Sunday, April 25, 2010

The Curious Case of Benjamin Baby E Button


The following occurred last week, while Baby E had an age appropriate friend over for a visit. It is while overhearing the following conversation exchange between Baby E and his friend, that I realized that perhaps Baby E spends a bit too much time with his mother.


GUEST: Let's have a snack or sumpin'...


BABY E: Absolutely! It is mid-morning, and if we have a snack now, our blood sugar will have enough time to even out before lunch.


GUEST: Ummm....ok....then...


BABY E: Let's have something light and refreshing, like apple juice and graham crackers. Sweet and tart is a wonderful combination!


GUEST: ........


BABY E: Here you go, here's your plate and cu......


GUEST: ooops....sorry...I spilled the juice...

BABY E: You're just lucky, young man, that this is dark carpeting.



Yeah, I think I'd better step up the play date schedule...

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

First Love



You are my first born, my first love. You are 15 today, and the emotion of that makes my throat so tight I can hardly stand it.

We've learned everything together. You've pulled me through, and I've pulled you through.

I actually believed I knew what love was, before you were born.

There needs to be a new word invented, for the ferociousness of the feeling I felt for you, when I held you in my arms for the very first time. And saw your face for the very first time. I literally gasped, your eyes were so blue. It was like one of those camera shots, where everything else was out of focus, and only one thing stood sharp and clear and in the center: you.

I have clapped at every first that you brought my way. Everything with you has been new, fresh, wonderful. It's a trail of firsts, that we've both cut together. I marvel at all of it, how could I not?

It's been wondrous and exciting and scary and shaky.

There is a reason that firstborn children are leaders, and doers, and shining stars: because they were the first ones in their parent's sky.

I love you, Alexander....and my voice will crack if I attempt to tell you more than that today.

I love you. And you might taste the tears that fell silently on your sandwich this morning while I packed the lunch of my firstborn son.




Happy Birthday, my sweet boy!
How I love you, Alexander.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Bil Keane Had It Goin' On



Many of you will immediately recognize the above cartoon, Family Circus, and think of its creator, Bil Keane. You will easily recognize the "Not Me" ghost pictured here. Not Me was often accompanied by his partners, I Don't Know, and Nobody. These 3 were always present at the site of broken vases, spilled juice, or after mud had been tracked into the house.

As a child, around the age of 8, I'd read Family Circus in the comic section of the Sunday paper. The bright colors of the strip, along with the guaranteed quick read in a few sentences always caught my eye, but every time I'd read it I'd think, "Lame. lame lame lame lame. Lame." I'd then announce to the closest person, sometimes to just the air, "Family Circus is so dumb." Heavy emphasis on the last letter "m," followed by an eye roll.

Last week, while at the library, my 8 year old son came across the Family Circus Treasury, the bible of Bil Keane's work. He had found it on the shelf, while looking for the cooler, hipper comics, like Foxtrot, and Calvin and Hobbes. The cool hip stuff was out, like much the rest of cool hip stuff in life is. So, he picked up the Family Circus, drawn to it by its simple white cover with a large colorful circle in the front. He had never heard of it. We took it home.

He sat on the sofa, feet up on the coffee table, flipping through the large volume quickly he pronounced it, "lame-o, lame-o, lame-o." It fell to the side of the coffee table.

I picked the heavy book up from the floor later that night, and sat and leafed through it. I began laughing. Like hard laughing. I went to show my husband. He recognized the cover, and remembered, "Oh, yeah, him. I always thought it was so dumb."

We sat together and read. And laughed. Family Circus was wasted on the foolish youth we were. We have now grown into Family Circus. It is for the parents we have now become.

Later that night while cleaning up the kitchen, my bare feet stepped on some sticky ketchup that had been left on the floor, right in front of the refrigerator, where it was visible to anyone. Anyone. "Who spilled ketchup all over the floor?!," I shouted. Boom. I had become the short black haired Mom on Family Circus. All 3 boys came running, and right on cue, they began down the line."Not me," said the oldest. "I don't know," said the middle boy, "Nobody," said the youngest.

Bil Keane, Sir, please consider this my public apology here to you, today, in front of the world. Bil Keane, you were not lame! In fact, you rocked at this parenting gig!

And to Family Circus, to quote the Na'vi in Avatar, " I see you! I see you!"
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Bill Keane is now 87 years old and is happily living in Arizona, enjoying the heck out of the children of his 5 children. He has also graciously accepted my humble apology.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Mouthy Housewives


My letter requesting help from Mouthy Housewives is published at their site today. I questioned the warning signals as to when and if Mommy needs to head to Blogger Rehab ["When does Mommy Have a Computer Addiction?".] You say you've never visited there? Oh, well, do not be consuming any sort of hot beverage at the time of your visit, because these sistas are cuh-razy.

Mouthy Housewives is a tongue in cheek advice column site, with letters of pseud0-concern answered by 4 very extremely beyond funny women. There are 4 major generous- with- their- advice divine prophetesses, along with equally hilarious guest advisers also offering their 10 cents worth (2 cents worth?! come on, they're a class act.) The comments are just as LOL, ROFL, LMFAO, ROFLMFAO funny as the divine advice posted.

Please pop over, and if you relate to any of the comments, or if you even find yourself nodding maniacally in agreement amid cries of "Yes!oh my precious goodness YES!", well, then it may be time to realize denial is not just a river in Egypt. Their advice to me today left me with a false sense of relief, which is all any of us are asking for anyway. As Fleetwood Mac sang it,"tell me lies, tell me sweet litle lies." Please.

Now, put that coffee down, and let me know what you think.


"Mouthy Housewives. Neglecting our families to give you advice since 2009."

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Happy Birthday To You!!

Believe it or not, Baby E embedded this video of his favorite song into his birthday post here today. Don't ask me how he knew to do that. But, anyway, he did, and it's his Birthday. Happy Birthday, honey!!

[Please play video while reading for maximum heart tug effect :)]



We danced to your favorite song today. It was your birthday, and we were home alone, and we had the volume turned up as loud as we could stand it. And while we danced, I wished that this song would never end.

We were dancing and laughing, and you suddenly stopped and looked at me, and said, "Mom, it looks like you're going to cry..."

I answered, "No...no, this isn't crying. It's laughter through tears, and it's the best feeling in the world. It means my heart is so full it can't hold anymore."

Which must've made perfect sense to you, because you went right back into the song as if you had never left it. And so did I.


Happy Birthday, Baby E. When you saw me getting quiet while I watched you open your presents today, it's because I couldn't believe I'm the one who gets to be your mommy.

See this picture of us together? See my face? That's the way you make me feel. Everyday.
Like I won the lottery.

I love you.

Happy Birthday!



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