Friday, June 23, 2006

Humdrum?

I’m leaving soon for an out of town wedding! Getting on a real plane, to go on a real trip, and out of my house! WOOHOO!!! I’m so excited!

I really must start getting out more. I get so in a rut of going home, eating, playing with Noelle & going to bed shortly after she does. I’m wasting daylight! I don’t know what I should be doing, but I shouldn’t be cooped up in the house all the time, no wonder I’m pasty.

Maybe we should start doing dinner picnics. That sounds like fun, and Noelle would love it. You can only go out to eat or shopping so much before that gets old too.

I don’t want to resign myself to the fact that I’m just boring old Mom now. I shouldn’t have to. But between working all day & trying to keep up with Noelle, the house, bills, etc., etc., I guess that’s what I’ve become. I love being a mom, but I want to be a better one. Are there things I should be doing for/with her that I’m not doing? I don’t want to be boring old Mom in Noelle’s eyes.

If anybody can think of fun (cheap) things for us to do, let me know. Until I come up with something new, I’ll try to think of ways to glamorize what we already do.

Hmmmm….. After we arrive home from our days out in the world, we have fabulous meals in the comfort of our own home, with two dogs playfully begging at our feet. Following that, we play and laugh together in the family room, or out in the sun until the stars just begin to show themselves. Then we all go inside, Noelle has a bath, then it’s time for books, snuggling, and crawling into bed, where sweet dreams and soft dolls await her. Brian and I spend some nice, quality, quiet time together, before we’re ready to drift off to sleep ourselves, resting completely before we repeat the entire thing tomorrow.

Actually that doesn’t sound half bad.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

>:-(

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GRRRRR......


Side note: Why on earth did that one mess of a word make a link?! It opens my email. Does it do that to you?

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

The things we do...

Monday night I was at Kohl’s and bought Noelle a little stuffed turtle – Vern, from the movie Over the Hedge. I gave it to her Tuesday morning and she was instantly smitten. We sent him with her to the babysitter, where she gave him food & drinks, covered him up for naps, and carried him everywhere.

When I picked her up that afternoon, I noticed that Vern had a couple of holes in his belly, one where the stuffing was poking out. Then, the string on his mouth started to come out and Noelle was devastated. Apparently I’d bought a defective turtle & I thought I’d just fix the problems when we got him home.

When we did get home she was so upset that I couldn’t have taken him away from her to fix him. (Did I mention the lack of nap that day? I think that may have had just a tiny bit to do with such a big production.)

So – we told her we’d take him to the turtle doctor. Brian, Noelle, Vern, & I loaded up in the car and headed to Kohl’s. She kept saying “Take him to the doptor!”, “Go take him to the doptor!”. And she gave him hugs & kisses. Then she fell asleep. (Thankfully, otherwise I don’t know how I would’ve taken Vern away from her for the turtle trade-out.)

So I went in and inspected five or six other turtles to find perfection. I finally found it and took them both to the “doctor” at the check out counter. This doctor was a guy about 20, who had on more makeup than Boy George out for a night with Beetlejuice. It’s a good thing this turtle was stuffed. We made the switch & I got back out of there.

Noelle woke up when we got home, but she was so sleepy & out of it she had no idea about Vern & the turtle doctor that works at Kohl’s. She did, however, remember when she woke up this morning. She was so happy “Vern is all better!” that she hugged and kissed him, and she nearly had to wear her pjs today because she wouldn’t put him down to change her clothes.

This is, so far, the oddest thing I’ve done as a mom. (Maybe preparing me for a real fish swap later?) It’s also one of my favorite stories ever.