This is one of the reasons I can't wait to be a parent - for priceless stories like this. My sister called moments ago to tell us this story of her precious daughter who just turned 3 this week.
Ava and her Daddy were outside playing in the swimming pool. She had a little wand that changed colors in the water - well Dad was playing with it and somehow broke it. He apologized to Ava and her response was "It's OK Daddy....you broke my wand....Dammit". He then told her they don't use words like that in their family (ummmm.....well maybe not when they think she can hear them).
She got out of the pool, went around to the side of the house and began to sing a little tune (She and her Daddy sing a lot together), with the following words. "Daddy broke my wand....I said Dammit, I got in trouble...la la la, Dammit Dammit Dammit....la la la"
Her Daddy found her and let her know that it's still a bad word.....even if you're singing it.
What a wonderful memory, the first time your child uses a bad word! ;) I love it.
Now, if she could just sing that little tune in public the memory would be even MORE priceless!!
These are the moments that parenthood is made of!
Monday, June 29, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Dream
The dreams of a pregnant woman are seriously nuts, now I have crazy dreams each night but this one really takes the cake. I've been dreaming about having the baby and what he will look like. Last night he was alive and well, living in my purse.
Yep! He lived in my big red purse like a little teacup poodle. In my dream he was watching me sing with my chorus (that I had to give up and I'm missing SO much!) and bobbing his head to the music.
Here's the disturbing part; there is a teeny tiny part of me that worries that somehow at the fertility clinic the sperm got mixed up and this baby will be half Becky and half Indian baby instead of Mike. In our two years going there the only other people we ever saw were Indian couples....so there's a little bit of me that worries about that. In my dream this baby had black skin, long stringy black hair and was SO skinny and shriveled like a little old Indian man. But I still adored him, then after the rehearsal he came out of my purse to let me carry him and he turned into a typical Maguire baby - huge head, big blue eyes, completely bald, and nice and chunky.....but, a girl.
4 more weeks and then we'll get to see what he really looks like!
Yep! He lived in my big red purse like a little teacup poodle. In my dream he was watching me sing with my chorus (that I had to give up and I'm missing SO much!) and bobbing his head to the music.
Here's the disturbing part; there is a teeny tiny part of me that worries that somehow at the fertility clinic the sperm got mixed up and this baby will be half Becky and half Indian baby instead of Mike. In our two years going there the only other people we ever saw were Indian couples....so there's a little bit of me that worries about that. In my dream this baby had black skin, long stringy black hair and was SO skinny and shriveled like a little old Indian man. But I still adored him, then after the rehearsal he came out of my purse to let me carry him and he turned into a typical Maguire baby - huge head, big blue eyes, completely bald, and nice and chunky.....but, a girl.
4 more weeks and then we'll get to see what he really looks like!
Monday, June 22, 2009
Vindication
You know, living life as a fluffy girl is not the easiest thing. People are mean and say the most hurtful things. I've been fluffy since about the age of 12 (damn that puberty!), so I'm pretty used to the comments but every now and then I get one that really makes me stop and get upset.
I sometimes have flashbacks of dating boys who always said something to the effect of "If you were thin I'd marry you"....one guy once told me, "you're such a cool girl I could totally puke in front of you and not be embarrassed"..whatever. Then there is always the old women who shake their heads and say with sigh, "such a pretty face"...as if it was wasted on me and not a skinny girl with an ugly face. I think the worst however has to be the woman who had known me 10 minutes before she looked me up and down and matter of factly stated, "have you always been this fat and do you plan to remain this fat"?
It has always shocked me to hear this behavior and comments that comes from GROWN people. You would think they would know better, the whole "if you can't say something nice" lesson comes to mind.
I give children 5 and under a pass because they just say what they see and as a preschool teacher I hear from someone everyday, "Why are you fat and that teacher isn't?" It's not hateful its just a question to which I always answer, "some people are fat, and others aren't", and that is just the plain old truth!
So today....as I was coming out of an appointment a young teenager (I'm guessing about 12) IPOD in her ears and texting on her phone as I walked by said very loudly for all to hear, "Wow that lady is FAT!" now....I have heard this MANY times in my life but today was the first time I stopped, turned around, looked her dead in the eye and said .... "I'M 8 MONTHS PREGNANT!!", and stood there...until she said, "Oh sorry". Ah ha!!! The best part was the smack on the head given to her by her mother followed by the phrase "that will teach you to think before you say something".
