Posted by: la folle maman | June 26, 2009

You will be missed my little friend

Once upon a time, I was a very proud owner of four cats.  They were my babies, they were my companions, they were treated very well.

Duzee, we'll miss you

Duzee, we'll miss you

I’d like to say that trend continued after Monkey was born but it’s just not true.  I had a hard time adjusting to life as a mommy and my cat “mommy” duties gradually fell to the wayside.  Captain and Tennille were the first victims of this downward turn.  Now Duzee will be.  Tomorrow I will have the very difficult task of putting her to sleep.

She now weighs 3.8 pounds because of her hyperthyroidism.  I’d like to say I faithfully gave her the medicine every day but that’s just not true.  And I feel horrible about that. She is very frail, has a hard time walking and barely eats.  It’s time to say the least.  And now I’m wondering if I selfishly hung onto her too long.

Truth is, I should have given the cats away before Monkey was born.  I thought I could handle it all but I can barely remember to take my own medicine and Monkey is the number one priority, of course, so that left the cats low on the priority list.

So tonight, Duzee gets to sleep upstairs with us.  The first time since a couple months before Monkey was born.  And as I type this guilt-laden post, she sits beside me asleep.  The vet said to spend as much time with her as I could before tomorrow.  I just feel horrible.

I’m so sorry Duzee.  I’m sorry I couldn’t do better by you.

Posted by: la folle maman | June 16, 2009

Don’t drink the water!

This is the joke everyone hears inevitably when there are a bunch of pregnancies around (especially in one’s office). drinkH20My office has (yet again this year) had a slew of pregnancies. In fact, many of my close friends are either pregnant or have had a child recently (BTW, congrats to Caramama!).  And I still am asked at least once a week by someone either at work or elsewhere, “When’s number two coming along?”  And with the 12 pounds I’ve put on recently, I almost feel like saying “Oh about 6 months” just to shock them a little.  (And NO, it’s just regular FAT, not preggo fat.  Something I’m not too happy about.)

DH and I have debated the timing of the second child heavily. I’m definitely getting closer to feeling like trying than I was a couple months ago. Today Monkey and I were shopping and as we exited the store, a woman pushing a cart in front of us had what was obviously a very new baby in a car seat. Seeing that baby didn’t freak me out or drum up any anxiety as it would have before which is good. In fact, I was kinda envious and realized maybe I CAN do it again.

But for Heaven’s to bitsy, don’t ask when!! :)

Posted by: la folle maman | June 8, 2009

Eau de Birthday Boy

Eau de Birthday Boy will evoke memories of summer days spent playing outdoors, get sweaty and not minding it a bit.  This complex fragrance is made up of many scents including sunblock, dirt, sweat tones and notes of sugary icing and cake.birthdayBoy

Notes: Sunblock, Dirt, Earth, Sweat, Sugar, Vanilla

Style: Timeless, fun and innocent

I was sitting next to Monkey this evening after picking him up from daycare and admiring his little boy funk.  They had a party for him today and it was obvious he had cake all over him at some point.

Posted by: la folle maman | June 7, 2009

Happy 2nd Birthday, Monkey!

Tomorrow my little baby will be two years old. I can hardly believe it.  We had a small birthday party for him yesterday and I actually made an Elmo cake!  He received lots of good stuff from Mommy and Daddy, Grandma and Grandpa and his Great-Grandmother.  Even though the party theme was Elmo, I ended up buying him a ton of Wall-e and Nemo stuff, including two beach towels with these characters for our trip to the beach later this summer!

He’s so smart for a two year old (IMO – yes, proud mother about to brag). He repeats everything (good and bad), sleeps in his own big boy bed, has learned how to take off and put on his pants (and diaper) and is starting to learn how to use the potty. It’s just so hard to believe that two years ago tomorrow, he came into this world a helpless, tiny little baby.

Love you, Monkey and I’m so proud of you.

Posted by: la folle maman | May 26, 2009

SONGS!

About a month or so ago, I took the iPod player/speakers we had bought just before Monkey was born out of hiding from the disorganized mess we call our “home office”. I set it up in our kitchen and one morning, I decided to play some music while Monkey and I got the chance to wake up. Okay, who are we kidding, it was to wake me up.

