I’m alone this weekend with Miss S having sent D off to Maine to help my brother-inlaw work on his camp. I had this idea in my head that I was going to have the est sleep of my life this weekend with the bed to myself, but come to find out Miss S and I need D and his safe snoring presence here to get a full nights sleep. Both S and I have spent both nights tossing and turning. But the saddest thing…when I have gone to get her from her room in the morning to bring to our bed, as I do every morning, is to watch that big smile on her face fade as we come through the door and she sees that where her daddy usually is lying waiting for her, there is nothing. I know this is a tad melodramatic, but since having her I have become this way, it makes me think what it must be like for kids who have lost a parent. They look for them, but they just aren’t there in those usual places they expect them to be. Like waiting in bed for them with a smile on their face.
We took a hit… September 29, 2007
We took a hit at the grocery store this morning….our first “dropping of the toy and Mommy not being able to find it” experience. One minute it was there half in her chubby hand and half in her drooling mouth and the next gone. I did the sweep of the aisles we were just in but to no avail. Even a “concerned” (not!) store clerk asked if I needed help finding something, but apparently it only applies if it’s something they sell in the store, not a toy lost by a 10 month old. He gave me a sympathetic “ohhhhh” and moved on.
Goodbye little plastic seal bath toy….we’ll miss you.
Mildly disturbing September 26, 2007
Miss S has learned how to wave now. She waves at you and says “hi” whether you are coming or going. I love to get her to do it, she draws out the “hi” is a sing song voice. However I don’t like it when she does it in the dark of the early morning as I am rocking her. She gazed up at the ceiling and stayed like that for about a minute, until up came her hand and out of her mouth “Hiiiiii. Hiiiiiii. Hiiiiiii.”
I looked up to the ceiling to see who was there….
frackin’ dog September 8, 2007
yesterday I told a friend on the phone that I had nothing to blog about unless I wanted to write about how D’s dog (note: not MY dog) pooped on his bed and ate it…and so hear I go… We were watching a movie at the time and I just happened to look over to see him eating something so I said to D “did you give him a snack?” eating his shit he was. Then last night I saw him get up and meander into the kitchen (he’s old so when he gets up you know something is going on) I gave it a minute then followed him in. He was coughing up the hairball he just ate. The cat’s hairball mixed with cat food that had moment before (without my knowledge) been puked up by the cat…
And then just frackin’ now as I was sitting down on the couch for some alone time (Miss S and D off to visit grandma) The dog walks over to me, does not even wimper-no sign this was coming, just squats and starts to take a shit. I leaped across the coffee table grabbed the babiesrus flyer that was there on the way by and stuck it under his butt just in time to catch the turd.
the worst part…I needed that flyer for the coupon that was in it for carseats.
