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Oh, the things this kid says

I was driving the other day, and had accelerated so I could change lanes without cutting another driver off. From the backseat I hear, “Mama! Slow DOWN!”


I’m getting a new bicycle! This weekend we were at one bike shop looking at them, and left to go to another bike shop that was across the parking lot. I decided to walk with O, and told him we were going to go look at more bikes across the parking lot. So as we’re walking through the parking lot he’s jabbering, “Mo’ bike! Cars backing up!” Suddenly he stops and tries to pull me back in the direction we came from, “Bikes THIS way!” “No, dude, bikes are this way, through the parking lot. Come on, we have to go, daddy drove the car, we have to go find him.” He stands still for a minute and says, “(something I couldn’t make out but will assume it was “are you”) kidding me mama?” I looked at him and said, “No, I’m not kidding you. Let’s get moving!”


He cracks me up. Every.single.day.

He’ll be two on Sunday, and to be perfectly honest, I’m amazed. He amazes me. All the time.



Filed under O, parenting, toddler

Mornings in the Life V 2.0 house

I’m not a morning person. Never have been. I married a morning person. Maude love him. My child is a morning person. Maude help me.

Our M,W, Th, and Fri morning routine is actually very sweet, disparate morning preferences notwithstanding:

Kidlet wakes up somewhere between 5:30 a.m. and 6:30 a.m. (UGH). Either I, or kidlet’s dad will go retrieve him from his room and bring him into our bed where he will nurse for a little while. (I am able to lie there mostly half-asleep.) Then his dad takes him and gets him dressed and breakfasted. I stay in bed and attempt to sleep.

When it’s time to take kidlet off to daycare he will receive instruction to, “Go say bye-bye to Mama,” and I’ll hear him come into the bedroom where he might climb onto the bed to give me a kiss, and say, “Bye-bye, Mama.” Or he’ll be carried into the room to say goodbye and blow me kisses.

I love that most mornings he is happy and excited to go off to daycare. I also love that I married someone who is sympathetic of my desire to catch a little more sleep when I can.


Filed under life balance, parenting

Milestones in parenting

So, Tuesday I was worried about leaving kidlet ALL DAY LONG, and wondering if I should go visit him at daycare. I decided not to because I figured going to daycare to see him was really more for me than for him, and I didn’t want to interfere in what was probably going to be a fine situation. And you know what? He was fine. He had a blast with his caregiver – he showed her all his toys, he got a bubble bath, and he went to sleep without any problems. He didn’t even know we weren’t here.

I think this is an awesome milestone I have reached as a parent. I know that his dad and I aren’t the only people who can care for him, but nights have been rough in this house for the past 2 years. Really, really rough. We probably could have done things differently to make them less rough, but whatever. We’re first time parents who are doing the best we can, and hoping our best doesn’t fuck him up any more than most kids might be. And finding a babysitter has been something I haven’t been ready to deal with because of the night challenges. I wasn’t sure how to find a sitter by saying, “Sometimes he wakes up 20 minutes after he goes down, and will continue to wake every 40 minutes for the rest of the night. You can handle that, right?” Because I was having trouble handling it, I didn’t feel right asking someone else to handle it. Projection, I know.

Anyway, his daycare provider has indicated that she would love to sit for him whenever she’s available, and I’m kind of excited about the opportunities this opens up for ME. Concerts, roller derby matches, Anthony Bourdain is coming to town…all of this stuff that for the past 2 years I’ve read wistfully about, is totally possible now. It’s a crazy feeling.

Know what else is crazy? My new haircut.


This is what it looked like before:


And just for fun: kidlet’s butt under a chair.


Next week I’ll talk about the 12th & Delaware screening.

Exciting stuff, ya’ll.

What was exciting and new in your week?


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1st kid neuroses – I have ’em!

Today kidlet will get dropped off at daycare, and I won’t see him again until he wakes up tomorrow (Wednesday) morning. (Let me be clear that he will wake up around 3 a.m. It will, technically, be morning.)

Usually, on Tuesday I pick him up from daycare around 5 and home we go. Tomorrow though, the mister and I are going to Richmond to attend a screening of 12th and Delaware. In order to get there for the 6:30 p.m. start time, I’ll need to leave just shy of 5 p.m. I won’t be picking O up. Instead his daycare provider will be finishing her day, and bringing him home. She’ll feed him dinner, and put him to bed. (Hopefully without event.)

