Mrs Big Dubya

I hate you internet

2010-03-12T09:49:00.003-05:00

I have come to hate the internet.... I guess it's really a love/hate thing.

The Big Dubya started a blog when we were expecting our first baby.... I thought it was kind of silly, but then I saw the community he was becoming part of and I wanted to write too -- so this site was born. It's been a place to vent, to celebrate, to seek advice...... it gave birth to TheWhinery, which I want to be so much more than it is -- but, life gets in the way and it's just a hobby still trying to get off the ground.

Then came Facebook and Twitter and it all became a blur. I loved the ability to reconnect with old friends on Facebook -- to keep track of the busy lives that I am a part of -- and then I made new "friends" on Twitter.

I learned of the death of a dear friend on Facebook -- nobody should ever learn of their friend's death by reading eulogies left on his Facebook page -- but I did.

I scrambled for confirmation -- for someone to tell me what happened.

The unthinkable was confirmed and I realized that we hadn't seen each other in way too long.... I hadn't met his beautiful little girl.... I had only met his wife once or twice and had yet to make her my friend.... he always said we'd be friends if we had chance to spend some time together.

We had made plans several times to get together -- only to have something come up and plans were postponed, rescheduled, broken...

I suppose these are the regrets everyone has when they lose a dear friend --

I began to forgive the internet a little bit -- and then I got sucked into a story that actually made news. I believed a story one of my Twitter "friends" told about a harrowing incident in an airport with her small child. I was so offended and angry -- I too, had bad experiences with airport personnel and children, but nothing like this.

I was then mortified to learn that I'd been had -- the whole story was made up. I'm not sure why I was so upset -- yes, I blindly trusted this woman..... kind of serves me right for putting my faith in someone I don't know at all. But, I believed her and asked my "friends" to believe her too.

I quit Twitter immediately and I've all but stopped blogging.

I'd like to get back to blogging -- I'm just kind of worn down.....

Conversation at Work

2009-07-17T13:03:00.003-04:00

Work Dude: Your kids seriously don't drink anything but milk or water?

Mrs Big Dubya: 'lil Dubya drinks some watered down apple juice, but yeah.... other than that it's just milk and water

Work Dude: Wow, that's pretty good

Mrs Big Dubya: Yeah, but we go through something like 6 gallons of milk a week

Work Dude: 6 gallons? man that's a lot of milk -- where on earth do you keep six gallons of milk

Mrs Big Dubya: The beer fridge

Work Dude: The beer fridge?

Mrs Big Dubya: Yeah, we've got a fridge in the basement where we keep the beer -- we put some of the milk in there too -- it's a full size fridge, so it comes in handy

Work Dude: You actually have a fridge full of beer and milk?

Mrs Big Dubya: Yeah, pretty much

Work Dude: Hmmmmm

The odd thing, this whole conversation didn't seem weird to me -- just everybody else who heard it. I'm wondering if maybe we've got issues

Gym? Gym Who? I don't know anybody named Gym

2009-07-03T07:24:00.003-04:00

So..... as I've posted here, we are done.

I still stumble over it a little -- it's a little hard even now, but it's a good decision -- it's the right decision -- it's not that I wouldn't love to have another baby -- I would. But I know that I'm beyond blessed with the three that I have and that we are done. The Big Dubya is ready to move on to the next chapter of our lives.... the chapter without bottles, without diapers..... maybe a chapter where we sleep a little.

And well, the 'lillest man is done nursing -- has been done for a couple of months now. This is the longest I've gone without being pregnant in 5 years...... 5 years!

So, my body..... man, my body has taken a beating.

I'm not that big -- yes, I've got some pounds to lose, but I'm still a relatively small person. I'm just lumpy.... really, really lumpy.

So, I did it -- I joined a gym.

More surprising..... I actually go. I go a lot. I'm actually starting to see results. I'm still lumpy, but it's working.

