Went to dinner with my brother the other day and he informed me that the Little Man is "cute again". When pressed about the meaning of this, he said that for a few months there he looked at photos of the Little Man - MY LITTLE MAN - and said "poor, homely kid". But now, he's cute again, so there's no worries.
This is the same uncle that gave my son the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition for his first birthday, and has been trying to get him to say "hooters" since birth.
I think he's officially fired.
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Egad!
This past week has been full of Egad! moments. A select few. . .
- The Little Man decided to start throwing throw-himself-back-kicking-and-screaming tantrums on his very first birthday. I thought these weren't due for another year or so?
- Talking to my best girlhood friend this week, I realized that under her influence I am able to contemplate having another Little Person without covering my ears, screaming and running from the room.
- Talking to the same girlfriend, it occurred to me that she was in some ways reminding me of her mother. And it also occurred to me that maybe I am starting to remind people of MY mother. Which I immediately decided that I really don't want to know.
- Studio photography prices are INSANE! Sticking with Penney's from here on out, thank you!
- I now unfortunately have first-hand knowledge of the inspiration for the Exorcist vomiting special effects. Funny, they didn't show the cleanup of that in the movie, which is actually the scariest part.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
One, Little Man
The Little Man is ONE today, yeah! I can't tell you amazed I am at that, and how proud (and secretly relieved) that he's a healthy, happy, handsome little guy - and still alive despite my clumsy parenting skills!
I've read countless wonderful, sweet, full-of-love-and-joy Happy First Birthday son/daughter messages on various parental blogs. I was really planning on writing my own sappy, full of love message to broadcast to the world at large as well about my Little Man's first year, but I just don't have it in me tonight.
For starters, the Little Man decided to wake up at 5:00 a.m. this morning and not go back to sleep. So, he screamed in bed on and off for an hour-and-a-half (thank you, Ferber) before I finally decided to get my lazy bones up for the day and ease his misery. Took his now-crabby self to daycare early with hopes of leaving work early and taking him to a local kiddie joint that has an area for crawlers to go wild in. Of course, I didn't end up getting off work until 1/2 hour before the kiddie joint closed, topped off with a very dissatisfying conversation with a co-worker before I left. So, this afternoon ended up with Mommy guilt topped off with disappointment and a little dash of Gee, I hate my job today. Not a recipe for a great birthday evening.
Yet I soldiered on, still trying to find someplace to take him to have some fun. Too cold for the park, the newest kiddie gym in the area doesn't open for two weeks. Aha! McDonalds PlayPlace! We met Mr. Me at McDonalds, where we ended up with the very most unhealthy dinner ever (as you get at McDonalds) and it turns out that you must be 3 in order to play in the playplace. Not that I was terribly heartbroken as the Little Man still has a tendency to mouth everything and EEK! the germs in that place, but still, NO fun to be had on the birthday. Yet another wave of mommy guilt.
So, we ended going home and playing with new birthday toys at home. Not a horrible day, but not as special as I wished my Little Man's first special day to be. With any luck, though, I'll have lots and lots of chances to get it right.
Happy Birthday, my darling Little Man. I love you very, very much.
I've read countless wonderful, sweet, full-of-love-and-joy Happy First Birthday son/daughter messages on various parental blogs. I was really planning on writing my own sappy, full of love message to broadcast to the world at large as well about my Little Man's first year, but I just don't have it in me tonight.
For starters, the Little Man decided to wake up at 5:00 a.m. this morning and not go back to sleep. So, he screamed in bed on and off for an hour-and-a-half (thank you, Ferber) before I finally decided to get my lazy bones up for the day and ease his misery. Took his now-crabby self to daycare early with hopes of leaving work early and taking him to a local kiddie joint that has an area for crawlers to go wild in. Of course, I didn't end up getting off work until 1/2 hour before the kiddie joint closed, topped off with a very dissatisfying conversation with a co-worker before I left. So, this afternoon ended up with Mommy guilt topped off with disappointment and a little dash of Gee, I hate my job today. Not a recipe for a great birthday evening.
Yet I soldiered on, still trying to find someplace to take him to have some fun. Too cold for the park, the newest kiddie gym in the area doesn't open for two weeks. Aha! McDonalds PlayPlace! We met Mr. Me at McDonalds, where we ended up with the very most unhealthy dinner ever (as you get at McDonalds) and it turns out that you must be 3 in order to play in the playplace. Not that I was terribly heartbroken as the Little Man still has a tendency to mouth everything and EEK! the germs in that place, but still, NO fun to be had on the birthday. Yet another wave of mommy guilt.
So, we ended going home and playing with new birthday toys at home. Not a horrible day, but not as special as I wished my Little Man's first special day to be. With any luck, though, I'll have lots and lots of chances to get it right.
Happy Birthday, my darling Little Man. I love you very, very much.
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