Not Me Monday (A Mommy Blog)

It's been a few weeks since I participated, so here goes:

I did NOT spend the last 2 weeks getting ready for our local 'Just Between Friends' consignment sale & neglect to do the laundry. That said, I'm NOT staying up late tonight trying to tackle the 6 loads sitting in little piles all over my bedroom floor.

I did NOT feed G-Man pizza twice this weekend. Nope, NOT ME! I cook nutritious meals EVERY meal, 3 times a day. Um-hmmm, I sure do. I NEVER feed him junk food.

I did NOT go on a date with my Hubby last night, come home & hit the sack by midnight. Nope, we are party animals when Nana & Papa keep G-Man all night.

Speaking of G-Man, we have NOT been getting up with him at least once a night for the last few weeks. He also isn't getting up at the crack of dawn (0600). I picked up the phone this morning very carefully to see how last night went. Imagine my surprise when my mom gave me the good news. He did NOT sleep all night. In fact, he also did NOT sleep in until 7:20! Little Turkey!

I did NOT place G-Man in Hubby's Jeep to corral him while I swept out the garage & driveway. Who does that?? Don't they make Pack'nPlays for that very reason?

Well, until next time.... Why don't you give this 'Not Me Mommy' a whirl??

Lost in Translation: March Edition

Sorry for the delay in posting, all you faithful blog-stalkers. (All 4 of you)

G-Man is just talking away lately and I thought I'd share some of the newest words/phrases.

Tatoo fweetey: Thank you Sweety (Usually said as he is handing you something he knows he isn't supposed to have)

Ywuf you.....Mama (or Daddy): Love you. This is the cutest darn thing I've ever heard. It melts my heart every time.

Hepyou: Can I help you?

RockChair: Mama, I know you have to get to work in a hurry, but can you rock me in the rocking chair & let's snuggle for a few minutes before we go?

Free: 3

Firteen: 13

M&M tar: Well, I hate to admit it, at the risk of sounding like a redneck, but Nana lets him watch Nascar. (Please do not post any response related to the redneck statement, but Hubby & I have never been Nascar fans. We do not know which genetic branch this comes from.)

Nana & PaPa have purchased and M&Mtar HotWheels car & a ballcap. Now he really looks like a redneck (sorry again) walking around in the mornings with training pants, socks & a Nascar hat on. Next thing you know, he'll have a compound bow for huntin' & a dip of Copenhagen.

Amanance: Ambulance

PeaceTar: Police Car

Fo': Flo from 'Cars'. Yes we are still into Cars. I don't want to talk about it.

That's all I could think of for now. Here's a few updates on what we've been doing.

G-Man had his 1st trip to the dentist. My friend, M, is a dental hygenist & said the dentist she works for was great with kids. So off we went to Dr. M.

He was very calm, but a little distrusting. M let him ride on the chair, play with the big lights. She sprayed him with little puffs of air. She squirted water on the floor, me & then accidentally got him in the face. It was funny. She then let him play with the 'spit-sucker'. He loved it....

He would stick his tongue to it over & over. Overall a good trip. They didn't get to clean his teeth, but they didn't expect to either. Their goal was to get him familiar with the process & it worked.

Also, we went to the local TradesDays a couple of Saturdays ago. It was so pretty outside. The only thing we bought was 'Snot Rod' (from Cars, but I'm not talking about Cars). He fell asleep in the car on the way home, so I'll leave you with this sweet picture.

Until next time...

I dance with him... (A Mommy Blog)

I've been stalking a lot of blogs lately.

(If you want, leave your blog in my comments & I'll drop by sometime)

I'm overwhelmed by the terrible circumstances some of you are faced with:

Shaken Baby Syndrome

Infant Loss

Miscarriages

Infertility

Losing Wives

Losing Husbands

the list goes on and on.

I cry and sob through all of them, I'm so touched. My heart goes out to all of you. I don't know how I could drag myself out of bed every day, let alone go on with life, blog, be a wife & mother, etc.

Anyway, I've been thinking a lot about life.

I wonder how old is too old to rock G-Man in my lap while he takes a sippy cup before naps?

How old is too old for me to snuggle with him while reading?

I stroke his hair, I try to memorize every feature, every scratch, every eyelash, every bump, bruise, fingernail.

I know he will grow up someday & sitting in my lap will no longer be cool.

So, until then....

I dance with him.

When he wakes up from his nap, I go into his room, pick him up from his crib & we dance.

He snuggles his little blonde head into my neck, wraps his legs around my waist & we dance. Sometimes he pats and strokes my hair with his little chubby fingers.

It's heaven.

And I'll take it as long as it's offered.

I know I should hurry up & dress him so I can drop him off at the sitter on my way to work.

I know this.

But...

I dance with him. I don't care if I'm a few minutes late to work.

An overwhelming theme of a lot of blogs I read is to cherish the moments we have. So...

To all of you who have lost your babies. I'm thinking of you, honoring your children

when we're dancing.