It's only been a few weeks, so I'm not going to declare myself a gym-junky or anything -- I still don't love it -- I watch the clock while I'm there to see when I'm done -- but I go.... and this is a big step forward for me.

PS I was a guest-contributor at DadCentric for Father's Day -- check it out!

2009-06-15T12:36:00.003-04:00

I was 17 years old.

He was 19, young -- handsome -- funny -- he had a fake ID, and he was paying attention to me.

Nobody ever paid attention to me -- this was a first. I liked the attention, but didn't really appreciate it -- I was getting ready to go off to college -- he didn't want to hold me back -- we became great friends.

He visited me in college -- everyone predicted we'd end up together -- we were Harry & Sally, but no, we weren't meant to be together that way -- it was almost like we loved each other too much to settle for each other.... if that makes any sense.

We helped each other celebrate new loves, and then get over broken hearts..... we went to our friends' weddings together -- we kept each other company while we waited for "the one"

We talked all night after his girlfriend broke his heart

He took me out drinking when some guy blew me off

I held his hand the day his mother passed away

I was nervous the day I had to tell him I was getting married -- there was no need to be, he was so happy for me.... he had faith that his "one" was out there.... and she was.

I was thrilled the day he told me he'd met "her", the day he called to tell me he'd bought a ring.... the day he called to tell me that they were expecting a baby..... and the day he called to tell me that they'd named his beautiful baby daughter after his mom.

I cried like a baby when I read that he'd died

I sobbed uncontrollably when I knelt before his casket to say goodbye, when I embraced his wife and thanked her for taking care of my guy, for making him so happy, for giving him his daughter, for showing him the gift of true love and profound joy.

He was 39, older but still handsome -- and gone way too soon

Rest in Peace my dear friend

Do you ever feel like we are all just too plugged in?

2009-05-20T19:29:00.002-04:00

Let me be clear -- I have a cell phone, I have a blackberry and yes, I have a laptop... two of them actually. And yes, I bring some subset of the group with me just about everywhere I go.

But, can't we just unplug sometimes? Just for a few hours?

Case in point, a few weeks ago we were at a First Communion party for our nephews -- and while outside watching the kids play -- husband is on the blackberry. After seeing him whip it out a half a dozen times, I finally asked "What is so important?"..... he got annoyed and it was put away.

Over this past weekend we went to a concert.... our first "date night" in months and everybody in the place, including my date, was recording the concert with their blackberry/cellphone.

Seriously?

Why are you there if you are so busy working your phone that you aren't even watching the show? Do you really need to take a fuzzy picture of the act on stage? Okay fine, maybe you need one -- but do you need dozens of them? Do you absolutely need to post a photo of the beer you are drinking on Twitter? It looks remarkably like the last one you had -- and I suspect it will be indistinguishable from the next one too, no?

Can't we please just unplug once in a while?

The difference between one kid and three kids?

2009-05-10T20:40:00.003-04:00

I might make this a regular series....

One kid -- you hope you can finish your lunch before the kid wakes up from his/her nap....

Three kids -- you just accept the fact that your lunch is the crust you cut off the grilled cheese and/or peanut butter & jelly sandwich and there's no chance of you actually being able to sit down and eat it -- just jam it into your mouth and be grateful you can chew.

The difference between one kid and three kids?

2009-05-06T18:45:00.003-04:00

When you have one kid and he/she pees and/or pukes in your bed, you get up immediately and change the sheets -- anything else would be disgusting.

When you have three kids and one of them pees and/or pukes in your bed..... again. You wipe it up the best you can and throw a towel over it. You can change the sheets in the morning.... you need sleep so badly, you don't care how disgusting it is.

Happy Birthday!

2009-05-06T05:43:00.001-04:00

Happy Birthday to The Big Dubya!

