Our vacation to Key West

October 17, 2011 Leave a comment

I’ve had an unintentional hiatus from the blog recently. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because we were on vacation and I hate composing long updates on my iPhone.
At any rate, I had a few interesting insights from our trip to Key West that made me believe we should all look at the world like a toddler. Here they are in no particular order.

1. Flying is a piece of cake, especially if you can do it half-naked and pacified by Elmo videos and as much food as you can handle (God bless Elmo). It doesn’t hurt if you have someone to sleep on either.

2. My kid doesn’t complain about anything. Maybe he just doesn’t know any better, but if you had strep and hand, foot and mouth and looked like this:

wouldn’t you complain?

3. Boredom is often due to a lack imagination.

This is Bennett with a pile of cloths and some diapers.

Here he is with an empty toilet paper role:

Here he is with some pots and pans on a rainy day:

I rest my case.

4. There is no greater blessing than to share someone’s firsts:


Day care pick up

September 14, 2011 Leave a comment

This is the best part of every day:


September 13, 2011 1 comment

Another daycare drop-off story.  As I’m checking him in, I set him down and he quickly drops his blanket and gets a Lincoln Log out of a bin near the front door of the daycare.  He shows it to me, says “OOOoo!”  and I nod.  I ask him nicely to please put it back, but he decides to taste it and head for the front door.  I ask again to put it back and ask him to come here so we can head to his class.  The ladies behind the desk buzz the door open.  So now I’m holding the door with my leg while trying to steer B toward the open door.  He picks up his blanket while still holding the Lincoln log and puts it back on the floor just out of my reach.  In order to pick it up I have to let go of the door. 

I swear this is how he planned to keep that lincoln log.  As soon as I let go of the door to pick up his blanket he sprints through the door as it locks behind him. I look through the window to see him smiling at me holding the lincoln log.  The ladies behind the desk up front are laughing hysterically and admiring how fast he is.  They buzz me back through and B runs for his class laughing as I chase after him.

I did get the lincoln log back

B-man Hoedown

September 7, 2011 2 comments

He’s just missing a piece of straw between his teeth and a banjo…

I love my sweet pantless baby boogie.

B and music

September 1, 2011 Leave a comment

I know kids bob up and down to music.  B is no different, tapping his feet, moving his hands up and down, looking at you hoping you’ll join in.  While he likes the Silly Songs and naturally well known songbooks of kiddie tunes, he’s just as apt to dance to Danger Doom, Pearl Jam, Opeth, Rage, Alicia Keys, Madeliene Peryoux, or the Smiths.  He boogied in utero to Talking Heads and was happy to hear Mumford and Sons alongside the Smiths and Fleet Foxes.  

You see the car commercials of parents being embarrassed that they switch on the radio and some “Wheels on the Bus” version comes on to the jeers of friends.  Currently, I’m hearing “Crown of Thorns” from Pearl Jam and I can see B bobbing to it.  It’s unfortunate he’s inherited his father’s dancing skills.  But I hope he retains the eclectic nature of the music he hears in the car and at home.

Sad Eyes

August 29, 2011 Leave a comment

He was quiet but the look he gave me made me feel like I had done something so terrible I should live the rest of my life ashamed.  I would have taken the crying fit over that look, of eyes rimmed in tears and just hoping I wasn’t dropping him off again. 

I tried something new.  I let him walk, with his blue  blanket clutched around him, from the check in through the door to the hallway.  He was timid and it took a minute or so of coaxing just to see a few steps.  As I got into his classroom, he backed up against the door he had just come through.  I moved my hands and called his name.  Quietly and unsure, he stopped at the doorway and understood. 

God, it broke my heart.  Picking him up to get him in the classroom his cries were raw like the tears.  He’s been reverting to not going down easy and his hoarseness made it all the more unbearable. 

If we could change it B we would.  It may be that he’s getting older and understanding. It may be the onset of separation anxiety.  The only certainty I know is that he’s sad when I go. I know he’ll forget it soon as I pull the car away and he has a day full of friends and activities.  It’s too bad I won’t forget it as easily.

Dear Bennett’s Molars,

August 26, 2011 Leave a comment

You were clearly offended by my status update yesterday: “Dear Bennett, momma loves you so much, but if you could just cut these f-ing molars already, we’d all be a lot happier.”

I now know what happens when you piss off your kid’s molars and I’m here to offer an apology.

Look, I know it must be hard for you, being numbed by Orajel and Ibuprofen 80 percent of the time. I’m not an advocate for forced medication, but I’ve found myself in a bit of a pickle…either let my sweet baby turn into a screaming, sleep-depriving maniac, or numb you little bastards.

Ok, that was harsh. I take it back. Do you prefer “Pearly Whites?”

We’ve all said and done things we’re not proud of. I know it must be a hard life. I’m sure you feel unappreciated. After all, you’re going to live a short life of service, then it’s all “make way for the permanents.”

Wait, you didn’t know you would be replaced? See, there I go again.

Don’t cry teeth…you’re going to have a blast in Bennett’s mouth. Did I tell you the part about the Tooth Fairy and sugar? Part of the deal is that you can be all ruined by candy, cake and whatnot. I mean, carpe dentum, right?

Ok, here’s the deal, you give my son a break and make this teething thing a little easier and maybe I’ll rub a little whisky on you to “ease your way.”

Seriously molars. Let’s work together on this. I’m sleep deprived, you want to get all drunk and sugary.

We can BOTH win if we work together.


Bennett’s EXHAUSTED mommy

P.S. You either cooperate or so help me you’ll be so numbed by Orajel, pain killers and teething rings, you won’t remember your name when you reach the surface.

P.P.S. Also, you can forget about that whisky and sugar crap. What kind of mom do you think I am?!?!