Early morning, Thursday--breakfast time (day two of operation "get son to drink new smoothie drink).
Levi: What you making me mom? What we gonna eat?
Mom: How about you try this smoothie? It's delicious. It has banana! Max and Jake LOVE smoothies.
Levi: Noooooooooo! No mom. I don't like smoothie. I want peanut butter and toast.
Mom: Okay, you can have peanut butter and toast and you can just try the smoothie. You can have both. Just one sip of smoothie!
Levi: I don't WANT a smoothie. Just peanut butter. And toast.
Mom: Sorry little dude. No peanut butter and toast without smoothie. You eat way too much toast.
Levi: I don't LIKE smoothie.
Mom: You've never even TRIED smoothie. Try it, you'll like it. Hey, if you don't just try ONE SIP of smoothie, you aren't eating toast.
Levi: (head cocked to one side, contemplating) Well...... what do I get if I don't have smoothie and toast? Cereal Bar?!? I love cereal bar.
Mom: No, I don't have any cereal bar. We are all out. But you can have a smoothie! Yummm, banana.
Levi: (falls on floor in fit of hysteria, crying etc...) ahhhhhh! I WANT a cereal bar....Please mom, please. i NEED it. Cereal baarrrrrr.....a*(@^_%Q*!!
Mom: (cringing) Okay, okay, forget it. Just toast, with peanut butter.
Levi: Okay! Yummy. I love toast. And Peanut butter.
End Scene.
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Thursday, March 10, 2011
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Happy Labor Day(s) !
Holy Belly Batman! June 2008
I remember June 23rd, 2008. I woke up that morning, and I was FINALLY having some contractions. The kid was already 10 days late by then. We had tried everything we could think off to bring on the labor (3 days of eggplant parmesan, spicy foods, walking walking walking, just relax!, massage, and on and on and on) and I thought for sure he would be here by the end of the evening. My parents, Kevin and I decided to have a celebratory IHOP mid-morning meal, and the entire time I blissfully ate pancakes and oj in an attempt to fuel my body for the hard work to come.
The day passed slowly. The contractions came, went, came went. Stopped. I kept waiting for them to come back, and waited and waited. When they finally returned, it was 3am of the 24th of June and I knew, just knew he was on his way.
Well, we all know how that turned out--so much for mother's intuition.
as everyone around me kept repeating (incessantly I might add)..."He can't stay in there forever". And I knew this. But darn it. it wasn't following my plan. my carefully constructed "this is how my labor and delivery will happen" plan that I had spent months organizing, packing for, and anticipating. I should have just napped all day,(oh my god, when was the last time we could just nap the day away?!?), maybe enjoyed a bubble bath, or read a novel in one sitting, instead of stressing and driving myself, and everyone around me bonkers. because clearly my plan was drifting wildly off course and there was not a darn thing I could do about it.
Two days later, we finally welcomed our bubbalou into the world. (and my carefully constructed "plans", HA. That is all I will say about that. HA HA HA)
This was the first time my infant son taught me a valuable lession--and after the year we had, it has certainly not been the last.
Right now, our family unit is going through another waiting game. And I try to tell myself that once again, there is not a darn thing we can do about it.
And as hard as it is to see our carefully constructed plans unravel, watching our son playing and running and just enjoying life inspires me to try my very best to take each day as a gift and enjoy every moment.
So thanks Levi Boo! and Happy Labor Day(s) to me!
I remember June 23rd, 2008. I woke up that morning, and I was FINALLY having some contractions. The kid was already 10 days late by then. We had tried everything we could think off to bring on the labor (3 days of eggplant parmesan, spicy foods, walking walking walking, just relax!, massage, and on and on and on) and I thought for sure he would be here by the end of the evening. My parents, Kevin and I decided to have a celebratory IHOP mid-morning meal, and the entire time I blissfully ate pancakes and oj in an attempt to fuel my body for the hard work to come.
The day passed slowly. The contractions came, went, came went. Stopped. I kept waiting for them to come back, and waited and waited. When they finally returned, it was 3am of the 24th of June and I knew, just knew he was on his way.
Well, we all know how that turned out--so much for mother's intuition.
as everyone around me kept repeating (incessantly I might add)..."He can't stay in there forever". And I knew this. But darn it. it wasn't following my plan. my carefully constructed "this is how my labor and delivery will happen" plan that I had spent months organizing, packing for, and anticipating. I should have just napped all day,(oh my god, when was the last time we could just nap the day away?!?), maybe enjoyed a bubble bath, or read a novel in one sitting, instead of stressing and driving myself, and everyone around me bonkers. because clearly my plan was drifting wildly off course and there was not a darn thing I could do about it.
Two days later, we finally welcomed our bubbalou into the world. (and my carefully constructed "plans", HA. That is all I will say about that. HA HA HA)
This was the first time my infant son taught me a valuable lession--and after the year we had, it has certainly not been the last.
Right now, our family unit is going through another waiting game. And I try to tell myself that once again, there is not a darn thing we can do about it.
And as hard as it is to see our carefully constructed plans unravel, watching our son playing and running and just enjoying life inspires me to try my very best to take each day as a gift and enjoy every moment.
So thanks Levi Boo! and Happy Labor Day(s) to me!
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