Dirty Hot Dogs

2009-05-04T09:03:00.003-04:00

MrsBigDubya: What would you like for dinner?
'lil Dubyette: Hot dogs
Mrs BigDubya: Okay, I'll make you hot dogs
'lil Dubyette: Not dirty ones
Mr Big Dubya: Huh?
'lil Dubyette: I don't want dirty hot dogs
Mrs Big Dubya: Got it, you don't want dirty ones -- I'll make sure they are clean
Mr Big Dubya: Huh?
Mrs Big Dubya: She doesn't want them on the grill -- she doesn't like them to be charred

Summer's here......

2009-04-27T18:50:00.002-04:00

It came in with a roar..... summer arrived here in CT this past weekend -- we went from cold, dreary 40 degree weather to fillin' up the kiddie pool and firing up the blender.... ah, spring in New England.

In honor of warm weather's arrival, The Whinery's May assignment is a summery one.....

Go check it out!

Little Barrel

2009-04-24T19:13:00.003-04:00

New Post over at the Whinery.... perfect gift idea for Mother's Day -- and a coupon!

Check it out!

New Post over at The Whinery!

2009-04-17T09:31:00.001-04:00

Go on, go check it out!

Baseball anyone?

2009-04-16T11:02:00.004-04:00

Wanna win a copy of Wii Backyard Baseball 10? Did I mention the fabulous David Ortiz (Big Papi to those in RedSox Nation) is on the box?

Hubby's got some copies to give away, so stop by his site or DadCentric and try to win!!!

What are you waiting for.... FREE WII Game... c'mon scoot!

Things I wish were legit...

2009-04-16T10:54:00.002-04:00

I wish lose weight fast schemes would work.... not just for me and the 10lbs that I would love, love, love to lose.... but also for all the profoundly fat people who need to lose exorbidant amounts of weight to simply improve their health -- to make them more comfortable in their own skin, and to make them more available for their children... their family.

I wish those work-at-home deals were for real... I would love to work from home so that I could spend more time with my kids -- or even just supplement my income so that I wasn't always worried about our finances... so dependent on ouside forces to make a living.

I wish those organizations that raise money for the children in third-world-countries really made a difference -- instead of all that donated money going to executives and over-head

I would love it if all those products on the info-mmercials really worked... anybody have a Sham-Wow?

Just what's on my alleged mind today :)

Attachments....

2009-03-25T15:37:00.004-04:00

Haven't been posting much -- too busy..... too much to get into..... but I'm trying to come back, if any of you are still reading.

Lately, I've been focusing a lot on my 'lillest man..... he's gonna be 10 months in a few days and I'm so not sure where it went. I've been trying to savor all the "little" moments that I let zoom by with the other two -- but, they all just go by too fast. I'm trying to burn the site of that toothless grin on my brain -- pictures just aren't enough -- a picture just doesn't melt my heart the way the site of that smile.... that smile with one tiny little tooth popping out.

I've had to accept that this is my last one. I know, I'm so insanely blessed to have the three healthy, gorgeous children that I have -- to want more would absolutely be greedy -- that doesn't stop me from wondering ..... hmmmm, what if we won the Powerball?

But this is it -- I'm done. So, as I pack up all the little clothes..... I say a little good bye.

But there are some things that are harder to say good bye to than others -- for the Big Dubya, in a moment of weakness, he admitted that the baby papasan was going to be a tough one to see go. When we brought our first 'lil guy home from the hospital -- he was so tiny -- he weighed only 4lbs (just barely 4lbs) and we had to use receiving blankets to prop him up in it.

For me, there are little articles of clothing -- I'm going to give them a worthy set of parents-to-be so that I'll get to see them on a little one again..... but I'm sad to see them go.

I think the toughest is the basinette. I don't know why I'm so attached to that damn thing -- maybe it's because of the anticipation I felt when we first assembled it.... waiting for it's first little occupant. Maybe it was the excitement the second time we set it up, thinking it would be the last -- or maybe it's because I got to use it one more time..... I don't know.

