Theme: Notice
I seem to be noticing more and more things about myself.
We had friends over a few weeks ago. During the course of the evening, I mentioned how I've been experiencing blank out moments when, say, I'm reading a book and all of a sudden I just can't process the next few words in the sentence. I see the words just fine, their meaning is just not able to make it to my brain. But after about 10-30 seconds, everything comes to again and I continue on my way.
I thought this all had something wonky to do with seizures. I've had one grand mal seizure (a month before we got married), so I thought these strange episodes were somehow related to that. As a result, I'm back on seizure meds (which is why I was bring it up, I think - I'm finding that the meds still aren't fully preventing the episodes).
Very interestingly, our friend then related to us how the exact same thing happened to him years ago when he was being tested for hypoglycemia. Whenever his blood sugar dropped too low, he blanked out a bit and couldn't process the words he was reading in his magazine.
Huh! How about that?!
So I've been noticing a lot lately. How hungry I am. How often I'm hungry. When/if I get these strange episodes (not since I've been feeding my hunger more regularly). And I'm doing something about it.
I'm taking more food with me each day to eat for breakfast. I'm snacking more between meals. I'm not ignoring my rumbling belly. I eat. And I'm feeling better.
I've also noticed (as has Hubby... and probably Sweetie) that lately I've been grumpier/more stressed/more quick to temper/and changable ("blah"one minute and super emotional the next).
It's the season, I tell myself. It's the stress of the holidays. The money, the house, the go-go-go, the holiday prep, the crazy weather, family, friends, work - everything!
I'm usually so good at letting things go - letting things seemingly slide right off my back. But then Hubby brings up one little point or Sweetie works my last little nerve and I just explode.
I've got so much to do/make/wrap/take care of.... that I just don't take care of myself. And in return, I don't properly take care of my family. I snap at Sweetie and I grumble at and/or ignore Hubby.
I'm also very tired. I've always been tired, I tell myself. Everyone's tired - it's just the American way of life! Anyway, I'm a full time mom who works full time out of the house - of course I'm tired.
But I've been noticing lately - boy, I really am tired! I need some rest.
So....what? What does all this noticing mean? Fine - I'm aware of all the physical effects that life has taken upon me. I don't get enough sleep. I don't eat enough. I let things build up inside me to the point of total melt down.
I guess I've always felt - whether or not I fully thought it out as such - that I must deprive myself in order to take care of others. Who cares if I get a lunch? Sweetie's the one who really has to eat. And I don't mind that I'm always the one to get up with Sweetie on the weekend mornings - Hubby works hard and works late. He needs his sleep more than I do.
But you know what? Someone's got to start noticing me. Someone important. Someone essential to making me the best I can be.
Me. Amy. Myself.
First and foremost, I must take care of me. For if I'm not at my best, then there's no way I can completely take care of others, helping them become their best selves as well.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Sweetie Saturday #87 - Bad Mama Edition
Not much going on in Sweetie Land this week, other than to note that by the time I write next week's Sweetie Saturday, she will have turned 5 years old.
Oh... and that I completely ruined her.
How did I ruin Sweetie, you ask? By playing the song Something's Stuck Up In The Chimney for her.... on Youtube. (Sorry - no links today. Sweetie was so freaked out by this video that I don't want to risk going back to it to make the link. If you're that interested, kindly find it yourself).
I know, I know... I should have completely realized the potential consequences. I know the song is about Santa himself being stuck up in the chimney. But I just didn't know what the video would show. I made a bad judgment call and I've ruined Sweetie.
On the other hand, we heard the song spoof "Chipmunks Roasting on an Open Fire" the other day, and I immediately thought that I should turn the radio dial away from the song. But Sweetie heard only the very first line of this song and she was laughing. A lot! She thought it was hysterical. So we listened and she thought it was so funny.
And I've always liked the song There's Something Stuck Up in the Chimney. I think it's funny and I thought Sweetie would as well.
So last night, after watching I Want A Hippopotamus for Christmas (which was a big success!), I stupidly decided to search for that other song.
Big Mistake.