Don't mess with the fat pregnant lady......you won't win. ;)
I sometimes have flashbacks of dating boys who always said something to the effect of "If you were thin I'd marry you"....one guy once told me, "you're such a cool girl I could totally puke in front of you and not be embarrassed"..whatever. Then there is always the old women who shake their heads and say with sigh, "such a pretty face"...as if it was wasted on me and not a skinny girl with an ugly face. I think the worst however has to be the woman who had known me 10 minutes before she looked me up and down and matter of factly stated, "have you always been this fat and do you plan to remain this fat"?
It has always shocked me to hear this behavior and comments that comes from GROWN people. You would think they would know better, the whole "if you can't say something nice" lesson comes to mind.
I give children 5 and under a pass because they just say what they see and as a preschool teacher I hear from someone everyday, "Why are you fat and that teacher isn't?" It's not hateful its just a question to which I always answer, "some people are fat, and others aren't", and that is just the plain old truth!
So today....as I was coming out of an appointment a young teenager (I'm guessing about 12) IPOD in her ears and texting on her phone as I walked by said very loudly for all to hear, "Wow that lady is FAT!" now....I have heard this MANY times in my life but today was the first time I stopped, turned around, looked her dead in the eye and said .... "I'M 8 MONTHS PREGNANT!!", and stood there...until she said, "Oh sorry". Ah ha!!! The best part was the smack on the head given to her by her mother followed by the phrase "that will teach you to think before you say something".
Don't mess with the fat pregnant lady......you won't win. ;)
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
EEEE
Seriously, that's what the scale said this morning. EEEE??? What does that mean? I've exceeded the weight limit on the scale? I am well aware that I am not, and have never been a skinny little girl, I didn't start this pregnancy thin, but the last time I looked I'd only gained 17 pounds. So, as this child starts to gain 1/2 pound per week I wanted to see what was going on.
It didn't say ERR which it says when you step on it wrong, and it didn't give me a number of any kind - just EEE. I was afraid it might break if I stayed on too long, so I got off.
I'm going to make scales for fat girls that never say ERR or EEE! Just something like OOPS! or TRY AGAIN.
I thank god for a husband who married me for my personality and not my weight. He NEVER even brings it up! Maybe I should reconsider forcing him to wear those glasses of his!
It didn't say ERR which it says when you step on it wrong, and it didn't give me a number of any kind - just EEE. I was afraid it might break if I stayed on too long, so I got off.
I'm going to make scales for fat girls that never say ERR or EEE! Just something like OOPS! or TRY AGAIN.
I thank god for a husband who married me for my personality and not my weight. He NEVER even brings it up! Maybe I should reconsider forcing him to wear those glasses of his!
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Latest Pics of Erik!
This will be our last set of 4-D pics so we were hoping for a cooperative baby! We got one! He was all about showing his face for almost 30 minutes until he was done, once he was done he put his hand up, in front of his face as if to say..."ENOUGH!" and then we never saw his face again.
It was fun to see all these chubby cheek pics of him.....can't wait to meet him for real!
Becky
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Do I REALLY need it?
I've reached a point in this pregnancy where big decisions must be made about things that fall on the floor. I can no longer just bend over and pick things up, there is a large, hard belly in the middle that no longer bends and I'm afraid I may snap the baby in half if I bend over too quickly.
I have to decide if I REALLY need an item, this morning was keys that I dropped - yep, needed those, had to go to work - got 'em with a hanger! On Saturday I dropped the TV remote, I just watched the same channel until someone walked through the room and could get it for me.
Yesterday I went to Long's to get some things for Mom and I had her credit card in my bra since my hands were full....oh stop, you keep things there too, of course I'm still waiting for the boobies to come in and since they haven't, there was plenty of room and the card fell out of my bra, down my shirt and to the floor of Long's, where I stood holding items and staring at this credit card (and you know how hard those are to pick up when you're NOT pregnant!) wondering how to slowly kick it to the cash register where someone might have pity on me and help me get it. Kicking it didn't work with my shoe of choice lately, flip flops, so I slid it under my shoe dragged my foot all the way to the register (looking like something out of a horror movie I'm sure) where there was another pregnant lady, but with an older child who saw my predicament and ordered her 5 year old to get the card for me. Thank goodness for those who have gone before me and understand.
I have to decide if I REALLY need an item, this morning was keys that I dropped - yep, needed those, had to go to work - got 'em with a hanger! On Saturday I dropped the TV remote, I just watched the same channel until someone walked through the room and could get it for me.