It's odd to be so attached to a "thing" -- and I'm going to lend it out to another family -- but, this is the one thing..... I think I'd like to get back when they are done. I don't know why -- it's not fancy, or expensive and I will never get to use it again -- but I can't bear to let it go.

A tale of two mothers and two sons....

2009-01-04T21:45:00.003-05:00

So, tonight I had my first experience with a toddler in the ER.

Nothing serious -- thank God, but.... it was quite an experience.

The 'lil man got out of the tub and while I was cleaning his ears with a Q-tip, he squirmed and I poked him -- normally I wouldn't think anything of it -- his ears are really, really waxy and I do this after every bath -- but, while drying his hair he was crying and I looked down and there was blood coming out of his ear.

I called the ER and they said they couldn't give me any advice (Gee thanks, why do you have a phone then?), but if I was concerned -- bring him in and have it looked at. I was on the fence, but.... better safe than sorry and so, he & I headed off to the ER.

We arrived and the triage nurse was lovely and said that she'd seen so many cases of this exact thing and that I was right to have it checked out.

While the 'lil man & I sat in the waiting room I noticed another mother and son...... they could be us 15ish years from now. He was holding an ice pack on a splinted wrist and she was white as a ghost -- she just looked nauseaus. A police officer sat with them "interviewing" the kid.... he was pretty pale too and described to the cop where he'd been earlier in the evening. The cop was sharp.... or had more information than the kid realized because he kept asking the same questions over and over..... he caught the kid in a few inconsistencies.

Were you there earlier in the night?
What do you mean jut out driving? What streets were you on?
Was that the first time you were there?
Who was with you?
How fast were you going?
Why did you go back?
Where were you headed?
Why'd you go that way?

He cautioned the kid about how important it was to tell the truth and then said:

I know this is tough in front of your Mom, but it's important to be honest.

The kid was mortified -- he'd learned his lesson -- he'd been an idiot, driving too fast, etc. He kept apologizing to his mother, to the cop.... the cop told him to save it

Apologize to your buddy with the broken arm.... to your girlfriend who's still being evaluated... to your mother who you scared to death

The mother looked like she could throw up on the spot -- she was so grateful her son was okay and yet, was so devastated by what laid ahead. The husband/father arrived and sat with the wife -- offering her support, they discussed what came next -- calling in sick to work tomorrow -- staying in the ER til the other parents arrived and the other kids were released.

She looked at me as I plied the 'lil man with M&Ms and I could tell she was longing for the days when things were simpler.... I know I was grateful to be there for an over-zealous Q-tip rather than for what they were facing.

The 'lil man was called in -- everything was fine -- scratch in the ear canal -- some motrin, a band-aid on the wrist ('cuz it's cool) and some ear drops and we were on our way home..... the other family was still there when we left, dealing with other parents as they arrived -- I'd say they are all in for a long night.

It's like I knew.....deep down, I knew

2008-11-25T10:01:00.004-05:00

So, the story starts back in 2005..... when there was just me, Mr Big Dubya and the 'lil Dubya.

I was so excited about his first Christmas.... everything had to be "just right" -- we ordered our Christmas stockings from LLBean.... and I wanted "Joy" from Pottery Barn to hang them. Of course, I balked at the price Pottery Barn was charging -- hoped for a sale, waited too long and they sold out.... I couldn't get them.

It was okay, I got some replacement ones to tide us over.... I knew I wanted baby #2 and hoped that for Christmas 2006 we'd need "NOEL" anyway...... and so in 2006 when we were blessed with the 'lil Dubyette, I was determined to get "NOEL" and with a little help from eBay we did.

We used NOEL for 2006 and deep down in my heart I really wanted to upgrade to "PEACE" in 2007...... hubby had other ideas.

