Deja Vu

Driving down the highway, the following conversation ensued.

Q: So I was the biggest baby?

Me: Yep, you were the tallest.  21".

Q: And Rafe was the fattest baby?

Me: Yep.

Q: Was I as big as Rafe was when he was 2 when I was born?

Me: Uh....no.

Q: When do babies start to talk?

Me: About 18 - 24 months.

Q: No, I mean real words.

Me: Yeah, about 18-14 months.

Q: And what was my first word?

Me: I don't know.

Q (increasingly whining pitch to voice):  Why didn't you write this stuff down?  Why do you remember Rafe's word but not mine or Eliza's?

Me (totally not seeing ANYTHING in this season of post-Christmas lights and an overcast night):  WOW!!  LOOK AT THAT STAR!!


It. totally. worked.

The boy got suckered.  He found a star or something twinkly somewhere and I was so relieved.

And yes, I plan on using this tactic in the future until he figures it out and I can't get away with it anymore.

Or until the sun starts staying up past their bedtimes and we really can't see any stars because the sky isn't black.

Which ever comes first.

Paranoia

Yeah, it's finally gotten to me.

But not so much about my kids - I know, I'm a bad mom.  No, I'm paranoid about certain, ahem, people finding this blog and reading and perhaps future employers (I know - dare to dream) and while my parents get an A+ for originality in the name department (my Facebook app said it was so, so it must be so), that A+ makes it really easy for anything related to me to pop up when one googles my name.

On that note, I'm now Windy (a punny name that my father so enjoys using with me) and my children are all renamed.  It is what it is.

Who knows?  Someday I'll get another wild hair and change it all back.

Stay tuned.....

Reader Discretion is Advised

When a certain time of month occurs, I feel as if someone has slowly peeled all the skin from my body and I stand before everyone bloody, naked, nerves exposed.  A soft breath, a sound, a smell, the world is too hard, too abrasive, too prevalent.  I want to shrink back, wrap myself in the softest of eider down that somehow only floats around me without touching me.  I want food, drink and babysitting to magically appear without ever having to interact with anyone else.

And I don't know how to change this.

And I don't know how to deal with life in these moments.

Today Is A Weepy, Weepy Day

That's it.

Nothing more to post.

Except that I loved this post of Sue's and I concur.

Except that instead of service postings, I will probably just be sporadic (sort of like 2009, now that I think about it).

Except that I tend to do the opposite of what I say I'll do and now that I've announced all of this, I'll end up pulling out of my sorrow and have the best year ever.

Yeah.

I should quit while I'm ahead.

Today is just a weepy day.

Perhaps the Blur Makes It Look Better?

I know.  A week isn't long and I'm not optimistic about my chances, but what do you think?

Amazing amount of poundage and inches lost, right?

Rethinking Food Storage

It occurred to me this weekend, as some sort of stomach virus is running through the family, that Gatorade needs to be added to our food storage.

I really don't want to be stuck with vomiting children, or myself, and have no way to re-hydrate them thus encouraging more vomiting.

Perhaps the church should consider adding something similar to their list of "basic needs."

On the upside, perhaps my diet of Gatorade and saltines will help with with the Fantasstic challenge....mmmm, we'll see.

Lazy Mom

Wednesday afternoon Q called me from school and said that he wasn't feeling well.  I picked him up and brought him home; he was so pale he made chalk look tan.  He vomited that night.

So, I'm sad that my child doesn't feel well but I have to say that I've become a very lazy caretaker.

I mean, sure, I snuggled Q extensively on Wednesday and through the night, but it was mainly because I didn't have to make dinner and got to go bed early instead of getting the other kids ready for bed.

Sure, I spent the day at home with Q on Thursday and didn't go to work, but it was mainly so I could play on the computer without having to really accomplish anything.  (On the other hand, my blogs never had so many new posts!)

Now Rafe is sick and I've relegated him to his bedroom so the other kids can play the Wii and so I have room on the couch.

*sigh*  After watching Supernanny yesterday, I'm pretty sure Jo would yell at me for my choices.

Oh well.  I guess I'll just have to go spend the day by myself, being left alone with no questions and requests, in the naughty spot.

Darn it.

See.  I told you I was becoming a lazy, lazy mom.