The Bear went to summer school this week. I've been lolling around in my pajamas for days because of my intense hatred of the hot weather outside. But I had to get "dressed up" for drop off and pick up on Tuesday and Thursday.
It seems the uniform for all the moms is super cute and classic or workout clothes. But your workout clothes can't be baggy or loose. Tight ALL OVER is the requirement!
It's exhausting. But at least my son looks uber cute at school without wearing smocked outfits. blech
Friday, June 25, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Remembering
When the Bear was born and terribly sick, he was on a ventilator. His room was filled with giant machines just meant to support his 8lbs of life. It was so artificial, but so necessary.
His oxygen saturation was always so low. It was difficult to raise it, but it would usually fall back down by the end of the day.
This volunteer would come around to every NICU room to offer books for us to read. And I'd sit next to the Bear, press my face close to his incubator and read his stories.
His oxygen saturation would always go up, but it was always so difficult to read between my tears. It was hard to read these stories about birds, dogs or little kids when I was wondering IF he'd ever be able to experience the world. I'd sob between nursery rhymes all the time.
I really hope to volunteer at a NICU one day.
His oxygen saturation was always so low. It was difficult to raise it, but it would usually fall back down by the end of the day.
This volunteer would come around to every NICU room to offer books for us to read. And I'd sit next to the Bear, press my face close to his incubator and read his stories.
His oxygen saturation would always go up, but it was always so difficult to read between my tears. It was hard to read these stories about birds, dogs or little kids when I was wondering IF he'd ever be able to experience the world. I'd sob between nursery rhymes all the time.
I really hope to volunteer at a NICU one day.
Friday, June 18, 2010
A Surprise Visit
So my dad called me yesterday asking what my plans were this weekend. I figured it was another awkward attempt at a normal conversation and I said we were only planning on the water park. He kind of moaned and said he was thinking of visiting this weekend. Uh...whatever. I really didn't think the plans would work out since he was calling on a Thursday afternoon and he wanted to fly in on a Friday. He's a bit cheap, so I assumed his last minute travel plans would be costly and he'd back out. I said he could try, and give me a call later with the plans.
Yeah...He's coming. I really should have listened to that voicemail before returning his phone call. I mean...It's been a LONG AZZ time since I've seen him. I've kept my distance for a number of reasons, but mostly because I am simply happier without him around. He's always picked on me and made me feel like my attempts at success were feeble. So I finally came up with the genius idea that if I ignored him, then I wouldn't have to talk to him, and I'd feel better.
Well, you can only go so long without contact with a parent. Especially if you have a kid.
So this weekend is going to be awkward. I kind of feel nauseous thinking about it. And my husband is already complaining for no good reason, which makes me stick up for my awkward dad considering all the In Law visits I get while Hubs is working. Seriously, Hubs should shut it. I rarely see my family. I always get a major dose of his mom, niece and brother(s). It would be super fantastic spectacular if he'd paint a stupid smile on his face and play nice for my sanity. Because my sanity will definitely be on edge come Monday.
I'm trying to clean and do laundry, but my attempts are lame since I almost don't care what my dad thinks anymore.
But you know what's going to be the absolute worst of the worst this weekend?
My dad has a major problem with chewing with his mouth open. He consciously chews with it closed in public, but it's all open and sloppy when it's at home. And he ALWAYS blows his nose and clears his throat. ALWAYS!!! It makes me cringe.
*shudder*
Yeah...He's coming. I really should have listened to that voicemail before returning his phone call. I mean...It's been a LONG AZZ time since I've seen him. I've kept my distance for a number of reasons, but mostly because I am simply happier without him around. He's always picked on me and made me feel like my attempts at success were feeble. So I finally came up with the genius idea that if I ignored him, then I wouldn't have to talk to him, and I'd feel better.
Well, you can only go so long without contact with a parent. Especially if you have a kid.
So this weekend is going to be awkward. I kind of feel nauseous thinking about it. And my husband is already complaining for no good reason, which makes me stick up for my awkward dad considering all the In Law visits I get while Hubs is working. Seriously, Hubs should shut it. I rarely see my family. I always get a major dose of his mom, niece and brother(s). It would be super fantastic spectacular if he'd paint a stupid smile on his face and play nice for my sanity. Because my sanity will definitely be on edge come Monday.
I'm trying to clean and do laundry, but my attempts are lame since I almost don't care what my dad thinks anymore.
But you know what's going to be the absolute worst of the worst this weekend?
My dad has a major problem with chewing with his mouth open. He consciously chews with it closed in public, but it's all open and sloppy when it's at home. And he ALWAYS blows his nose and clears his throat. ALWAYS!!! It makes me cringe.
*shudder*
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Thursday List
listening: The bickering of the third reunion episode of the Real Housewives of New York.
eating: The Bear's leftover mac and cheese from Buca de Bepo and kiwis.
drinking: ice water
wearing: purple shirt with printed skirt
feeling: Chubbikins.
weather: Crazy loud, windy storms.
wanting: More kiwi.
needing: A cuddle.
thinking: It's so ridiculous my dad decided to come and visit tomorrow. *sigh*
enjoying: Alone time after son is asleep and before husband comes homes.
wondering: Will we come out of this weekend unscathed?
eating: The Bear's leftover mac and cheese from Buca de Bepo and kiwis.
drinking: ice water
wearing: purple shirt with printed skirt
feeling: Chubbikins.
weather: Crazy loud, windy storms.
wanting: More kiwi.
needing: A cuddle.
thinking: It's so ridiculous my dad decided to come and visit tomorrow. *sigh*
enjoying: Alone time after son is asleep and before husband comes homes.
wondering: Will we come out of this weekend unscathed?
Monday, June 14, 2010
I love...
I love that when I talk to the Bear on the phone he wants to share the joy of talking to his Mama with other around him. He has the sweetest tiniest voice EVA!!!
Monday, June 7, 2010
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