But here we are .... 2008 with another stocking to hang by the chimney with care. Pottery Barn has discontinued "PEACE" (along with the others of course) but I have found it on eBay.... for a whopping $80 -- plus these suckers are heavy and I'd have to shell out some more money to have them shipped. I really, really, really want them -- but $80!!!! I just finished telling the Big Dubya that we need to cut way back this year.... how can I justify spending $80 on something so frivolous?

Maybe I'll just buy them and hope for a government bail out?

Happy Birthday Princess

2008-11-17T12:37:00.005-05:00

I can't believe it was two years ago today...... my beautiful baby girl arrived in the world and I'll never be the same.

I believe in my heart that I love all my children equally.... 'lil Dubya, because he was my first.... he's sensitive, and funny, and kind and sweet..... he was the one that made me a Mommy -- he taught me how and was patient with me while I learned.

The 'lillest Dubya, because he's my last..... he's still revealing himself to us -- but he's happy and loving and easy going..... he was a special gift, one that I wasn't sure I'd be given -- I'm relishing every second.

The 'lil Dubyette.... she came in between them.... she's my little girl, my daughter. She's smart and sassy -- so independent, she accomplishes things with sheer determination -- her most oft repeated sentence these days is "No, I do myself" I so look forward to the mother-daughter things.... girls getaways with Granny & Aunt P.... tea parties and dance recitals shopping for proms.... wedding gowns..... grandchildren.

Happy Birthday my beautiful princess -- don't grow up too fast, okay?

Friday Funnies -- Things Overheard at the Dubyas

2008-11-13T14:49:00.004-05:00

Mrs Big Dubya: Wow, you look so pretty
'lil Dubyette: No, (eyes fluttered for effect) I'm gorgeous
Mr Big Dubya: Yeah, we really need to work on that self esteem, huh?

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Mr Big Dubya: Gives 'lil man a grilled cheese
'lil Dubya: Daddy, I'm really proud of you
Mr Big Dubya: Uhm, thanks buddy

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Mrs Big Dubya: Dubya (shrieked at the top of my lungs)
Mr Big Dubya: What..... What are you doing up on the counter?
Mrs Big Dubya: Over there (pointing)
Mr Big Dubya: A dead mouse has you sitting on the counter?
Mrs Big Dubya: It's not dead
Mr Big Dubya: How do you know?
Mrs Big Dubya: It yelled at me

Happy Friday!

Blast from the past...

2008-10-27T15:13:00.005-04:00

A funny thing has happened here in Dubya land...... somebody (the always brave commenter "Anonymous") left a scathing comment on a post I wrote.

Normally this wouldn't cause any type of curiosity on my part.... except -- this "anonymous" commented on a post I wrote on September 26th.... of 2005! Yeah, this person commented on a post I wrote 3 years ago, shortly after returning to work after baby #1 (the 'lil dubya) was born.

Weirder.... oh yeah, it gets weirder

Some nice person "Mary" commented.... defending me against this "anonymous" commenter. Thanks Mary.... you, clearly, have some inkling what it's like to be a mother.

I don't care enough about some "anonymous" commenter who doesn't know me (or maybe does know me, but doesn't like me very much) -- but just for fun I thought I'd point out a few things.... help him/her get a grip

1. Hey coward, use your name

2. Invest in spell check -- although I'm really glad you "LOTS" 35lbs I find all of your typos distracting as "ahould" you

3. I don't know what kind of rotten parent you are, or what rotten childhood experience you endured -- but, let me set you straight -- even on the most challenging of days "mommy-hood", as you refer to it, is the furthest thing from a burden I could ever imagine. I pity you if you feel otherwise. It's truly the greatest gift I've ever been given -- and if that means I have a c-section scar, regularly arrive at work with oatmeal hand marks on the back of my sweater.... or that this extra 6lbs is with me forever..... that's fine by me -- I've given the world three extraordinary people who will do exemplary things.