Had it only been listening to the words, she may have been okay with it. But it was the images that really did her in.
But a gentle explanation of the Magic that is Santa, a reassuring phone call to Daddy, and a nice cup of hot chocolate - plus lots of distractions from T.V. shows, story reading and playing - seems to have helped. Sweetie was able to stop thinking about it! long enough to fall asleep and sleep well all last night.
I've certainly learned my lesson. Please learn a lesson from me... review any videos or shows you're thinking of sharing with your child before you actually do so. Otherwise, you may be paying the price dearly.
Oh... and that I completely ruined her.
How did I ruin Sweetie, you ask? By playing the song Something's Stuck Up In The Chimney for her.... on Youtube. (Sorry - no links today. Sweetie was so freaked out by this video that I don't want to risk going back to it to make the link. If you're that interested, kindly find it yourself).
I know, I know... I should have completely realized the potential consequences. I know the song is about Santa himself being stuck up in the chimney. But I just didn't know what the video would show. I made a bad judgment call and I've ruined Sweetie.
On the other hand, we heard the song spoof "Chipmunks Roasting on an Open Fire" the other day, and I immediately thought that I should turn the radio dial away from the song. But Sweetie heard only the very first line of this song and she was laughing. A lot! She thought it was hysterical. So we listened and she thought it was so funny.
And I've always liked the song There's Something Stuck Up in the Chimney. I think it's funny and I thought Sweetie would as well.
So last night, after watching I Want A Hippopotamus for Christmas (which was a big success!), I stupidly decided to search for that other song.
Big Mistake.
Had it only been listening to the words, she may have been okay with it. But it was the images that really did her in.
But a gentle explanation of the Magic that is Santa, a reassuring phone call to Daddy, and a nice cup of hot chocolate - plus lots of distractions from T.V. shows, story reading and playing - seems to have helped. Sweetie was able to stop thinking about it! long enough to fall asleep and sleep well all last night.
I've certainly learned my lesson. Please learn a lesson from me... review any videos or shows you're thinking of sharing with your child before you actually do so. Otherwise, you may be paying the price dearly.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Click Awaaaay From The Cranky, Tired Lady...
I'm very tired, very sore, very cranky and very hungry. I must be.... pregnant!
Uhhhh... No. I'm rather confident in saying it's not that.
But whatever it is, I don't feel like writing much tonight. Sorry about that.
However, I did just write this post tonight. So if you really feel like you're missing out on something here, visit me here instead.
Until next time...
Uhhhh... No. I'm rather confident in saying it's not that.
But whatever it is, I don't feel like writing much tonight. Sorry about that.
However, I did just write this post tonight. So if you really feel like you're missing out on something here, visit me here instead.
Until next time...
Monday, December 10, 2007
Mama Monday - A New Beginning
Note: There's some hopeful news over at MSO - talks are going on as we speak, with the Mamas trying to figure out how to keep the site up in one form or another. Yay! Fingers crossed - we'll get an update soon!
Until then, I'm going to continue on with my Mama Mondays as usual. If you'd like to join me, and/or have theme words to offer up, please do so/let me know.
As for today - the theme is:
Door
What a great word to start off my New, Independent, Mama Monday?! I'm opening the door to all new possibilities - for myself and anyone else who'd like to join in! Let's boldly and bravely walk through together, shall we?
"Door" is also a highly appropriate word for me to expound upon because there happens to be a particular door in our house that is someday - possibly very soon - going to deliver me right into insanity. Ugh!
See, Sweetie's bedroom is really more like a 2-room suite. You enter her main door and you're immediately in her play room. Then, off to the right, is another door which is the door to her actual bedroom. It's really a great space and one of the best things we loved about this house.
So, every night when we put Sweetie to bed and say goodnight, we always close the outermost playroom door, but leave her bedroom door open. We do this to keep Sweetie's room as quiet as possible while she falls asleep.
Then, when Hubby and I go to bed, we open the playroom door for the remainder of the night.
