You know that warm, cozy feeling you get when you’re in your house looking out the window at 4 feet of crisp, white, snow that has fallen since you (or your WONDERFUL HUSBAND) last shovelled the driveway an hour ago?
…..Yeah. Neither do I. Bloody hell. I hate winter.
From a funny blog I read:
“I’m not sure how to measure success as a parent. Maybe when they’re 25 and they have a job and they don’t live in your house and they don’t have genital warts you’ve done well. You can brag to the neighbors “My kid makes his own money and he’s STD free!”
Dear Dude with the big mother-effin truck GMC Sierra Owner
If you insist on parking your massively ridiculous truck so close to a car that a caterpillar couldn’t pass through without going on a diet, you should check to see that there are no INFANT CARRIER SEATS on the side closest to your vehicle. If there are carseats you can expect to have dings in the side of your truck as there is no way for me to get the baby carrier back into my car without opening my door into your truck.
Hugs and Kisses,
A mother on a mission.
There are few things in this world that fill with me with more righteous indignation than driving behind a person who drives 40kph in a 50 zone and then doesn’t slow down at all in a school zone where the speed is reduced to 30!!!! I harumphed my way home behind one of these today with two kids crying in my car. It was AWESOME.
These posts are becoming a collection of small items that are not really blogworthy on their own but, when I add them all up I like think that if I close my eyes and WISH REAL HARDÂ they will constitute a real post.
Kieran’s sleeping situation is inversely proportional to his size. The bigger he gets, the worse he sleeps. We started him on rice cereal last week. The medical community recommends waiting until your child is six months old before starting solids of any kind.I am just legalistic enough to have suffered from some serious guilt because we gave it to Kieran 2 weeks before he turns six months.
As if two weeks make a big difference in the grand scheme of things. And yet, I feel as though I am violating a sacred commandment of parenting. But I was hoping the extra food in his belly would help him sleep longer at night. WRONG. FAIL.
There is nothing left to do but accept that we have allowed him to get into a bad habit. So we decided it is time to break the “swaddling” habit. Last night was Kieran’s first night sleeping unswaddled in his life. We got the first 8 hour stretch we’ve had in a long time! There was some crying because he’s not used to sleeping without his straightjacket. But I was pleased. I’m hoping this is the first step to recovering our good nights.
On another note: Dustbusters are seriously the best invention ever. Did I mention this before on another blog post? I can’t remember. But my dustbuster is totally my favorite appliance. The battery lasts just long enough to cover all the non carpet surfaces in my house. If you have kids a dustbuster should be at the top of your christmas wish list.
Too many of us have a Christian vocabulary rather than a Christian experience. We think we are doing our duty when we’re only talking about it.
-Charles F. Banning
Faith is not belief in spite of evidence, but life in scorn of consequences — a courageous trust in the great purpose of all things, and pressing forward to finish the work which is in sight, whatever the price may be.
-Kirsopp Lake
Love does not inquire into the character of the recipient but it asks what he needs. It does not love him because he is such-and-such a person but because he is there. In all this it is quite the opposite of natural love: it “does not seek its own”. It does not perform the characteristic natural impulse of love and life. Therefore it is basically independent of the conduct of the other person; it is not conditional but absolute. It wants nothing for itself but only for others. Therefore it is also not vulnerable. It never “reacts” but is always “spontaneous”, emerging by its own strength — rather, from the power of God. Love is the real God-likeness of man for which he has been created. In so far as love is in man he really resembles God and shows himself to be the child of God.
-Emil Brunner
I’m tired. Really tired. Too tired to blog and too tired to be a good mom. I’m still waiting to find out if my iron is low or my thyroid is acting up or if I’m just suffering the build up of 5 and a half months of inconsistent sleep. Kieran has been fussy lately. It seems that he is teething.
Last night we discovered a big bulging spot on his top gum that looked like a tooth could erupt at any moment. We examined the blister with pride, exclaiming over our “big boy” as though we had done something that directly resulted in his exceptional development of a tooth.
This morning the spot is GONE! Gone! How is this possible? Not that I care whether he has a tooth or not but I was suddenly filled with hope that the crankiness and poor sleeping would come to an end and I could start to feel human again in short order. Sigh…
I feel kind of sad that my blog has basically turned into my forum for talking, whining and bragging about my kids. I want to have more variety than that. I want my life to be about more than my kids. But in these days of exhaustion my world seems to shrink down to the most basic components and kids are one of them. And yet somehow I feel as though I’m not doing an adequate job of parenting either.
So here I am wallowing in my inadequacy. Really I just need to get it out. Now I can move on and try and do better. I’m just glad my kids will remember little to nothing of this time in their lives.
Last night when Avery came out of her room to pee for the fourth time in an hour after she’d been put to bed her daddy says “Avery, what is going to happen if you go to the bathroom and you DON’T pee?” Avery didn’t have an answer for that so daddy suggests she will lose her “special blanket” for the night if she is just pretending to have to pee. When asked again if she had to pee she sheepishly says “Umm…I think I’m going to go back to bed.” Heh heh.
Today I was at Extra Foods buying my groceries and I paid on my credit card. I have had this credit card for a few months and I had decided to try out a new security measure by printing “Please ask for photo ID” on the back of the card where you are meant to sign. In the three months I’ve had the card not a single person has asked for photo ID. Now granted, I don’t use the card a LOT but I use it often enough. And if people were doing their jobs then I should be asked every time I use it. So congratulations to the store clerk who actually did what she is supposed to do. So much for my master plan!
And now…for a little giggle…
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| “Kieran vs. the Soother” on Google Video |  |
It’s hard to believe these angelic looking creatures could STEAL SO MUCH OF MY SLEEP.
The world is full of mysteries.
Like how is it that Kieran is five months old now? Time flies.
