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To My Zoe, On Your Third Birthday

23 Mar

Zoe, a month shy of three years old.

Dear Zoe, 

Today you turned three years old.  Three years!  In one way I feel like you’ve  been a part of my life forever; I can’t seem to wrap my head around how I managed life without knowing this kind of love.  On the other hand, these three years have come so quickly.  Too quickly.  Didn’t I just give birth to you?  That beautiful Spring day in Texas,  laboring in my home surrounded by my family.  What a special day that was.  I can still feel the weight of your tiny, little body, fresh from my womb, in my arms.  Meeting you overwhelmed me.  Thank you.  Thank you for picking us.  I wonder, did you look down from heaven and say, that’s her, that’s the mommy for me.  I know, for certain, that you are the right girl for me.  And I will always be thankful for the life that has come to me through yours.   Continue reading

15 Fun Facts About My Kids

17 Feb
The Feminist Breeder invited her readers to join with her in sharing 15 Fun Facts About My Kids.  I thought it was a great idea and a good way to remember all these little things that make life so perfectly crazy and lovelyfull.  If you want to take part, check out TFB’s blog.
 

Would you look at those blue eyes! Photo by Lena Pettus

  • Zoe refers to her Cheerios from Trader Joe’s as “Ick Cheerios.”  As in, “Can I have some more ick Cheerios, mommy?” Why yes of course, would you like a side of gross with that too?
  • Noah eats more than Zoe for most meals and still breastfeeds like it’s his last booby meal on planet Earth.
  • Zoe started preschool this week.  Which is kind of a big deal for me.  On her first day she ran right into the class room and didn’t look back which equally thrilled me and pained me.
  • Noah has a love affair with the bathroom toilet.  Without fail, if the door is open to the bathroom, he’ll crawl to the toilet, pull himself up and practically lick the toilet seat. It disgusts me every single time.  How can I teach my son that playing with the toilet seat is “ick?”
  • Zoe and I have been looking at the book A Child is Born together. She’s fascinated by the pictures and keeps asking me to read her the story of the “baby growing.”  So it came as no surprise when, tonight, Zoe asked me if I had a baby in my tummy.  Kind of sweet. But no. No! This tummy is on the lock down, sweetheart. However, I am bracing myself for that awkward moment when she’ll ask a perfect stranger if they have a baby in their tummy.
  • Noah is eating so many blueberries lately that his poop is a lovely indigo shade.  It’s actually pretty.
  • Zoe’s crazy about toilet paper. CRAY CRAY CRAY ZEE. Which might explain why I constantly replace the empty role. It might also explain the toilet paper mountains I continually find in the commode. How does one teach their almost three-year-old to only use a little bit when they wipe.  Someone help me, please?
  • Noah is so close to walking I can feel it! I cannot wait for him to walk.  Crawling is nice and all, but walking is so much more enjoyable. 

"Mommy, what do dogs eat?" Photo by Lena Pettus

  • Zoe talks constantly. All the time.  She especially likes to ask me questions like, “Mommy, what do snow leopards eat?”  I try very hard to not tell her that they eat sweet baby Thumper and his friend baby Bambi. Instead I tell her they eat steak, lots and lots of steak.  On that note,  remember when your kids were little and you couldn’t wait for their first word? Hahahahahahaha! Yeah, it comes back to haunt you.
  • Noah is wearing size 4 diapers and size 4 shoes.  At ten months, this kid is a moose.  A cute moose, but still, a moose.
  • Zoe started a sentence the other day with the word, “Ideally.”  Um, really kid?  
  • Noah on the other hand seems to be taking his time with words or any sort of semblance to words. Which concerns me. But maybe because he started crawling at six months and pulling himself up to a stand and then immediately cruising at seven he’s more interested in where he can go rather than what he can say.
  • Zoe’s sings “He’s a tramp and I love Him” after bedtime prayers and without fail it cracks Peter up every night.  He then makes references to me about the post modern faith movement and how she must be ready for Lent.
  • Noah moved into his own room and it’s set up like an official nursery. Finally. I went and bought a crib, bumper, and changing table from Ikea with tax return money. First time this boy actually has his own room with his own things and not Zoe’s hand-me-downs.  I think he’s glad that the pink crib sheet and bumper are no longer mocking him.
  • Zoe loves to come into the bathroom while I’m sitting on the potty and say, “I’m so proud of you, Mommy!”  I can’t help but laugh every single time. Having a bathroom cheerleader is awesome!

There you have it,  fifteen irresistible things I find charming about my kids!  Now it’s your turn.  Check out The Feminist Breeder’s link and be sure to link your blog in the comment section of this post if you joined in the fun.

A Lesson In Breastfeeding From My (almost) 3-Year-Old

9 Feb

Zoe walks up to me with her pig, sets it on the table, points to its “knobs” and says,

“Mommy, these are the pig’s knobs and they’re for feeding her babies.”

Way to make me proud, Zoe! Yes, they are for feeding her babies.

I Have FTP And Now I Will Tell You EVERYTHING

10 Jan

He Qi, "Moses Striking the Rock", 2002.

FTP stands for Failure to Progress.  It’s applied to a woman whose contractions do not bring cervical changes.  I feel like I have writers FTP. Like my ability to write about my personal life has stopped dilating.  I actually told Peter the other day that I want to write so bad and when I try nothing happens.  I told him in earnest that I have this big ‘ole word-baby in side of me and I’m stuck at 9.5cm for 8 hours with a cervical lip and I’m siting forward leaning over the toilet to get the lip to move and it’s just stuck and if I push then my cervix will swell and well…gosh.  See. You get it.

My Placenta

I want to write about how I had my placenta encapsulated. I want to show y’all pictures of it and how it was done in my own kitchen and how taking my placenta pills made a huge difference for me in combating postpartum depression.  But nope, nothing to write about there. I’m afraid people will freak out if I show pics of placenta on the internet  anyway.  And who does that stuff?  That’s disgusting, you may never read my blog again if I post pics of my placenta.

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