We open this door at this time for a number of reasons. Firstly - the left corner of her playroom leads to the upstairs bathroom. We like to have all access open to said bathroom for all household members throughout the night. This is especially important due to Hubby and my dark and sleepy and (in my case) leg-braces-less 2 a.m. bathroom treks. It just makes good, safe sense to leave that door open.
Secondly, we open the door because, if Sweetie needs us during the night, we're much better able to hear her when she calls.
However - Sweetie has become just a wee bit obsessed (insert major sarcasm here) with the nighttime state of her playroom door and this has led to several bedtime and middle-of-the-night stern discussions.
It started when, for some unknown reason, Sweetie decided that whoever put her to bed had to close that door really really loudly!
Okay - I suppose I get it. She likes to hear the door close as part of her routine and to know she's safe and sound in her room. Fine. Whatever.
But then she got more and more insistent - demanding that we go so far as slam the door closed every night.
Here we go with stern talking to #1 (repeated several times, by the way, because Sweetie's memory in this department is lacking).
No! We will NOT slam the door. This is an old house and slamming door hurts the house. We do not hurt the house! And people only slam doors when they're angry and we don't want to put you to bed angrily every night. No slamming the door! We'll close it loud enough so you hear it, but that is it. End of discussion.
Okay, fine. That's more or less resolved (finally).
Then she started in with her occasional middle-of-the-night wake-up calls.
Whatever her initial problem is in these cases is generally pretty mild and easily calmed. BUT - then Hubby or I go back to our room - leaving Sweetie's playroom door open.
This, very unfortunately, leads to more desperate cries for us to come back and close her door - and loudly, at that!
Here we go with stern talking to # 2 (repeated several times, by the way, because Sweetie's memory in this department is lacking)
At these times we have to go in, explain (again!) why the door is to remain open in the nighttime, and that we will NOT be closing it for her. The end.
Now, you may be saying to yourself - what's the big deal? Just close the dang door and move on!
But - see - we've tried that too. And it only seems to lead to her very regular middle-of-the-night wake up calls and insistence that the door is closed. Cranky, all-hyped-up insistence about the status of the door. And we're just not going to accept that. Period.
Now - knock on a lot of wood - things seemed to have finally settled down concerning the door. As I've done with other "issues" Sweetie needs to learn and accept - I've made The Door Status a family rule.
What's the family rule Sweetie?
No fighting about food.
And? What about the door?
No slamming the door ever.
And? How is the door in the nighttime?
Open so that, if I have a problem and call you, you can hear me.
You betcha - that's right!
After all this - please - for the love of everything - let that be the end of the Door Wars.
Otherwise, I truly am going to lose my ever-lovin' mind - right out the door!
Until then, I'm going to continue on with my Mama Mondays as usual. If you'd like to join me, and/or have theme words to offer up, please do so/let me know.
As for today - the theme is:
Door
What a great word to start off my New, Independent, Mama Monday?! I'm opening the door to all new possibilities - for myself and anyone else who'd like to join in! Let's boldly and bravely walk through together, shall we?
"Door" is also a highly appropriate word for me to expound upon because there happens to be a particular door in our house that is someday - possibly very soon - going to deliver me right into insanity. Ugh!
See, Sweetie's bedroom is really more like a 2-room suite. You enter her main door and you're immediately in her play room. Then, off to the right, is another door which is the door to her actual bedroom. It's really a great space and one of the best things we loved about this house.
So, every night when we put Sweetie to bed and say goodnight, we always close the outermost playroom door, but leave her bedroom door open. We do this to keep Sweetie's room as quiet as possible while she falls asleep.
Then, when Hubby and I go to bed, we open the playroom door for the remainder of the night.
We open this door at this time for a number of reasons. Firstly - the left corner of her playroom leads to the upstairs bathroom. We like to have all access open to said bathroom for all household members throughout the night. This is especially important due to Hubby and my dark and sleepy and (in my case) leg-braces-less 2 a.m. bathroom treks. It just makes good, safe sense to leave that door open.
Secondly, we open the door because, if Sweetie needs us during the night, we're much better able to hear her when she calls.
