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Archive for September 16, 2009
15
Sep 2009
Things I would like to do (but won’t)
1. Run away and join the circus.
Depending on the day, this is very attractive. Big Daddy says he’ll hunt me down, but I call bullshit. I don’t know what I would DO at the circus though. No beard, not interesting appendages, not that flexible, not into heights or sticking my head into large carnivores mouths, so that’s probably out, but I like to think about it
2. Put the baby down to sleep over night on her tummy
I’m afraid of SIDS. Really afraid. Super afraid. I was worse when the Princess was little. Nearly hysterical. Now, I’m just passingly afraid, but scared enough that I won’t put Baby Bee to sleep over night on her tummy. I wish I could. She sleeps so well on her tummy. So, instead of getting more sleep, but being afraid, I wwait with baited breath for the day that she starts rolling over so I can put her down to sleep peacefully on her tummy with less concern.
Not NO concern. Just less.
3. Ban Football
I don’t hate football, per se. It’s okay. It’s really just a fall interlude to distract us on weekends before hockey comes on, but the reason I really don’t like football? It screws up m DVR’ed shows. I hate watching 45 minuts of “60 Minutes” and 15 minutes of “The Amazing Race” because the Raiders game ran over.
However, one thing I DO like about football is Brian Urlacher’s name. I get great phonetic satisfaction out of saying his name and since you can’t just ru around yelling out “URLACHER!” in the summer, football season is a great excuse to do it.
4. Never have to do laundry. Throw out dirty clothes and buy new
Not that i like new clothes or clothes shopping that much, I just hate doing laundry. You could also add toilets and showers to the list because I don’t like cleaning them either. Disposable toilets and showers would be so great.
Little Mama |
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14
Sep 2009
Menu Plan Monday
We’re starting another week. Littlebit attends preschool one day this week and then next week will settle into her two days a week schedule. I’ve been struggling lately with exhaustion (ugh) and with the length of my to-do list. Littlebit has been struggling with naps and things just feel a wee bit crazy.
Thankfully, we’re eating (mostly) out of the freezer this week.
Monday
Macaroni and cheese, chicken nuggets and cucumbers
Tuesday
Chicken brushetta casserole, garlic bread and salad
Wednesday
Taco spaghetti and corn
Thursday
BBQ pork sammies, sweet potato fries and corn
Friday
Pizza and a movie night
Saturday
Family in town for Littlebit’s birthday party, so we may eat out
Sunday
Littlebit’s birthday!
Next weekend, we will be cooking Once a Month Mom’s September plan with childcare help from my Mother-in-law. Big Daddy and I are actually looking forward to the process and I’m hoping it will save us money AND time because time always seems like it’s at SUCH a premium.
12
Sep 2009
Bugga T.
Is what I call her. Or Bugga Tater. Or just Tater. Here I call her Littlebit. She is my wild child. She is hair all over the place as she runs and jumps and dances and laughs. She is so different from the Princess that it is like night and day. My Princess so sweet and girlie and careful and Littlebit, my Bugga, so off the wall. She jumps off stairs and curbs and furniture. She is nearly fearless. She is amazing.
She is three. Today.
I wanted to capture her to put into words, but I can’t. I just love her and that’s all. Happy Birthday, sweet Littlebit.
Jamie |
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11
Sep 2009
9/11
At first, I thought a small plane had crashed into Sears tower. When I stumbled down stairs with the Princess just in time to watch the first tower collapse live I called Big Daddy and begged hm to come home. It seemed like we were under attack and it was all I could do not stay as calm as possible to not upset the Princess. Big Daddy was working on airport grounds that day an not only had they gotten two of our planes, but after the crash in OH, I was afraid they were working their way west, towards us and Big Daddy.
The phone rang off the hook all day with people calling to make sure Big Daddy, for any reason, wasn’t on one of the doomed flights.
We spent the day with Big Daddy’s uncle. His cousin was a new Marine reservist and we knew we were headed to war.
The Princess-September 12
On the Cantor Fitzgerald website they listed each person who had died along with a picture and you could read things people had written about them. I read until there was a post from a wife speaking about her toddler daughter missing her “Da”, the same thing our toddler aged Princess called Big Daddy at the time and I cried until I got sick.
I secretly memorized the identifying features on Big Daddy’s body in case I ever had the horrible task of identifying him from only a small swatch of his body.
When the planes started flying again, an American Airlines jet sent out a distress signal and the scrambled fighter jets went super sonic over our house. I was in the kitchen having lunch with the Princess when the sonic boom pushed against our garage door twice. I have never felt such fear in my life as I did that moment as I struggled to piece it all together, hold it all together and figure out my escape route at the same time.
I will never again board a plane without considering what from my now limited supplies I could use to disable or kill a terrorist.
I will likely never live again without a plane in the sky.
I will never ever forget.
30-something mom of three beautiful girls, known herein as the Princess, Littlebit and Baby Bee, and married for more than a decade to my fabulous husband, Big Daddy. Living in my dream home in progress in mostly rural Ohio, I share recipes, craft ideas and how to manage all the loose ends of a busy, family life.