I’m really looking forward to seeing this documentary, and am very sure I’m leaving him in very capable hands. But I’m hardly gonna see my kid at all tomorrow. It’s a first for me.

In fact, I’m sitting here in the living room, kidlet is not more than 20 feet away from me in his room, and I miss him. (These are special circumstances, cut me some slack.) I want to sneak in there and watch his little chest rise and fall as he breathes…see his eyelashes resting on his little cheeks…WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?

I’m having an internal debate about going to see him for a little bit tomorrow afternoon. I worry that I will make his day worse if I do that though, since typically when I show up to get him he hugs my knees and heads straight for his cubby, where he grabs his bag and starts waving good-bye to everyone. Clearly, when I show up, it’s time to go. If I go visit him, am I trying to make HIS day better, or am I trying to make MY day better? Ugh.

This will also be the…2nd time he’s been put to bed by someone other than me or his dad. Bedtimes haven’t been any sort of picnic in this house (Getting him to sleep is easier now – but the art of keeping him asleep? Well, I’m still waiting for that ship to come in.), and we just got stuck in this “we’re the only ones who should have to do this” rut. So now I have this vision of him being confused and sad because we’re not around, and WE put him to bed and OHMAHMAUDE, WHAT ARE THEY DOING TO ME?!!?!? running around in his little head.


He’ll be fine. I know this. I need to get through it, so I can do it again, and NOT be stressed out about it.




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I stand with Planned Parenthood


I’m absolutely disgusted at the action taken by the House of Representatives on Friday to remove all Federal funding from Planned Parenthood, and to kill Title X.

Planned Parenthood offers SO MUCH health care to communities that no one else can, or does offer services to. And I don’t  know WHY we are even arguing about the benefit of family planning. What in the hell is wrong with giving people (men AND women) the tools to…wait for it….wait for it…plan parenthood?

Hillary Clinton knocks it out of the park.

Here’s a list of the Representatives who jumped the aisle to vote with the Pence Amendment, and those that jumped the aisle to vote against it. If your Representative is on this list, contact them and let them know how you feel. It doesn’t need to be complicated, or fancy. A simple, “That you for standing up for family planning, and voting against the Pence Amendment.” Or “I’m very disappointed that you chose to disregard the value of comprehensive family planning and low-cost or no-cost preventative health care, and vote with the Pence Amendment. I urge you to support all access to family planning in the future.” It’s important that those of us who are unhappy SPEAK UP.

What else can you do? Stand with Planned Parenthood. Sign up for action alerts and sign your name to every letter they ask you to send. Visit Pro-Choice America and sign up there, too.

Take a few minutes and listen to these amazing Representatives speak against the Pence Amendment.

Rep. Gwen Moore (D-WI)

Rep. Jackie Speier (D-CA)

Rep. Louise Slaughter (D-NY)

I have been a Planned Parenthood patient, so I am personally invested in this. But I also believe passionately, and UNEQUIVOCALLY that women MUST be able to control their reproduction in order to be wholly autonomous beings.

I am pro-child, pro-family, pro-choice, and I stand with Planned Parenthood.


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When to call the doctor?

I’m the type of person who goes to the doctor when I’m in pain, or I think I’m about to die. If either of those conditions aren’t present, I figure, “Eh…it will run its course eventually.” It works for me.

I’m not sure this is a good way to be for the kidlet though. Earlier this month, when he was running a fever, I waited four days to take him to the doctor. Then last week when he was throwing up, I struggled with calling the doctor at 2 o’clock in the morning. “Is this really an emergency? I hate to make a big deal out of something if it’s nothing…” I’m still not convinced that O needed to go to the ER (I think of the ER as the avenue of last resort, when death is imminent), but it was probably the best decision for the time.

As a result of all the illness this little kid has been fighting what little sleep he was getting prior (My kid’s a shit sleeper. I’ve mostly come to terms with it. Mostly.) to getting sick has been whacked all the hell out. I think the longest stretch he’s slept in the last 3 weeks has been 3 hours. (Which also means that’s the longest I’ve slept for.) Anyway, yesterday he started getting clingy again. And he added screaming to the mix.

