's time to go bye-bye." "NO! Color! NO COAT - color!" Translation: I would prefer not to put on my coat right now, Mommy. I am coloring. "Eve - would you like some cereal?" "YEAH!" We may have to start working on indoor vs. outdoor voices.
We're gearing up for a busy spring and summer. My, how fast the calendar fills up. Grad parties and birthdays and vacations and playdates a-plenty. Should be fun. But I'm tired already! More later...
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