However - Sweetie has become just a wee bit obsessed (insert major sarcasm here) with the nighttime state of her playroom door and this has led to several bedtime and middle-of-the-night stern discussions.
It started when, for some unknown reason, Sweetie decided that whoever put her to bed had to close that door really really loudly!
Okay - I suppose I get it. She likes to hear the door close as part of her routine and to know she's safe and sound in her room. Fine. Whatever.
But then she got more and more insistent - demanding that we go so far as slam the door closed every night.
Here we go with stern talking to #1 (repeated several times, by the way, because Sweetie's memory in this department is lacking).
No! We will NOT slam the door. This is an old house and slamming door hurts the house. We do not hurt the house! And people only slam doors when they're angry and we don't want to put you to bed angrily every night. No slamming the door! We'll close it loud enough so you hear it, but that is it. End of discussion.
Okay, fine. That's more or less resolved (finally).
Then she started in with her occasional middle-of-the-night wake-up calls.
Whatever her initial problem is in these cases is generally pretty mild and easily calmed. BUT - then Hubby or I go back to our room - leaving Sweetie's playroom door open.
This, very unfortunately, leads to more desperate cries for us to come back and close her door - and loudly, at that!
Here we go with stern talking to # 2 (repeated several times, by the way, because Sweetie's memory in this department is lacking)
At these times we have to go in, explain (again!) why the door is to remain open in the nighttime, and that we will NOT be closing it for her. The end.
Now, you may be saying to yourself - what's the big deal? Just close the dang door and move on!
But - see - we've tried that too. And it only seems to lead to her very regular middle-of-the-night wake up calls and insistence that the door is closed. Cranky, all-hyped-up insistence about the status of the door. And we're just not going to accept that. Period.
Now - knock on a lot of wood - things seemed to have finally settled down concerning the door. As I've done with other "issues" Sweetie needs to learn and accept - I've made The Door Status a family rule.
What's the family rule Sweetie?
No fighting about food.
And? What about the door?
No slamming the door ever.
And? How is the door in the nighttime?
Open so that, if I have a problem and call you, you can hear me.
You betcha - that's right!
After all this - please - for the love of everything - let that be the end of the Door Wars.
Otherwise, I truly am going to lose my ever-lovin' mind - right out the door!
Saturday, December 08, 2007
Sweetie Saturday #86
Here's one more for last week's That Not Make Any Sense edition:
Upon picking up the cup of orange juice I placed in front of her last weekend, Sweetie looked in and exclaimed:
Hey! My juice looks like Nana!
Sorry - I've got no explanation for this. Something to do with the bubbles on the surface looking like Nana's hair. I don't know - Sweetie's crazy.
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We had an old friend and his wife over for dinner last Saturday. We all - including Sweetie - went out for sushi (with Sweetie eating a peanut butter and jelly roll-up sandwich I had brought along with me, then cut into small, sushi-style pieces).
Sweetie was mostly well behaved, but she did finish her sandwich before our dinners even arrived. So to entertain herself, Sweetie decided to go back and forth between our table and the nearby row of chairs near the sushi bar.
Sweetie and the sushi chef had a great time making silly faces at each other, and eventually - with our permission - he offered Sweetie a unique, only-find-them-in-Japanese-restaurants lollipop.
She had a few licks, then was done with it.
A little while later, the hostess passed by Sweetie (still seated in the row of chairs) and gave her a fortune cookie.
Our friend laughed at this, finding it hysterical that Sweetie had found the perfect place to position herself - she was getting free treats all night!
This was funny. But it was even more so when Sweetie, who actually decided to sit with us for a bit, announced that she was going back to the row of seats. She obviously was thinking ahead - based on what she said as she left us...
I wonder what someone will bring me now?!
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These next couple are more showcases of how tech-savvy Sweetie is, rather than funny bits:
Hubby and I got swanky new cell phones last week. We can take pictures, videos, and send unlimited text messages with our plan. Hubby's plan even comes with a GPS system. Cool!
During that first evening, I spent a lot of time looking at my phone, figuring out how to use it, where to find different functionalities, and how to program certain things. I did this mostly silently, with Sweetie merely glancing over my shoulder to watch along.
