Tomorrow morning I leave my baby for the first time in his whole life (almost 16 months of never being away from him for more than several hours). I am going alone to North Carolina for the weekend to see my college best friend, Andrea, finally tie the knot. And leaving Mike to take care of the kiddo and get to see what my life is like for a few days. Maybe both of them will love and appreciate me more when I return.
I am going to be a bawling wreck saying goodbye. Please pray for our safety and time apart. I keep having nightmares about something terrible happening while I am away.
6/29/2006
Heartburn Haiku
Sleeping just an hour,
Awakened by the burning,
Tossed all my cookies.
That was the story of the rest of my birthday night after a wonderful dinner date out with Mike yesterday. I was up for much of the night unsuccessfully popping my fickle new best friend, Tums.
**Side Note: I got a C on a poem (not this one;-) in my high school English class. Can you believe it? That really ticked me off because things like poetry and art are so subjective. 12+ years later and I am still not over it.**
Awakened by the burning,
Tossed all my cookies.
That was the story of the rest of my birthday night after a wonderful dinner date out with Mike yesterday. I was up for much of the night unsuccessfully popping my fickle new best friend, Tums.
**Side Note: I got a C on a poem (not this one;-) in my high school English class. Can you believe it? That really ticked me off because things like poetry and art are so subjective. 12+ years later and I am still not over it.**
Older and Wider
Here is a picture of me living large on my 30th birthday yesterday. I am 26 going on 27 weeks pregnant now. And I was asked this week if I am due any day now or if I am having twins. When I told the first ignoranamous that I still had three months to go, he said, "Oh, you must be having a really big baby." Whatever. I take it all in stride because I know I am quite a sexy mama, if I do say so myself. Or at least that is what I keep telling myself. 
6/20/2006
You are an Amazing Daddy!
Happy Father's Day, Mike (a little belated)!! Our son is truly blessed to have an "ada" who is so fun and such a great example of a man and father for him.
Thank you for being all to him that I am not--the rough houser, the playful one when I am burnt out in the evening, the giver of junk food and toys when mama wants him to eat his wheat bread.
I couldn't imagine doing this alone. You are so integral to our family, our son.
Lucas and I really love and appreciate you.
Play Dates are Dangerous
Take a few weeks ago for example, when my son found a real saw complete with sharp, knarled teeth on the floor when we played with a neighbor friend's little girl. He walked over to me holding it. I just about messed my pants. Turns out my friend's husband had been working on a construction project over the weekend and since her little one isn't walking yet, she didn't even think about the fact that tools were lying around. I am so glad that Lucas didn't fall on it or something.
We tried another friend's house today, one with no construction to be safe, but it still didn't matter. When I ran out to the car to get his booster seat for lunch, I left Lucas standing at their front screen crying for me. I was gone a few seconds. As I opened the screen, Lucas fell out. What the heck? The little 2 year old boy that we were visiting had shut the door on the other side of him, trapping Lucas between the shut door and the screen. Maybe it is a good thing that Lucas is such a skinny boy afterall. I felt like a crappy mom for letting that happen to my son. I know it is really not my fault, but if I had just taken him it wouldn't have happened. Luckily he was fine as soon as I comforted him. Later on, when Lucas pooped on their floor, I didn't feel so bad;-).
In both cases, Lucas could have been seriously hurt. We are staying home for a while!! It's a crazy world we live in when your one year old can get killed on a play date.
We tried another friend's house today, one with no construction to be safe, but it still didn't matter. When I ran out to the car to get his booster seat for lunch, I left Lucas standing at their front screen crying for me. I was gone a few seconds. As I opened the screen, Lucas fell out. What the heck? The little 2 year old boy that we were visiting had shut the door on the other side of him, trapping Lucas between the shut door and the screen. Maybe it is a good thing that Lucas is such a skinny boy afterall. I felt like a crappy mom for letting that happen to my son. I know it is really not my fault, but if I had just taken him it wouldn't have happened. Luckily he was fine as soon as I comforted him. Later on, when Lucas pooped on their floor, I didn't feel so bad;-).
In both cases, Lucas could have been seriously hurt. We are staying home for a while!! It's a crazy world we live in when your one year old can get killed on a play date.
Dumb Doctors
Yesterday we saw Lucas' allergist for the test results to the recent bloodwork he had done. It turns out that the only thing that came back seeming to be a food allergy at this point is egg whites. Milk and nuts are ok for him to have. We came home and celebrated with a normal kid meal of PB&J for lunch and he liked it!
I was pretty happy with the visit and the good news that we received. My kid can finally eat most anything. It's been a long road. And then the doctor looked at his weight chart and burst my bubble. Lucas is off the charts skinny weightwise--far below average. I know this. I've been dealing with this issue for most of his life. We've gone to the doctor monthly for weight checks, seen a GI specialist, gone to a nutritionist. I feed him well and try to give him tons of fatty things. My kid is just small. I've come to accept this as normal for him. There is nothing else that I can do aside from injecting Crisco into his veins.
She called him a case of "Failure to Thrive." Isn't that a great thing to say to a worry-wart, easily pissed off, pregnant mom? My first instinct was to cry and then pop her one in the mouth. Bite me, Dr. Downer!
I was pretty happy with the visit and the good news that we received. My kid can finally eat most anything. It's been a long road. And then the doctor looked at his weight chart and burst my bubble. Lucas is off the charts skinny weightwise--far below average. I know this. I've been dealing with this issue for most of his life. We've gone to the doctor monthly for weight checks, seen a GI specialist, gone to a nutritionist. I feed him well and try to give him tons of fatty things. My kid is just small. I've come to accept this as normal for him. There is nothing else that I can do aside from injecting Crisco into his veins.
She called him a case of "Failure to Thrive." Isn't that a great thing to say to a worry-wart, easily pissed off, pregnant mom? My first instinct was to cry and then pop her one in the mouth. Bite me, Dr. Downer!
6/05/2006
Bulbous
Yesterday I overheard Michael talking on the phone to his grandmother in Florida. The conversation went something like this: "Oh she's doing fine, feeling good, getting really bulbous." This is the same grandmother that has serious weight issues...may even have an eating disorder. The one that came up to me at a crowded family gathering when I was pregnant with Lucas, made a "fat face" by puffing out her cheeks and then asked "Amanda, how much weight have you gained?" This is the one that Mike told I was getting huge. Great.A man at church came up to me a couple weeks ago and asked if I was due really soon. "Actually, I am just halfway there," was my rather embarrassed reply. "Wow, how much bigger will you get?!" he exclaimed amusedly. I was not humored.
Why is it that some people feel at liberty to say anything that they think to a pregnant woman about her size? Don't they realize that a pregnant woman has enough of a complex about her expanding body on her own without any unsolicited rude comments. Keep your big fat trap shut or one might get ticked off and sit on you!
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