Friday, February 04, 2005
Getting to the bottom of it...
Ahem. Do you think anyone got around to telling her? Or did she already know?
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Today has been an extremely LONG day.
The girl has been crying all day long. Nothing has made her happy. Running a temperature. Running nose. Coughing.
The boy was yesterday. Today he was still coughing.
Keep your fingers crossed the baby doesn't get it. He's been the least demanding of the three for the past 48 hours.
Please ignore "read more" because I have nothing to say. I am absolutely brain-dead.
The girl has been crying all day long. Nothing has made her happy. Running a temperature. Running nose. Coughing.
The boy was yesterday. Today he was still coughing.
Keep your fingers crossed the baby doesn't get it. He's been the least demanding of the three for the past 48 hours.
Please ignore "read more" because I have nothing to say. I am absolutely brain-dead.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
The Great Manipulator
Today my oldest just wasn't himself. He was mostly quiet except for the persistant coughing and sniffling all day long.
Then he decided he wanted something this afternoon that I wasn't willing to give him. We reached a compromise but he didn't fulfill his end of the bargain so I had to follow through with natural consequences.
Despite the rough day with both he and his sister whining and crying all day long (they took turns I swear!) I was patient and calm throughout all of it.
I was sooooo mommy-zen today.
Nothing was making me bend, nothing was making me blow, so the three year old decided to up the stakes.
And as I loaded the dishwasher and ignored his dramatics he pulled out his trump card.
"M-m-m-mom-m-my," sniff, sniff, tremble, quiver, crocodile tear rolling down the face. "M-m-mommy, you scaring me."
Yeah. Tell me he hasn't figured out the whole manipulation thing.
Push my buttons boy: beep beep boop boop boop beep beep beep beep Caaaaaching!
Then he decided he wanted something this afternoon that I wasn't willing to give him. We reached a compromise but he didn't fulfill his end of the bargain so I had to follow through with natural consequences.
Despite the rough day with both he and his sister whining and crying all day long (they took turns I swear!) I was patient and calm throughout all of it.
I was sooooo mommy-zen today.
Nothing was making me bend, nothing was making me blow, so the three year old decided to up the stakes.
And as I loaded the dishwasher and ignored his dramatics he pulled out his trump card.
"M-m-m-mom-m-my," sniff, sniff, tremble, quiver, crocodile tear rolling down the face. "M-m-mommy, you scaring me."
Yeah. Tell me he hasn't figured out the whole manipulation thing.
Push my buttons boy: beep beep boop boop boop beep beep beep beep Caaaaaching!
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
The love of my life.
Inspired by various posts, including this one from Christine, I find myself thinking back five years.
Our fifth anniversary passed this weekend. Originally I planned to do several posts dedicated to my husband. I got distracted. But thanks to Christine's lovely post today I remembered.
December 3, 1999
Only the soft light of a single flickering flame illuminated the room. Beside me, he softly stroked my back with a lazy sweep of his arm, causing my flesh to quiver with the rough skim of his slightly callused fingers. His soft, soothing voice drifted over me and my body hummed with the sound of his huskily uttered question. I buried my face deeper in his neck inhaling his musky scent as I savored the simultaneous sensations of both feeling and hearing his heart beating. Overwhelmed by the emotions his voice evoked in me, the tears welled up but I took a deep shaking breath and lifted my head, kissing him softly, tasting the smooth sweep of his lips for a long moment before peering down into his flame-graced features, then I uttered a single word.
Our fifth anniversary passed this weekend. Originally I planned to do several posts dedicated to my husband. I got distracted. But thanks to Christine's lovely post today I remembered.
December 3, 1999
Only the soft light of a single flickering flame illuminated the room. Beside me, he softly stroked my back with a lazy sweep of his arm, causing my flesh to quiver with the rough skim of his slightly callused fingers. His soft, soothing voice drifted over me and my body hummed with the sound of his huskily uttered question. I buried my face deeper in his neck inhaling his musky scent as I savored the simultaneous sensations of both feeling and hearing his heart beating. Overwhelmed by the emotions his voice evoked in me, the tears welled up but I took a deep shaking breath and lifted my head, kissing him softly, tasting the smooth sweep of his lips for a long moment before peering down into his flame-graced features, then I uttered a single word.
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