Wednesday, April 29, 2009
The Audacity!
Lucy is DEFINITELY NOT allowed on the couch. We discourage the couch climbing. HOWEVER, yesterday she LOST her mind and made herself comfortable. Leave a room for a minute and this is what I walk into:
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Things They Don't Tell Ya
There's a few things as single adults we are not told by child-bearing, diaper bag toting, sleep deprived people. They keep us in the dark. As single adults we are lappin' it up in the Olympic sized pool of doing whatever, whenever. But we get swooned by those in the kiddie pool. Come over by us they say...the water is warm. Now I know WHY the water is warm! As Joss is getting bigger, Eric and I have come to a few conclusions of things they didn't tell us. Yeah, we knew about the sleep thing and packing up the WHOLE house for just about any outing, even a stroll around the block, but there's a few things that were conveniently omitted.
EXHIBIT A (attached hereto): Demon-Possessed Toys. Last night at about 11:45pm we were awaken by a sudden burst of music screaming the words, "Sparkle Power." Eric and I looked at each other with question marks, "what in the world is that?" THAT, that would be Joss' Tinkerbell phone, demon-possessed and talking from her diaper bag which is sitting on the kitchen table. I reluctantly got out of bed after about 15 minutes of "Sparkle Power" every 2 minutes. After I had said phone in my hand, we had to figure out how to get it to shut off. Guess what? the only way to shut off the stupid phone was to engage the help of a teeny-tiny screwdriver. None of us were willing to leave the comfort of our bed at midnight...and by none I mean: me, Eric and Lucy. None of us. So, the apparent only solution -take crazed phone through the bathroom, into our closet, into the dresser, into the drawer and then under some clothes. Yes, we did sleep after that. And yes, the phone is still there now and may be for awhile.
EXHIBIT B: Cement Boogers. At this stage of motherhood I am used to wiping Joss' nose on a regular basis. But the specialness of the "cement booger" is that it always shows up when we have to make a public appearance like, oh I don't know, last week's quick trip to Target for some wipes. I get Joss in the car, to the store and then in the parking lot. As I unstrap her from the carseat I notice the big, icky cement booger. I proceed to get a tissue to wipe her nose. Nope, not budging. I'm not even makin a dent. I rub, scrape, pick and it's not going anywhere. All the while Joss is screaming and I am uttering the words, "just one more time...I promise Mommy's gonna get it...this is it Joss...I've almost got it...hang in there." And it's still there. ONLY because Joss was screaming in agony and her nose was red with pain..I HAD no choice but to continue into the store and hope that no one notices. (But THIS DAY she is happy-go-lucky-wave-at-everyone-this-is-the-best-day-ever-kid!)
I'm sure as this journey of parenthood continues we have plenty more surprises to uncover. I look forward to learning more about this species we are raising. But on a much greater level, I look to God with different eyes now that Joss is in our life. I am in awe of His grace to us as his children and just a piece of me wonders if He sits on His Heavenly Throne smiling down at us as we discover all the uniqueness of the precious children He has entrusted in our care.
EXHIBIT A:
EXHIBIT A (attached hereto): Demon-Possessed Toys. Last night at about 11:45pm we were awaken by a sudden burst of music screaming the words, "Sparkle Power." Eric and I looked at each other with question marks, "what in the world is that?" THAT, that would be Joss' Tinkerbell phone, demon-possessed and talking from her diaper bag which is sitting on the kitchen table. I reluctantly got out of bed after about 15 minutes of "Sparkle Power" every 2 minutes. After I had said phone in my hand, we had to figure out how to get it to shut off. Guess what? the only way to shut off the stupid phone was to engage the help of a teeny-tiny screwdriver. None of us were willing to leave the comfort of our bed at midnight...and by none I mean: me, Eric and Lucy. None of us. So, the apparent only solution -take crazed phone through the bathroom, into our closet, into the dresser, into the drawer and then under some clothes. Yes, we did sleep after that. And yes, the phone is still there now and may be for awhile.
EXHIBIT B: Cement Boogers. At this stage of motherhood I am used to wiping Joss' nose on a regular basis. But the specialness of the "cement booger" is that it always shows up when we have to make a public appearance like, oh I don't know, last week's quick trip to Target for some wipes. I get Joss in the car, to the store and then in the parking lot. As I unstrap her from the carseat I notice the big, icky cement booger. I proceed to get a tissue to wipe her nose. Nope, not budging. I'm not even makin a dent. I rub, scrape, pick and it's not going anywhere. All the while Joss is screaming and I am uttering the words, "just one more time...I promise Mommy's gonna get it...this is it Joss...I've almost got it...hang in there." And it's still there. ONLY because Joss was screaming in agony and her nose was red with pain..I HAD no choice but to continue into the store and hope that no one notices. (But THIS DAY she is happy-go-lucky-wave-at-everyone-this-is-the-best-day-ever-kid!)
I'm sure as this journey of parenthood continues we have plenty more surprises to uncover. I look forward to learning more about this species we are raising. But on a much greater level, I look to God with different eyes now that Joss is in our life. I am in awe of His grace to us as his children and just a piece of me wonders if He sits on His Heavenly Throne smiling down at us as we discover all the uniqueness of the precious children He has entrusted in our care.
EXHIBIT A:
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