When Hubby got home, Sweetie was still up. So we decided to test out the phones' cameras and took some cute pictures of her.
After I took one picture of Sweetie, she instantly instructed me to,
Now, put it in the Picture Place.
Huh! What do you know? There is, in fact, a storage place on the phones that's called Picture Place! Something Sweetie had apparently noticed earlier when I was bopping around to all the different things.
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On another night this past week, with Hubby again at work and Sweetie and I at home, Sweetie and I heard a BEEP, BEEP, BEEP sound.
Mama! You got a text message!
Right you are, Sweetie. Hubby had, in fact, just sent me a note.
What a smartie you are!
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On the other hand, for as smart and savvy as Sweetie is, there are some things that still absolutely blow her mind.
Yesterday, for instance, Sweetie was at Nana's house all day. At one point - as nature will have it - Sweetie needed to go potty. And so she did.
Funny thing about my parents' house, though - they have a phone in their main bathroom. Not sure why - they just do.
So as Sweetie was taking care of her business, the phone rang. Aha! Sweetie decided she must answered it (not realizing that Nana had already done so using the kitchen phone).
It was my dad who was calling, just to say hi.
Well, Sweetie quickly dominated the entire conversation with her complete and utter amazement. She was talking to Nana and Papa AT THE SAME TIME! How cool was that?! Wow!
When I arrived later to pick her up - and Papa had just arrived from work as well - Sweetie was still talking about the awesomeness that was The Bathroom Phone Incident.
Then she proceeded to loudly and excitedly tell me all about it!
Mom told me that, as Sweetie and she were on the phone with Papa, mom took a walk down to the bathroom to check on Sweetie in person.
Sweetie was standing there, talking on the phone, happy as could be, with her pants down around her ankles.
It was probably around this point when my dad declared - Okay. I gotta get going now.
Poor dad - didn't get a word in edge-wise around all of Sweetie's exuberance.
Upon picking up the cup of orange juice I placed in front of her last weekend, Sweetie looked in and exclaimed:
Hey! My juice looks like Nana!
Sorry - I've got no explanation for this. Something to do with the bubbles on the surface looking like Nana's hair. I don't know - Sweetie's crazy.
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We had an old friend and his wife over for dinner last Saturday. We all - including Sweetie - went out for sushi (with Sweetie eating a peanut butter and jelly roll-up sandwich I had brought along with me, then cut into small, sushi-style pieces).
Sweetie was mostly well behaved, but she did finish her sandwich before our dinners even arrived. So to entertain herself, Sweetie decided to go back and forth between our table and the nearby row of chairs near the sushi bar.
Sweetie and the sushi chef had a great time making silly faces at each other, and eventually - with our permission - he offered Sweetie a unique, only-find-them-in-Japanese-restaurants lollipop.
She had a few licks, then was done with it.
A little while later, the hostess passed by Sweetie (still seated in the row of chairs) and gave her a fortune cookie.
Our friend laughed at this, finding it hysterical that Sweetie had found the perfect place to position herself - she was getting free treats all night!
This was funny. But it was even more so when Sweetie, who actually decided to sit with us for a bit, announced that she was going back to the row of seats. She obviously was thinking ahead - based on what she said as she left us...
I wonder what someone will bring me now?!
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These next couple are more showcases of how tech-savvy Sweetie is, rather than funny bits:
Hubby and I got swanky new cell phones last week. We can take pictures, videos, and send unlimited text messages with our plan. Hubby's plan even comes with a GPS system. Cool!
During that first evening, I spent a lot of time looking at my phone, figuring out how to use it, where to find different functionalities, and how to program certain things. I did this mostly silently, with Sweetie merely glancing over my shoulder to watch along.
When Hubby got home, Sweetie was still up. So we decided to test out the phones' cameras and took some cute pictures of her.
After I took one picture of Sweetie, she instantly instructed me to,
Now, put it in the Picture Place.
Huh! What do you know? There is, in fact, a storage place on the phones that's called Picture Place! Something Sweetie had apparently noticed earlier when I was bopping around to all the different things.