Yesterday I went to Long's to get some things for Mom and I had her credit card in my bra since my hands were full....oh stop, you keep things there too, of course I'm still waiting for the boobies to come in and since they haven't, there was plenty of room and the card fell out of my bra, down my shirt and to the floor of Long's, where I stood holding items and staring at this credit card (and you know how hard those are to pick up when you're NOT pregnant!) wondering how to slowly kick it to the cash register where someone might have pity on me and help me get it. Kicking it didn't work with my shoe of choice lately, flip flops, so I slid it under my shoe dragged my foot all the way to the register (looking like something out of a horror movie I'm sure) where there was another pregnant lady, but with an older child who saw my predicament and ordered her 5 year old to get the card for me. Thank goodness for those who have gone before me and understand.
Breastfeeding 101
My doctor swore to me that if I didn't go to the breastfeeding class offered by Kaiser then I wouldn't be allowed to take my baby home. By the attendance in the class I doubt that's true, but Mike and I dutifully showed up last night anyway.
I have to admit I did wonder, how can "Put the baby on your boob and let them suck" could possibly fill up two hours, but it did!!
Each couple was given a fake baby the size of a newborn,but only half the weight. All it had on was a diaper. The 13 year old I took with me (that would be Mike), of course had to touch, maul and manhandle the poor baby to occupy himself while the instructor was talking. At one point I almost took the baby away from him because he was squeezing it's head in and out and making a large WHOOSH sound each time. Boys. But, to give Mike credit - he did sit through the entire 2 hour class without complaining, I think he only fell asleep once.
We did learn things like "Belly to Belly, Chest to Chest - nose then chin to the breast", I half expected Mike to walk around the house chanting this last night. Kind of catchy in it's own weird way.
While I didn't actually learn how to latch the baby on (although the instructor was very clear with her fake boobie and fake baby), you can't really know until you get the child going. We did learn lots of other fascinating breastfeeding facts like - Breast fed babies have an IQ 7-10 points higher (OK all you moms who bottle fed,I am just stating what I learned in class, please don't throw things at me), they have less chance of allergies and asthma and it helps the Mom have less chance of Type 2 diabetes (which is good for me since it runs in the family) and less chance of getting breast and ovarian cancer.
All good reasons, however she kept saying over and over give yourself chances, the first two weeks are hard. which leads me to believe that the first two weeks trying to breastfeed must be so bad that this is when everyone gives up and shoves a bottle in their mouth just for a few minutes of quiet.
I really really want to breastfeed - maybe then then boobies will come in? I thought they'd come in with the pregnancy, I'm still waiting. My main and very selfish reason is because it's free and formula is 25.00 a can! I'm pretty cheap, I bet I'll stick it out - I like free things.
I have to admit I did wonder, how can "Put the baby on your boob and let them suck" could possibly fill up two hours, but it did!!
Each couple was given a fake baby the size of a newborn,but only half the weight. All it had on was a diaper. The 13 year old I took with me (that would be Mike), of course had to touch, maul and manhandle the poor baby to occupy himself while the instructor was talking. At one point I almost took the baby away from him because he was squeezing it's head in and out and making a large WHOOSH sound each time. Boys. But, to give Mike credit - he did sit through the entire 2 hour class without complaining, I think he only fell asleep once.
We did learn things like "Belly to Belly, Chest to Chest - nose then chin to the breast", I half expected Mike to walk around the house chanting this last night. Kind of catchy in it's own weird way.
While I didn't actually learn how to latch the baby on (although the instructor was very clear with her fake boobie and fake baby), you can't really know until you get the child going. We did learn lots of other fascinating breastfeeding facts like - Breast fed babies have an IQ 7-10 points higher (OK all you moms who bottle fed,I am just stating what I learned in class, please don't throw things at me), they have less chance of allergies and asthma and it helps the Mom have less chance of Type 2 diabetes (which is good for me since it runs in the family) and less chance of getting breast and ovarian cancer.
All good reasons, however she kept saying over and over give yourself chances, the first two weeks are hard. which leads me to believe that the first two weeks trying to breastfeed must be so bad that this is when everyone gives up and shoves a bottle in their mouth just for a few minutes of quiet.
I really really want to breastfeed - maybe then then boobies will come in? I thought they'd come in with the pregnancy, I'm still waiting. My main and very selfish reason is because it's free and formula is 25.00 a can! I'm pretty cheap, I bet I'll stick it out - I like free things.
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