The above photo of our youngest son was taken on December 1, 2005, for the Delphi Weekly Theme Kids and Babies group. The theme was "What I learned this week", and our baby boy had learned to sit up on his own (after being propped in the upright position) for the first time at 5½ months old!
My husband and I are always finding ways to pass the minutes during diaper changes via song whilst sticking crappy 80s Cartmanesque lyrics in each other's brains at the same time. Earlier this week I sent Todd an e-mail titled "How to tell your wife needs more adult interaction and / or more tequila..." It contained a set of lyrics I had just altered for the youngest, urging him to just 'go with it already' so we could all get on with our day:
I can't fight this poopy any longer
And yet I'm still afraid to let it show
What started out as green beans has grown stronger
I only wish I had the strength to let it go...
I tell myself that I can't hold out forever
You say there is no reason for my fear
But I feel so secure when in this bouncy chair
It gives my life direction
And makes everything so clear...........
I think Todd's coworkers were ready to call in the men with the little white coats based on his reaction upon opening the e-mail.
What? I've never claimed we were Ozzie and Harriet.
Do you ever sit there sometimes wondering how other moms pull it together? How they not only manage to get their kids out the door fully dressed and wearing both shoes but also have the time to plan things like looking like a supermodel themselves plus wearing heels to the beach? It's beyond me how these super-mommies actually find the extra seconds in their days to pull off full hair and make-up on top of their little darlings sporting perfectly pressed pinafores. Stop it already. You're making the rest of us look bad.
I fully believe t-shirts paired with Pampers Cruisers are going to be all the rage at Kiddie Fashion Week in New York next spring. The epitome of infant and toddler style. Trust me on this and eBay accordingly.
I guess sometimes I just feel like such a loser in the "wife / mother / female" category. While I haven't went to church wearing my pajamas quite yet, give me time to run out of more laundry... I have six-week old, chipped toenail polish on my toes and still don't remember how I found time to paint them in the first place. The pedicure kit I got for my birthday is still taunting me a couple of weeks later. But so is the stack of Christmas cards still yet to be addressed, and growing mound of Christmas presents yet to be wrapped. I finally broke down and shaved my legs with an electric razor this past weekend while watching our oldest in the bathtub, for total lack of time, because I was beginning to be categorized less as a woman and more as a "domestic short-hair".
Honestly, I figure if Todd walks through the door at night and both boys are breathing better yet smiling it's been a successful day. Besides, I think high-heels would look funny with my track pants anyway.