there she goes talking about the kids again…

My parents house is a cute little house.  My Mom has it decorated with quirky little nick naks, antique furniture and pictures everywhere.  The whole house is just adorable with the exception of… the bathroom.  After living in the house for 14 years, the bathroom just got to be too much.  It was an embarrasment really, what with the half white half pink tub, brown tiled walls, a lighting fixture that was probably original to their 60 year house.  It was dirty beyond cleaning, dark, dingy and just… gross.  So, they spent ten days and ten thousand dollars on a renovation that gutted and completely redid their bathroom.  And boy, are they proud.  Yesterday was our bi-weekly family dinner and the first time that any of us kids had seen it.  But really, the best reactions were of my Nieces and Nephews…

3.5 yr old Nephew:   Wow!!!  Continued to run around the bathroom and touch everything and peer into cabinets.

5 yr old Niece:  Oh my!!  huge eyes, open mouthed gawking This is so nice!!

3 yr old Niece:  HEY!  You got a new towel!

 

conversations…

A conversation Jason and I had yesterday morning after I asked J if he had got up with Joey in the middle of the night because I didn’t hear him.  J confirmed he had, but it only took about 15 minutes to get him back down.  Aka, the reason why Men aren’t in charge of tracking baby milestones.

Me: Was he awake, awake, or was he just making noises in his sleep and you went into check and picked him up?
Jason: He was awake, awake. He was just sitting up in his crib kind of crying waiting for someone to come in.
Me: He was sitting up? Why didn’t you come get me?
Jason: Why would I come get you?
Me:  Um… maybe becaue it was the first time he sat up from lying down and I’d want to see it!
Jason: No it’s not, he’s been sitting up on his own for a couple of weeks now.
Me: No he hasn’t!!
Jason: Sure he has, he’s done it a bunch of times when he and I are playing on the floor.
Me: ?????

well… what did I know?

This week, during Joey’s six month appoinment in which we found out he’s a whopping 22lbs 11ounces, I found out he’s further along with his development then I originally thought.

Dr:  So, is he sitting on his own yet?
Me:  Kind of, not really, he doesn’t have really good balance yet.
Dr:  Well, let’s see.
Sits Joey on the table.  Joey sits.  And sits.  And sits.
Dr:  Um… he’s sitting REALLY good.
Me:  Oh!  I just thought he was supposed to sit BETTER at this age?
Dr:  Is he trying to crawl?
Me:  Well, he can kind of move around, but by rolling mostly, I don’t think he’ll crawl for a while.
Lies Joey on his tummy and Joey lifts himself up with his arms and starts crawling backwards into the corner.
Me:  Um…  nevermind…

max and ruby…

Okay – so, I’ve started to let Joey watch cartoons.  They’re not THAT bad, are they?  It gives Mommy a few moments of peace a day to do important things like wash the dishes and… er… surf the net ;)   I’m not new to cartoons.  I have plenty of nieces and nephews so I’m well versed on the who’s who of the Treehouse world.  One of the shows I’m not that into, but Joey seems to enjoy (of course) is Max and Ruby.  Seriously.  Where the heck are these kids parents?

That question is one that my siblings and I regularily discuss (sad, yes) as we try to figure out where they are.  You can google Where Are Max and Ruby’s parents and you’ll find a ton of pages dedicated to the topic.  People have plenty of theories, some are quite far fetched.  We’ve come up with some of our own.  Max and Ruby are latch key kids.  Alchoholics passed out on the couch.  The list goes on.  I decided to get to the bottom of it and asked the kids.  My Niece responded just with, there ARE no parents and became quite upset when I pushed the topic.  Like, she didn’t really want to think too hard about it – they just aren’t there, okay?

Then, I asked my 7 year old Nephew wondering what his thoughts were.  He thought about it, seemed as if he’d never noticed it before and finally, after a few moments said “I think that they’re dead”.

…..

Well then.  There you have it.

no choice…

When Jason and I were waiting at the Hosptial to be picked up.  A Woman came rushing in carrying a baby and crying.  There was an EMT walking beside her saying ‘Calm down, I’ll show you where it is…’ and off they ran down the hallway.  20 minutes later I saw her again, I was waiting in the pharmacy for Jason’s prescriptions and she came in searching for diapers.  There were only newborn sized. and she was distressed, shaking, holding back tears asking where she could buy size 5′s.  They directed her to the pharmacy down the street.  Five minutes later she was back, still shaking, more distressed looking at the diapers obviously trying to figure out if they could work.  I told her I had size three’s in the car, but it was around the corner.  She looked at me, pleading eyes, asking if I could bring them to her upstairs.  I felt horrible, terrible, but I couln’t.  Joey needed to be fed and I couldn’t make Jason sit in a car in the rain just after being released from the hospital because I could just imagine the pain he was in.  I apologized, told her I couldn’t but went to the shelf to see what we could find that would work.  There were adult sized Depends.   It seemed to be the closest thing that could work.  She looked doubtful, but I assured her she could make it work.  Her baby needed diapers, it’s better then nothing.  If it were my kid, I would have used them.  Then, she brought them to the cashier, $27,98!  I thought she was going to be sick right there.  I came up, pulled out my credit card and handed it to the cashier and told her I’d take care of it.  The woman through up her hands and said no, I can’t let you do that, the tears came in more.  I put my hands around her, told her that I wanted to do this, that I needed to do this for her baby.  I told her one year ago, I was in her shoes and asked her to please let me do this.  I started to cry, she cried.  I hugged her again, patted her back.  I didn’t do it to feel good, I did it because one year ago my life came crashing down around me and certain acts of kindness by strangers is what got me through it.  I did it because hopefully this one little insignificant action will lessen her burden.  I did it so she could go upstairs and hold her baby and sit with her Husband who was just brought in by ambulance. 

I did it because I had to.