This has become a regular occurance now not only in the morning during breakfast but just about anytime Monkey is in the kitchen. He’ll request, “SONGS!” And this was really cute, so of course, we obliged.

Then it became, “MY SONGS!” He would no longer tolerate DH playing some BT or me playing some Leonard Bernstein. It had to be HIS songs, various children’s music I have downloaded or purchased. Finicky little bugger.

It’s not so bad. I could shoot myself for one of the albums I bought where the children who are singing the songs are so shrill you just want to strangle something. But others aren’t so bad, and I have a strong recommendation for Snack Time, by the Barenaked Ladies or Here Come the 123s (The Disney Mickey Mouse Clubhouse), by They Might Be Giants, should you be in the market for pleasant, non-suicidal children’s music.  My favorite song is Raisins from the Barenaked Ladies.  Give it a listen.  Very catchy tune with just enough wit to amuse a parent and nonsense to amuse kids.

Posted by: la folle maman | May 21, 2009

Today’s relevant song

There’s only so much you can learn in one place
The more that I wait, the more time that I waste

I havn’t got much time to waste
It’s time to make my way
I’m not afraid of what I’ll face
But I’m afraid to stay
I’m going down my road and I can make it alone
I’ll work and I’ll fight till I find a place of my own

Posted by: la folle maman | May 13, 2009

Monkey’s Language and Memory Skills

Monkey’s language skills have improved so greatly.  He’s using sentences now and today, I realized he’s learned a new language.  Body language.

It was really cute even though he didn’t mean for it to be.

He was playing with his pretend kitchen set.  Cooking up some rocks — real rocks people, not crack.  I was sitting behind him a few feet away just watching as he imitated what he thought “cooking” involved.  Suddenly, he wips around and looks at me with slightly squinted eyes and slightly pursed lips, “No touch.  HOT!”  And then continued fake cooking.  I couldn’t help but giggle a little.  So cute.

Then later this evening, we were wrapping up eating his REAL dinner.  He had climbed down from his chair and still had a banana in his hand.  Slowly he backed into our dining room where there is carpet — where he’s not supposed to have food — all the while looking at me.  As he stepped, he said something which took me a while to decipher.  At first, it sounded like, “ook a ee, I touch butt.”  Then I realized, he was QUOTING a line from Finding Nemo!  The part where the little fish named Sheldon says, “Ooo, look at me!  I’m going to touch the butt!”

Not only was his memory good enough to remember the line, but the motion associated with it.  Moving backward toward something he wasn’t supposed to touch!  The inflection in his voice was almost perfect, too!  AMAZING!

Posted by: la folle maman | May 10, 2009

Being a Mom means …

… rarely getting to sleep in and relishing the days you have the opportunity to do so.

… praying you can drop your kid off at daycare and get to work without one stain.

… you don’t “do” your hair everyday — or even once a week.

… silence is now comforting and not scary, unless the children are awake. :)

… loving the littlest but sweetest hugs and kisses.

… your day can be all better with a tiny voiced “wuv yoo”.

… knowing though your work will never be done, you’ve known no better reward than your child’s smile.

Happy Mommy’s Day to all the muthas!

Posted by: la folle maman | April 26, 2009

Quit pissing in my cornflakes!

I must have done something recently karmically which required little things to go wrong or not my way recently.  Maybe it was that woman I flipped off yesterday for tailgating me (it was 8 am on Saturday morning, gimme a break)?

I’m not going to whine on about all of the little things that have added up to me feeling like the world is pissing in my cornflakes because they’re minor but all together, really annoying!

Posted by: la folle maman | April 4, 2009

Hint, hint … I need a sandbox

This sandbox comes with shovels and tootsie rolls!
This sandbox comes with shovels and tootsie rolls!

So after this picture, we placed a board in the track to keep him out of the shower with the litter in it.  However, he’s really smart and figured out that he can just shake the doors really hard and get the board to fall out.  Now we’re devising a new plan that will keep him out of that bathroom entirely but allow the cats to still get to their bathroom!

Wish us luck!

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