Category Archives: Kids
>This week was kind of a mixed bag. On the one hand, we made it through the week without any freak outs from people at work. On the other hand, technical issues kept us from completing many of the tasks that I felt should have been completed.
I had a sonogram on Monday, and Jack is perfect is every way and exactly where he ought to be growth wise. As I imagined, the doctor felt that my blood sugar scores were entirely too low. That led to a call from my Diabetes counselor who basically said eat more carbs, keep a food log, no sweets at all ever in your life, and keep a log of your physical activity. Frankly, I don’t like her. If I want to have one or two cookies I don’t think that is a problem. My scores are always really low anyway and I don’t think having something I like once or twice a week is going to kill me or hurt the baby.
My husband and I went to see a play on Thursday at the Straz Center for the Arts. I plan to write about it next. I liked it though I’ll admit it through me for at least one loop. It’s another enjoyable performance by the Jobsite Theater.
Now that the weekend is upon us, Max and Annie are here. Max has been solidly whiny about everything and I have no idea why. He reminds me of someone else, but I suppose it’s not very nice to say who. I just don’t know what his issue is. I made breakfast, it was something he asked for, and he refused to eat it. He dropped a bagel into his lap and then looked at me as if I had done it. He even went so far as to say “Nice. NOW I have to change my shorts.” I never would have dreamed of speaking to my mother that way and I finally sent him from the table and told him that I didn’t care if he was hungry later, I’m not feeding him again until the rest of us are ready for lunch.
My husband and I have appointments with my mother and her office for a facial later. If you haven’t visited her skin care blog yet, I encourage you to do so. She knows her stuff and she writes from a very genuine place. Her blog is at http://www.tampafacials.com/blog. If you are in the Tampa area and are interested in knowing more about her services, let me know or comment on her blog.
>As you know, I don’t spend an awful lot of time talking about my children. I’m not a mommy-blogger and I don’t really think I would ever want to be. This blog post will be a little different because it is about Annie.
Annika just turned 7 on Valentine’s Day. She’s absolutely adorable, but beyond that she’s very much an individual. She likes to be different. She likes to dress like a girl, but she wants to hang out with the boys. She worries about bullies, but she swears she won’t let them push around her friends. She’s decided that she is a werewolf and she’s not kidding.
Annie recently had a “boyfriend.” My mother completely freaked out. I didn’t. I really don’t think that it’s a big deal. I don’t see any point in decreeing that she not have a boyfriend. At this point, they just play together on the playground anyway. I think it’s normal and healthy for children to express curiosity in the opposite sex and I think it gives us an opportunity to help her develop a pattern of positive behavior and choices.
Children see adults and they are aware that some of us date. They are curious about it and they want to be like us, so they imagine what it’s like to have a boyfriend or girlfriend. They pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend or moms and dads, but they also pretend to be doctors, cashiers, and cowboys. It’s a natural part of growing up.
Do I want Annie to start planning her wedding? No, not at all. Annika isn’t planning anything either. She looked at me sadly at told me they broke up. It seems he didn’t like Michael Jackson, so it never could have worked out.
>Mother’s day is not my favorite day of the year. I actually hate it, for the most part. This year might have changed all that. The week before mother’s day I received a potted plant from my mother. It was a Caladium. The cats ate it. They ate it the moment I set it down. I moved the nice pot and the plant to a place where I thought they couldn’t get to it. I was wrong. I found the smashed plant on the ground with the nice pot smashed to smithereens. The cats were quite smug. I gathered all that remained of the plant and put it in a tupperware container. I put the plant outside by the front door, breaking one of the lease rules, and hoped my lovely plant would survive. She is doing alright for now.
On Mother’s Day, I got a hot cup of nothing. I did get a call from my mother and my son, but nothing else. I called my daughter and she was told to tell me happy mother’s day. I was too busy to pout about it.
This past Friday, my son arrives with flowers in hand and a card. I was so blown away by the flowers that I completely failed to look at the card. The flowers were blue. They had to be. My son would have it no other way. My favorite color is blue and therefore nothing else will do. His poor step mother went to 3 different florists looking for something, anything, blue. Not purple. Only true blue would do.
The neglected card sat in my car until this morning. I was waiting for a doctor’s appointment and I saw it. I picked it up and knew immediately that I had to share it with you.
The front says “Mom” and has a picture of him and I that he drew.
The second page is entitled “All about mom.” Here are some fun facts about me, according to my son.
- “My mom has brown chocolate hair and brown eyes.
- She is 7 feet 85 inches tall.
- I think she is very pretty when she is making me food.
- Her favorite drink is water. (He answered that his step mom’s was wine.)
- Sometimes she gets mad when I say “Whatever!”
- But she loves it when I don’t say “Whatever!”
- I love my mom because she loves me and my sister so much. I’m her heart.
I’ll admit, the last one made me want to cry.
Max then wrote me a poem. I’m sharing it with you.
DRINK THE POWER OF LIFE!