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On another night this past week, with Hubby again at work and Sweetie and I at home, Sweetie and I heard a BEEP, BEEP, BEEP sound.
Mama! You got a text message!
Right you are, Sweetie. Hubby had, in fact, just sent me a note.
What a smartie you are!
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On the other hand, for as smart and savvy as Sweetie is, there are some things that still absolutely blow her mind.
Yesterday, for instance, Sweetie was at Nana's house all day. At one point - as nature will have it - Sweetie needed to go potty. And so she did.
Funny thing about my parents' house, though - they have a phone in their main bathroom. Not sure why - they just do.
So as Sweetie was taking care of her business, the phone rang. Aha! Sweetie decided she must answered it (not realizing that Nana had already done so using the kitchen phone).
It was my dad who was calling, just to say hi.
Well, Sweetie quickly dominated the entire conversation with her complete and utter amazement. She was talking to Nana and Papa AT THE SAME TIME! How cool was that?! Wow!
When I arrived later to pick her up - and Papa had just arrived from work as well - Sweetie was still talking about the awesomeness that was The Bathroom Phone Incident.
Then she proceeded to loudly and excitedly tell me all about it!
Mom told me that, as Sweetie and she were on the phone with Papa, mom took a walk down to the bathroom to check on Sweetie in person.
Sweetie was standing there, talking on the phone, happy as could be, with her pants down around her ankles.
It was probably around this point when my dad declared - Okay. I gotta get going now.
Poor dad - didn't get a word in edge-wise around all of Sweetie's exuberance.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Good News/Bad News
Good news! We're hosting Movie Night for our friends this weekend!
(Bad news. Movie Night has dwindled - most likely - to only 2 friends coming over, instead of the 4-5 that it used to be).
Good news! I'm hosting Book Club this weekend!
(Bad news. That's dwindled to only 3 people coming over - 1 of whom is my mom - instead of the 5-7 people it used to be. Plus? None of us finished - or particularly liked - the book we're discussing. Except, perhaps, Mom. There's still hope for her finishing and/or having a positive review).
Good news! We 3 were all excited about and had a great time at the Spina Bifida Association of Massachusetts Christmas Party last weekend. It was a fun-filled day shared with some really great people!
(Bad news. Hubby was sad to lose the jester-style Santa hat in the Yankee Swap, and Sweetie is frustrated by her inability to draw exactly what she envisions on the Doodle Bear Santa gave her... And I ended up with so-ugly-they're-cute Christmas-themed plates from the Swap. Eh. Whatever. It's not all about the loot... Read more about those adventures here).
Good news! Considering the holiday/gift-purchasing season, plus some unexpected banking snafus as of late, we're still doing okay financially. Knock on wood.
(Bad news. Hubby forgot to turn in his work time-slip last week, so there's no paycheck from him this week)
Good news! I decided not to buy tickets to The Nutcracker Suite on the one and only weekend day we have free this month. Woo hoo! A completely open day!
(Bad news. I decided not to buy tickets to The Nutcracker Suite on the one and only weekend day we have free this month. I really think Sweetie would have loved it).
Good news! Hubby's done with his out-of-town job! He's home!
(Bad news. Hubby's home... and I can't concentrate on writing anything even remotely brilliant when he's watching, and laughing at, the T.V. in the same room where I am).
Monday, December 03, 2007
Mama Monday #86
Theme: Surprises
For the last two months or so, I've had the great honor of posting each week's theme over at Mama Says Om. No, I wasn't the one who came up with the new themes - I just looked at my provided list and published the new word on their site.
So yesterday I went to log on to post the new theme - which was to be "Surprises" - when I received a shocking surprise myself - Mama Says Om is shutting down. Effective December 2nd.
Oh! How sad! I've had so much fun writing my Mama Mondays over the last year and a half. I can't believe this very special community of strong Mamas will no longer be available to me (at least in this form) or that I'll no longer feel the thrill of learning the new writing prompt, allowing my mind to wander and my words to wrap around their themes in unique and meaningful ways.
