For all who have known me, I rarely am seen with out a Diet coke close by. I blame my mother who breast fed me the stuff...I had no hope. In case anyone is wondering how my Diet coke habit is going...well, I'm not quite hooked up to an I.V. yet, but I am having to buckle my new cup into my front seat to make sure it doesn't spill. This fifty cup keeps my coke cold ALL day...and just so you dont panic, I do fill it mostly with ice, so it really isn't 100 0z of real Diet coke...there is some water in there too. Don't judge me. You know you wish deep down you had a cool mug too.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
It's been a while. Here's a quick update. Rob decided that since he feels like he's going bald, he needs to figure out a way to transplant the hair somewhere else on his body, namely his face (thank goodness it's not growing on his shoulders). I finally convinced him to shave it, so he no longer looks like a scary caveman. I think he's decided that facial hair is not for him. It was fun while it lasted.... A big milestone has been passed this past Friday. Rob finished his first year of Medical School!! He's so excited to spend the summer working doing research (and being published). He'll have pretty much every night and all weekends off so we can spend some quality time together. We had a BBQ at our apartment with some of his best buds from his class to celebrate. He's made some amazing friends and their wives are fun too! Tommy and I made a couple of signs congratulating Daddy. Then I made some brownies with hot fudge and strawberries for dessert. MMMMmmmmm.
So, about a week ago, Thomas turned two years old. I’m just now blogging about it, cause I’m about a week late on most things these days.
Most people are resolved to the fact that they are a parent about a month after their child is born. Not me. I still wake up each morning, see this amazing creature running around my apartment and am amazed that he eats, sleeps, poops, talks, laughs…and that I made him. Like people grow plants, gardens, businesses…I grew HIM! The fact that I am the one to teach him all that he must know; right from wrong, good and bad, ugly and cute (ha ha), the fact this little baby is becoming this little man with a huge personality is overwhelming. I remember wanting to punch people who say “it goes by so quick” on the days when I wanted to end it all, in the days of his colic. Now that he is two, he has finally sprouted some hair and he knows most the letters in the alphabet. Where has the time gone?
Rob has always been Thomas’ favorite. I’m not sad about that at all. In fact, I think it is so special. They have a bond that most mothers and babies have. Rob took on the nurturing role the first few months of Thomas' life due to me being so sick and their bond is undeniable. How lucky Thomas is to have a father like him who does all he can to love with all he can? If only Thomas knew how hard we prayed to get him here. If only Thomas knew how much he has been loved in this family the past two years. If only Thomas knew how much I’ve longed to be his Mommy, and am grateful for his patience as I try to figure out how the heck to do that as I feel so incapable to do it. Two years down sweetie…hang in there with me…I’m new at this. I’ve only had two years experience just like you.
So, on cold snowy days (we got a foot of snow in one day), I feel like a bad parent 'cause my kid is stuck inside our Polly-Pocket-of-an-apartment all day, which just about makes him crazy...and then he drives me crazy. He thinks I'm pretty fun from about 7am-9am, then I'm old news; play-dough, puzzles, cars, tents...all old news. Its the end of winter so this kid is done with all that crap. So, I resort to his constant beckon..."BLUES CLUES!" Don't ask me why my child loves a show that peaked in 1996. We have Netflix on demand, and it happens to be on there, and now...he's obsessed. Its all that he thinks about, talks about, and I assume dreams about. So, yes, I let him watch it way too much on days like this...I confess...I'M A BAD MOM!!! But, I am a good parent, I swear. Here are some pictures to prove it. The day before the storm, it was way windy and we flew 2 kites. Yes two, cause one broke. Then Robbie insisted we try another, better kite...with a 25 foot tail. Was this for Rob, or T? Here is proof I'm a good parent. Is this to make me feel like a better parent, as my child is watching Blues clues right now? YES!!!!
The First Kite...
Broken Kite. Then a New kite...Good save by Daddy.
Easter has always been a special holiday in my family. It is fun to start traditions in our own family! This year we were with the Whites, our other home. We had a wonderful dinner, followed by a huge Easter egg hunt for the kids. Thomas loved running around, but didn't like waiting to put the egg in the basket, he wanted to eat them right then. After hunting, he played his favorite game with Caleb, and would scream over and over, "YEAH!!!!". Caleb was such a great sport.
So, we've been trying to potty train Tommy (it's not working) and so his interest in the potty is off the charts. The other night I (Rob) came home from a friend's house with Tommy and had to pee like a race horse. So, I busted into the bathroom and gently swung the door closed behind me, but it didn't latch. Tommy knew exactly what was going on in there, so he threw the door open while I was in full urination mode. The excitement on his face when he saw daddy "going pee-pee like a big boy in the potty" was too much to handle and he lunged forward to get a closer look. Unfortunately for him, I was standing with a wide stance and he tripped over my foot, which catapulted him towards the cammode. Both of his little hands grasped the rim of the toilet, stopping him from falling right in to the toilet. That's not the bad part. His momentum carried his larger-than-average head directly into my urine stream. It all happened so fast that it took a moment for me to realize what had just happened...I just peed on my kid's face. I knew he was in shock because he just stood there, with both hands still grasped tightly to the porcelain, until he finally allowed one hand to wipe the urine from his eye. Kate was in bed by this time and when she heard the tub water running (we'd already given him his nightly bath by this time) she came out to see what was going on; why would I be giving our son another bath??? So, then I had to explain to her that I had just peed all over her son's face. Ohhh, the joys of fatherhood! I can just see him in 10 years, laying on a couch, explaining to a shrink that all of his anxiety and social problems started as a child, when his father peed on his face. Hopefully he's too young to remember it. I hope that's the case, but only time will tell.
Some say that that Christmas is the worst time of the year on their waist lines...not me. Easter is the worst for me. Easter candy kills me... Mini Cadburry Eggs to be specific. I feel like I kid at fat camp who needs to eat it while he can, and I stuff it in my mouth by the palm fulls. Kate, get a hold of yourself. You were doing so good. You are a strong, confident woman. Wait, whats that? They are 2 for $6 at the store, gotta go.
Rob, Thomas, Drue, and I are living in a cinder block wonderland in SLC, Utah. Rob's in his LAST year of Medical School at the U of U. Thomas is almost 5 and he's the cutest kid alive. Drue was born ion May, and is our little miracle. I'm a mom and I love it...or trying to on somedays;)