4. If you are going to read blogs and then comment on them..... learn to actually read. I didn't say I hated my friend, I said that "I enjoy my friends’ perfection"and that it's "perhaps even something to strive for"

5. Lastly, learn how to use tense. See, you say that you "used to be a fat, frumpy, catty, pathetic loser too always admiring other people" -- pahlease -- who are you kidding? you still are a pathetic loser..... "used to be" is a phrase reserved for people who have changed.

So.....

2008-10-23T09:48:00.003-04:00

Dear Mr/Ms Politician,

So, I'm starting to think it's unavoidable.... my taxes are going up. Necessary evil? maybe... maybe not -- but, the little economy called "Mr & Mrs Big Dubya" is my responsibility -- and well, we've got to balance our budget and so..... some cuttin' needs to happen to make up for the increase.

Mr Big Dubya -- you've got to start ironing your own shirts -- yeah, I know you've got a great deal down at Santoro's -- but, we've got to trim the budget and every little bit helps.

You are also gonna have to start mowing the lawn again -- I know, I know -- that takes up a huge chunk of your Saturday Daddy & Kids time, but.... we just aren't going to be able to pay that guy to do it for us anymore.

The newly reinstated date night? yep, that's gotta go too -- the graduate student who watches the kids while we go out one night a month.... she doesn't do it for free and the restaurant... well, they expect us to pay for that burger -- and sorry honey, we are in cost cutting mode -- so buh-buy date night.

Cleaning Lady (that I hired when we got a tax cut) -- sorry, you do a great job -- but, you are fired.... it's no longer in the budget.

I haven't had a pedicure in months -- and well, I won't be getting one any time soon.

And here, Mr President (whomever you may end up being) is your lesson in economics -- you raise my taxes, and well -- people lose jobs. The dry cleaners will have to cut their staff if people eliminate the luxury of sending out their shirts. The landscaper may only make $30 off of us -- but a few other families cut out his lawn mowing services and well, that's one less helper he needs. Babysitter? Restaurant worker? Cleaning lady?..... all small businesses that are hurt by tax hikes.

So government, why don't you do some cost cutting and leave my already-too-high taxes alone.

Sincerely,
Mrs Big Dubya

Halloween

2008-10-22T10:21:00.004-04:00

Remember the days of Halloween from our childhood?

It was before kids opted to have a Halloween party rather than to "risk" going trick-or-treating.

It was before hospitals offered to X-ray a kid's candy before it was deemed safe enough to take home to eat.

It was before malls hosted trick-or-treating because it was "safer" than going door to door in your own neighborhood

To collect our loot, we had an old pillow case or a plastic bag that the bank gave out for free.... now kids have embroidered treat bags from Pottery Barn.

Our parents picked up a costume in a cardboard box.... it looked something like this

Today, Batman looks like this

When did we lose the simplicity?

Date Night

2008-10-13T12:33:00.002-04:00

On Saturday night.... we did the unthinkable!

We got a babysitter and we went out for dinner and a few beers -- totally casual, but it was really, really nice.

We struck up conversations with strangers...

We ate our dinner while it was still hot...

We talked about stuff that didn't necessarily revolve around the 'lil Dubya's continued fascination with his paci, the 'lil Dubyette's desire to use the potty even though she's not ready or the 'lillest Dubya's poop (or lack of) issues.

We laughed at the other patrons and their "fashion don'ts"

And when the babysitter called to tell us that the 'lil Dubyette had made herself throw up.... we didn't panic (she does this a lot)

We've been together 10 years on Thursday..... and this was our first date in a long time..... it was really nice .... and we need to do it more often.

Fall In New England

2008-10-05T21:05:00.004-04:00

As much as I hate the cold winters...... this was a darn near perfect autumn weekend in New England, so we went shopping for pumpkins!

Bail Out?

