24 May 2007

Here comes Pat!

It was bound to happen...

The other day, my friend Dawn and I met at the mall to let our little dudes (both boys, for those of you who are new to my site) run around in the enclosed carpeted play area for a while. This is how Boog was dressed:



Woman #1: "Oh, how cute! How old is she?"

Me: "13 months." Why bother correcting a stranger, right?

We decide to get smoothies, so we pack our guys into the strollers and head for Jamba Juice.

Woman #2: "Just look at those curls!!! What's her name?"

Me: "[a total boy's name, like Michael]"

Woman #2: "Well, she is just too precious."

Me: "Thanks!" Um, didn't I basically just tell you he's a boy?

We cruise around the mall, stopping in at the toy store to let the boys play at the train table. Boog interacts briefly with a little girl, a little older than him:

Woman #3: "Awww, they look about the same age. How old is your daughter? Mine is 15 months."

Me: [tired of humoring strangers] "He's thirteen months."

Woman #3: "OH! I'm so sorry. He looks like a girl."

I am torn between keeping his beautiful curls, or cutting them off to avoid such encounters in the future. As I typed that last sentence, I asked myself how in the world I could even consider option #2. Who gives a crap what total strangers think?!?!?!

I just answered my own question. Don't you love when that happens? Thanks, Blogger!

19 May 2007

Snap Happy

I love my new camera! Yesterday, I took Boog up to my parents' house for them to babysit while I took my oldest friend (we met when we were four!) out for a belated birthday lunch. When I came back from lunch, my son was SOAKED from head to toe. My mom had introduced him to their fountain in the front yard and was letting him go to town. I think he had fun.



17 May 2007

Workin' it Out ... NOT

So I've been a member of my gym for about, what, three weeks I think. I like it there; it's got everything I need in a gym (pool! woohoo!) and they've got a daycare room. Which is why I joined. To work out during the day and give Boog some time to socialize outside of the circle (of me).

Best laid plans. Yessirree. Know how many times I have had a workout longer than 15 minutes? One! Well, two actually. But once was while my mom babysat at my apartment. So, one. Uno.

What is this, you say? Why, I'll tell you! I've actually visited this gym many times, with Boog in tow, all fired up for a nice sweaty workout. But. My darling son will NOT be subjected to time away from me. How DARE I even CONSIDER trying to take care of myself. He keeps having total meltdowns and there is nothing I can do to appease him except just grab him and go home.

Poor me. I'm so annoyed. Well, at least I tried.

But you know what? I will not be discouraged by this minor glitch in my plan. I shall workout at night, once Rob is home. I will not be exhausted from the day, and will TCB at the G. (That's "take care of bidness at the gym" for those of you who are new.)

16 May 2007

Happy Birthday, Dad

Today, my dad turned 76. While he has slowed down a bit in his old age, he still amazes me with his strength. And still stubborn as a mule. And the biggest softie when it comes to his grandson. I love you Dad!



In other news, I got a new camera today! We came into a little extra money, and I took the opportunity to buy the Nikon D40 that I've been coveting for months. I have always wanted to add photography to my sad little list of hobbies, and now I'm in business! I'll be posting the results of this endeavor here, so stay tuned. Here are two that I took earlier this evening, itchin' to try it out right away:



15 May 2007

Two for Tuesday

I bought Boog a little piano today. He's clearly a prodigy:


Last week, we visited a carousel. Can you feel the love?

13 May 2007

Happy Mother's Day


I love you, Mom. Thank you for everything you do for me, and for being a great role-model for my current job of motherhood.

12 May 2007

Boog-a-boog-boog

So. Before another year passes without a post: My son turned one a couple weeks ago! Some of my distant friends have asked about the big day, and I've been meaning to write about it for two (okay, three) weeks now. To be honest, I was a bit freaked out that it's been a year already. How is it that it sneaks up on you like that? One minute he was three months old, lying there like a blob, casually batting at toys in his play gym, the next minute, he's twelve months old, pulling himself up using the ottoman, and walking across the room like a little pro.

One is a fun age for us. He's been pacing around the apartment, repeating "ma ma ma ma" over and over. So far, I think this is adorable. Especially when it produces spit bubbles. He calls for Dada when Rob walks into the another room for something, and has been informing us that "bah-boww" is the most important word in the English language. I figured I would know what bah-boww meant after about a week of hearing it in context, but he says it ALL the time: in his highchair, in the car, wandering the apartment, in his stroller. The only "word" that I can understand so far is "s-dat?", which means "what's that", which is what I say to him all time when he picks something up off the ground. This is usually accompanied by a chubby index finger, pointing vaguely in some direction.

He loves music, which delights me to no end. Any music will do. He smiles when I throw on a CD and starts rocking back and forth to the music. He "pops" his fat little legs sometimes, too, which makes me laugh. He always wants me to pick him up and let him play with the volume knob on the stereo, something his dad taught him.

He's just such a happy kid. He gives me cuddly body hugs and open-mouthed kisses. He holds on to my finger when we walk together outside. He finds so much joy in this world, and has re-opened my eyes to the simple pleasures of everyday experiences and objects. That was one of the things I knew would make parenthood so wonderful. I get to re-live my childhood through my own child's eyes. What a gift.

He's testing my skills as a parent already, too. He has full-on-throw-himself-on-the-floor tantrums when he doesn't get his way. He bites me on occasion, usually during moments of extreme frustration. I question my methods of handling these and other scenarios every day. Am I doing this right? Is this going to reinforce this annoying behavior? Am I screwing him up for life? What the hell am I doing, thinking I can be a mother? Who put me in charge???

And then my husband tells me that I'm a great mom, and that he's proud of me. And I have more and more days where things go rather smoothly, full of smiles, and well-timed naps and fun things to do. And I have my beautiful son, who lights up when he catches my eye, who makes this world so very bright and joyous. I am blessed.

And I'm relieved that the near-panic of the first year is over.

But most of all, I am blessed. Happy Birthday, Boog-a-boog. I am so proud to be your mommy.