First Kiss

August 5, 2008 By 6 Comments

For me, the phrase, “First Kiss” evokes so many beautiful memories. If I’m honest, there are probably some funny thoughts in there as well.

The first kiss I shared with the love of my life, my husband, set the course for the life I live now.  He is my center, my best friend, my biggest fan and the father of my children.

But there is another first kiss that has shaped me into the person that I am, into the woman I have become.

The date was July 10th, 2004.  After what felt like a lifetime, but was really only 9 months, I became a mother.  I knew the moment I saw Delaney that my life was forever changed.  But it was the moment that I held her and brushed my lips against her buttery cheek that I knew a different truth:  I was fovever changed.

Like electricty from her to me, a charge hit my heart.  I knew that I would do anything, be anyone.  I would love her, protect her, teach her, hold her, hug and kiss her and do my best to make her smile and laugh. With that one kiss, I had ‘kissed’ my previous life goodbye and welcomed this new chapter of motherhood.

Since that first kiss, I’ve passed out thousands more to her and then more to her little brother.  It is a sign of affection and love I can’t do without. 

 This post has been entered in Scribbit’s August Write Away Contest “First Kiss.”

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Hi Ho, Hi Ho..it’s off to pee he goes

July 29, 2008 By 4 Comments

 Seriously…don’t judge me for breaking out into song.  Potty Training my daughter was the single worst parenting experience I have had.  So, when this little guy asked to sit on the potty of his own volition before bathtime last night…and then WENT, I could barely contain my joy.  But that joy barely compares to the state of euphoria I experienced when he ASKED to go to the potty AT OUR NEIGHBORHOOD POOL today and then WENT.

Lest you think I’m getting excited in advance, I will share that he also ASKED and WENT during dinner.  (He also used his diaper shortly after that) But I am all about Baby-Steps.  Could I possibly be so lucky?

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Teeny Tiny Tea Set

July 22, 2008 By 1 Comment

Preppy Mama…this makes me think of you. 

 Isn’t it just the sweetest?  Delaney was given this tea set for her birthday.  (It is Southern Living)  All day, we planned to have a tea party while Coop was sleeping.  He isn’t so good with glass.  We made tea, and I used a medicine dropper (stop laughing) to get the tea into the pot for pouring.

She called me Mrs. Mommy the whole time..and well, she was most certainly Miss Delaney.  Make-believe is fun.

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One of those days…

July 15, 2008 By 3 Comments

OK…on most days (alright, on some days) I love my Mommy job.

Today was not one of those days.  Today was the kind of Mommy job day that makes you want to crawl back under the covers and hide.  The kind of day where you find yourself searching for an escape route or debating selling your kids on EBay.

Today I was ignored. Today I was positive it was only the neighborhood dogs who could hear me speak, since clearly my children couldn’t.  Today my not-so-sweet little ones tossed food on the floor, took the stuffing from the cushions, tried to pull the blinds lose, screamed at the VERY top of their lungs, climbed on the kitchen counter, refused to speak to their Daddy, slammed more doors than I knew we had and demonstrated tantrums that can only be described as Oscar-worthy. Today I was thrilled to discover Delaney’s influence over Coop now includes teaching him lovely phrases like, “I no yike you.”  Yes, my 2 year old told me he doesn’t ‘yike’ me.

I was also told I was mean.  That’s ok.  Right now, I feel kind of mean.

But then I remember the gift from the heavens:  today’s annual Doctor’s appt for the little devils DID NOT INCLUDE SHOTS (this was a surprise for me…I had been prepping myself for the horror)  And I remember that they hugged each other throughout the appt. 

And I remember that Delaney had a new-found love of making funny faces for the camera and trying to make Coop laugh.

And I remember that when I told Cooper he had to take his ‘sucker’ into the kitchen, the little blue mouthed guy, looked straight at me, arms spread wide and said, “Iss not a sucka, Mommy, is a wing.” (that would be a ring pop for those of you still learning the ins/outs of toddler-ease.)

And, despite that fact that it took 4 trips to bed to get them to stay there,  I remember what they feel like when they snuggle.

And, then I take a deep breath and remember that tomorrow, while ripe with new challenges, tantrums, food fights and sassiness…..is a new day.

 

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The Enforcer

July 13, 2008 By 1 Comment

Yep…that’s me…the mean mommy, the fun police, the enforcer.

With Jeff gone for the lat 3 weeks, I’m the only real presence and therefore the only real disciplinarian….not so much fun.  Not for the kiddos.  Not for me.

I’m finding myself saying “no”, “stop” and “don’t” so often that it is becoming a reflex. 

Yuck.

Maybe if I sleep on it, it will go away. :)

 

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4 years ago today

July 10, 2008 By 1 Comment

Four years ago today, everything changed.

I became a Mommy for the first time.

Four years ago today I learned what it feels like to have your heart exist on the outside of your body.

Four years ago today, I learned that joy, love and hope all have new meanings.  My perspective has changed.

Delaney has brought me more joy than I can possibly begin to share.  I have a post prepared to recap her sweet little life…I’ll get it up tomorrow.  In the meantime…these are a few of my favorite images from today.  They capture the essence of my little angel.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

Happy Birthday Baby Girl!  You are my true heart’s delight.  You make me smile, laugh outloud, and often tear up.  You are an amazing big sister, a kind friend, a sassy little thing, a lover and a fighter, a debator and the very best little girl a Mommy (and Daddy) could ever dream of….

I love you, Mini!

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I hope that isn’t your artery….

July 9, 2008 By 6 Comments

Seriously?  Just how comforting do you think this statement is FROM A NURSE WHO HAS JUST PUT A NEEDLE IN YOUR ARM????

Let’s just say, yesterday started out like a normal day.  I was even feeling strong and energized having gone to the gym at 8:30.  But things changed while I was on the phone with my mom about 10:30.

All of a sudden, I couldn’t see.  One minute I was standing in my kitchen, just chatting away, and the next minute I was struggling to get my vision back.  It was like I had crossed my eyes and they wouldn’t go back.  I couldn’t focus on anything.  Mom suggested I sit down and close my eyes…I did, but still couldn’t see.  Her next directive was to hang up with her and call the doctor.

My vision cleared up after about 3 minutes, but my right eye still felt ‘heavy’….like there was something sitting on my eye socket and underneath.  My concern was not only fear-based, but that I was in the house alone with my kids. The general consensus…meaning mom and dad and the doctor, was that I head to the ER, just in case. 

When I explained my problem to the ER, they took me back right away and did a cat scan (thereby validating my concern)  The good news….the cat scan was clear.  The diagnosis: an ocular migraine. 

Here’s the thing:  I get headaches.  I get them often.  But they are usually focused in my temple or the base of my neck.  I have never had anything behind my eyes.  And I never did get a tremendous headache.  They gave me a nasty ‘migraine cocktail’ of benedryl, toridol (sp?) and regalen (sp?) (This was the moment when the nurse, as she watched my blood coming back out through the IV needle, said, ”I should probably have someone else check this….I hope that isn’t your artery.  Your veins and arteries really are close together.  No, it’s fine, the blood would be coming back out much more quickly.”  Comforting.  Truly.)  I spent the next half hour fighting the urge to vomit and sweating like I’d run a marathon.  The pressure around my eye has remained, though I did get some more sleep last night.

So, today, Delaney will learn to dial 911 in an emergency.  And I will get a little extra sleep.  And hope that never, ever happens again.

 

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