It's been a joy, Mamas. I real pleasure to work with you, to join with you, and to write with you. I've had a blast with your site and I am extremely sad to see it go.
At the same time, I completely understand the need - and desire - to move on to bigger and better things. I know you'll come up with a new way for interweb Mamas to come together and make the world a better place in both big and small ways. I'm excited to see what form that takes and to hopefully be an active part in it.
Wishing you all the best. Thanks for the memories!
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P.S. - When I told Hubby there'd be no more Mama Mondays, he suggested that I keep it up anyway, coming up with my own themes to write about. But I'm not sure how I could do that all on my own - I wouldn't be able to decide objectively on the random words to use as my jumping-off points. That's where I turn to you, dear readers...
If you'd like to see me continue with my Mama Mondays (most likely under a different title, though), please leave a comment(s) with some theme words you'd like to see me work with.
In fact, if anyone would like to join me in these weekly writing ventures, please let me know that as well. Perhaps we could start a new adaptation on the Mama Mondays experience. Let's have some fun discovering the power of our words. I'm sure will be surprised with all the exciting experiences we can dream up, create and share.
For the last two months or so, I've had the great honor of posting each week's theme over at Mama Says Om. No, I wasn't the one who came up with the new themes - I just looked at my provided list and published the new word on their site.
So yesterday I went to log on to post the new theme - which was to be "Surprises" - when I received a shocking surprise myself - Mama Says Om is shutting down. Effective December 2nd.
Oh! How sad! I've had so much fun writing my Mama Mondays over the last year and a half. I can't believe this very special community of strong Mamas will no longer be available to me (at least in this form) or that I'll no longer feel the thrill of learning the new writing prompt, allowing my mind to wander and my words to wrap around their themes in unique and meaningful ways.
It's been a joy, Mamas. I real pleasure to work with you, to join with you, and to write with you. I've had a blast with your site and I am extremely sad to see it go.
At the same time, I completely understand the need - and desire - to move on to bigger and better things. I know you'll come up with a new way for interweb Mamas to come together and make the world a better place in both big and small ways. I'm excited to see what form that takes and to hopefully be an active part in it.
Wishing you all the best. Thanks for the memories!
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P.S. - When I told Hubby there'd be no more Mama Mondays, he suggested that I keep it up anyway, coming up with my own themes to write about. But I'm not sure how I could do that all on my own - I wouldn't be able to decide objectively on the random words to use as my jumping-off points. That's where I turn to you, dear readers...
If you'd like to see me continue with my Mama Mondays (most likely under a different title, though), please leave a comment(s) with some theme words you'd like to see me work with.
In fact, if anyone would like to join me in these weekly writing ventures, please let me know that as well. Perhaps we could start a new adaptation on the Mama Mondays experience. Let's have some fun discovering the power of our words. I'm sure will be surprised with all the exciting experiences we can dream up, create and share.
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Sweetie Saturday #85 - The "That Not Make Any Sense" Edition
When Sweetie was younger and she didn't understand something we told her, she'd always say,
That not make any sense.
Well, Sweetie? Lately, it's you who's not making any sense.
For example...
I love Sweetie's book Bear Snores On. If she'd let me read it to her every night at bedtime, that would be fine with me. Trouble is - she never lets me read it to her at all. She always picks a different book.
But the other night she finally agreed that I could read it. Great!
After the story, I commented about how much I really liked it, with Sweetie responding,
Yeah! I love that story!
You do? But you never let me read it to you.
Yeah. But now I've been to Hershey, so now I like it.
Huh? What the heck does that have to do with anything?! That not make any sense at all!
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Similar reasoning was explained to me this past Monday when I turned the channel away from Bob The Builder.
Hey! Don't change the channel, Mama! I love Bob The Builder!
What? You hardly ever watch this?
Well, I've been to Hershey now, so I like it.
Whatever. Crazy.
(For those not keeping score - we went to Hershey Park this past summer. Obviously, it still holds a lot of great memories for Sweetie).
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Sweetie drew a picture at school the other day - same as she does on most school days. But this picture was of a particularly interesting subject.