The screaming bothers me. O has never been a fussy kid. He’s never been a screamy kid. He’s a completely little happy, chill dude. Even when he’s tired, sick, or cranky. But yesterday? I couldn’t change his diaper without him screeching and throwing himself off the changing pad. And I couldn’t console him. No hugs, no nursing, no walking with him. Nothing helped. He was like this all day. And then last night? He woke up screaming at about 2a.m. after having been asleep since midnight. (And then proceeded to nurse and nap, and not let me put him down until 4 a.m.)

So, the screaming. He’s at it again this morning. Screaming doesn’t seem like a reason to go to the doctor. But it’s incredibly uncharacteristic of my child. And he’s been sick so long, and it’s a holiday weekend. Is he in pain? Teething? Normal developmental milestone?

I don’t know what to do.

What would you do?


Filed under life balance, O, parenting

Night at the ER is not AT ALL like “Night at The Museum”

There were NO cute little historical representations coming to life…no interesting interpretations of ancient events unfolding…in fact, there was nothing clever about it at all.

There, however, was a LOT of baby vomit.

To be accurate, the vomit actually started before we went to the ER.

Poor O. Kid can’t catch a break. He’s been sick for almost 3 weeks now. It started with what I thought were teething snots, and turned into a high fever brought on by 2 ear infections and a sinus infection. All infections stubbornly refused to resolve with one course of antibiotic, so another, stronger antibiotic was prescribed for round 2. Antibiotics brought on a lovely case of the runny poops, which is no fun for anyone. And just when I thought he was a-ok; no runny poop, better appetite, no fever, and the return of his normal cheery disposition – WHAM – persistent vomiting.

Hell-oooo sicky baby.

He was having trouble sleeping last night, waking up every 30-40 minutes to be comforted, until around 10:30 when he was just UP. No interest in sleep at all. He wanted to nurse and run around. So, ok. It’s not ideal, but as I’ve learned, can’t force a kid to sleep. So nurse and run around he did, until he fell asleep and I laid him in his crib around midnight. I was patting his back when I felt his little tummy start to heave. Sheet, jammie, and mama clothes change #1. We did two more rounds of this, and then I got in the shower with him because we both smelled AWFUL. And he barfed some more in the shower. 😦

Pretty much every 15-20 minutes for 3 hours he was bringing something up. Initially it was lunch, milk, water…and then it just turned into dry heaves with a little bile. I called his doctor; waited 45 minutes for a return call (more on that in a minute) and decided that since the heaving wasn’t stopping, it was off to the ER we were going.

We’re only a half mile or so the hospital, so we were able to time it that he didn’t puke in his carseat (I’ve very thankful for that), and since it’s a small hospital and it was 3:30 in the morning, he got to go right back and get checked. Which involved a rectal thermometer, which didn’t phase him at all. He’s such a trooper when he doesn’t feel good.

Anyway, the doctor gave him some Zofran (to stop the puking) and sent us home about an hour later. There was no diagnosis other than, “Eh…probably some sort of virus.” Which is mostly ok – we went to the ER to stop the puking, but some diagnostic effort might have been nice. Turns out there are 2 other kids, and one of the caregivers at his sitter’s battling the same thing.

So, the doctor on call last night (who I called) was O’s regular doc, which I was glad to hear when I called his answering service, because he’s been treating O for the last few weeks. Unfortunately the doctor didn’t hear his pages last night, and didn’t know we were at the ER until this morning. He called around 10:30a.m. to apologize, and to see how we were doing. I’m kind of conflicted about this. I really like the type of care O gets from his doctor; he integrates a lot of holistic care into his practice, but I am not really happy about his missing his pages. I mean, I know to go to the ER in an emergency, etc. I called the answering service twice to tell them we hadn’t heard from the doctor, and finally to let them know we were just going to the ER. So his answering service tried to contact him at least 3 times. I dunno. I’ll have to think about it some more.

Anyway, the kidlet hasn’t puked since the medicine. He’s sleepy, but in reasonable spirits. Napping now…which is what I’m off to do too. Poor guy though, he has had one hell of a rough month.


Filed under O, parenting