The school's bathroom.
Behold....
See? That's the potty itself (an aerial view) over to the right. Then, in the middle/bottom - that's the door to the bathroom, with the red (so we've been told) smiley face showing, indicating that someone is using the bathroom (as opposed to the green smiley face when the bathroom is free). And over to the left we've got Sweetie herself, getting some paper towels to dry her hands.
And that 1-2-3 business? Well, Sweetie's former 3-year old room teacher taught Sweetie the saying, 1-2-3, that's enough for me! (in terms of how much toilet paper a person needs to use). So that's what Sweetie's written here - 1 2 3 (squiggliness for the "that's enough for" part) Me.
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Last night I let Sweetie stay up to watch The Polar Express. It meant going to bed about an hour and a half past her usual bedtime, but I felt it was okay, since today is Saturday and we've got nowhere to go.
(Plus, I secretly knew that if she went to bed later, she'd be likely to sleep in later too).
Then, about 5:30 this morning, Sweetie called Daddy to her room because her hands were all crinkly (asleep). So that disturbed her, and it was just a bit of work in general to get her to settle back to bed.
But that's fine too - because now she'll fall asleep again and really let us sleep late! Awesome!
Nope. Come 6:40 I heard her get up to go to the bathroom. Then she was playing in her room - not very quietly. Then, at 6:54, she came into our room to complain that it was too long to wait until 7:00!
Oh well. So much for my ulterior motives.
I guess your sleeping habits are making just about as much nonsense as you are lately, Sweetie.
That not make any sense.
Well, Sweetie? Lately, it's you who's not making any sense.
For example...
I love Sweetie's book Bear Snores On. If she'd let me read it to her every night at bedtime, that would be fine with me. Trouble is - she never lets me read it to her at all. She always picks a different book.
But the other night she finally agreed that I could read it. Great!
After the story, I commented about how much I really liked it, with Sweetie responding,
Yeah! I love that story!
You do? But you never let me read it to you.
Yeah. But now I've been to Hershey, so now I like it.
Huh? What the heck does that have to do with anything?! That not make any sense at all!
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Similar reasoning was explained to me this past Monday when I turned the channel away from Bob The Builder.
Hey! Don't change the channel, Mama! I love Bob The Builder!
What? You hardly ever watch this?
Well, I've been to Hershey now, so I like it.
Whatever. Crazy.
(For those not keeping score - we went to Hershey Park this past summer. Obviously, it still holds a lot of great memories for Sweetie).
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Sweetie drew a picture at school the other day - same as she does on most school days. But this picture was of a particularly interesting subject.
The school's bathroom.
Behold....
See? That's the potty itself (an aerial view) over to the right. Then, in the middle/bottom - that's the door to the bathroom, with the red (so we've been told) smiley face showing, indicating that someone is using the bathroom (as opposed to the green smiley face when the bathroom is free). And over to the left we've got Sweetie herself, getting some paper towels to dry her hands.
And that 1-2-3 business? Well, Sweetie's former 3-year old room teacher taught Sweetie the saying, 1-2-3, that's enough for me! (in terms of how much toilet paper a person needs to use). So that's what Sweetie's written here - 1 2 3 (squiggliness for the "that's enough for" part) Me.
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Last night I let Sweetie stay up to watch The Polar Express. It meant going to bed about an hour and a half past her usual bedtime, but I felt it was okay, since today is Saturday and we've got nowhere to go.
(Plus, I secretly knew that if she went to bed later, she'd be likely to sleep in later too).
Then, about 5:30 this morning, Sweetie called Daddy to her room because her hands were all crinkly (asleep). So that disturbed her, and it was just a bit of work in general to get her to settle back to bed.
But that's fine too - because now she'll fall asleep again and really let us sleep late! Awesome!
Nope. Come 6:40 I heard her get up to go to the bathroom. Then she was playing in her room - not very quietly. Then, at 6:54, she came into our room to complain that it was too long to wait until 7:00!
Oh well. So much for my ulterior motives.
I guess your sleeping habits are making just about as much nonsense as you are lately, Sweetie.
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