2008-10-02T14:49:00.002-04:00

I'm not going to go on and on about whether or not I believe in this bail out -- and I don't think "the democrats" created the mess or that "the republicans" are responsible..... there's more than enough blame to go around -- but I would love to hear the answers to these questions

http://www.LauraIngraham.com
October 1, 2008

Eight Bailout Questions

How many times over the last few days have we heard politicians, talking heads and other self-proclaimed "experts" tell us the reason the $700 billion bailout is so wildly unpopular is that we just don't understand it. The economy is complicated. Just trust Congress, President Bush and his royal highness, Hank Paulson. They'll fix it. Don't worry about that $700 billion number. It only sounds high.

Well. If that's the case - if we're really too dumb to understand what's happening - perhaps Congress can show us how much they know. To start, here are some questions I'd like answered.

1) Since the White House introduced the bailout last week, a number of alternative ideas have been proposed. For one, Michigan Republican Thaddeus McCotter wrote a 10-point plan that carries no cost to taxpayers. Others, like George Soros', are significantly less expensive and, in his estimation, likelier to be effective. Can you explain why this bill is the best option, despite being the most expensive?

2) We're told the bailout could actually turn a profit for taxpayers. Assuming that's true, how can we be sure the money actually ends up back in taxpayers' hands? For years the Social Security system took in more money than it paid out, yet instead of putting the surplus revenue toward future benefits, Congress snatched that extra cash for general expenditures. Likewise, Fannie and Freddie's "profits," were used for congressional pet projects. With this track record, how can we trust that this program will be any different?

3) The McCain campaign yesterday pointed out that the most recent housing bill gave the government nearly $1 trillion to purchase mortgages. If this is true, why exactly does Congress need to pass this monstrous legislation?

4) Does the latest version of this bill still "allow the government to purchase troubled assets from pension plans, local governments, and small banks that serve low- and middle-income families"? Americans are having a hard enough time swallowing the idea of a bailout for irresponsible home, car, and student lending. The notion that we'll be on the hook for insolvent pension plans administered by awful, union-controlled lawmakers in cities like Detroit and New York is simply insane.

5) Does the bill's preamble still proclaim that the law "provides authority to the treasury secretary to ... ensure the economic well-being of Americans?" Does anyone know if there are limitations to this seemingly unbridled authority? Otherwise, what prevents the Treasury secretary from becoming a de-facto dictator? This strikes me as especially worth discussion.

6) Are there still no meaningful curtailments of Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac? Does the bill contain anything even hinting at accountability?

7) What concrete assurances do taxpayers have that the turmoil's provenance - Carter and Clinton-era social-engineering dictums that upended safe-lending practices in favor of higher minority home ownership - will forever be outlawed? How do we know taxpayers won't be asked to finance another $700 billion bailout in 10 years? What has Congress learned from its past mistakes?

8) After Enron's collapse, former CEO Jeffrey Skilling, then-CEO Ken Lay, and then-CFO Andrew Fastow, were called to testify before Congress. According to the Business and Media Institute, Fannie's and Freddie's overstated earnings were 19 times larger than Enron's fake numbers. So when can we expect Congress to call Jim Johnson, Franklin Raines, Barney Frank, Chris Dodd, and the rest of Fannie's and Freddie's enablers to testify before Congress?

At the end of the day, we're not being asked to bailout Wall St. so much as we are the Democratic Party. For $700 billion, answers to the questions above are the least Congress can do in return.

Yeah, I can be bought....

2008-09-28T16:58:00.005-04:00

So, after my last post -- I sent a letter (hard copy and email) to AirTran explaining what happened to us on our flight home (and that it made me cry) and I got a really quick and thorough (email, home phone & cell phone) response.

I got a very sincere apology..... an explanation of the policy -- a promise of an internal investigation and three vouchers.

I know it's sad -- but, these things happen -- people make mistakes, so I'll use the vouchers :)

Did I forget to tell you, AirTran made me cry

2008-09-23T13:12:00.003-04:00

So, I debated as to whether or not I should post about this.... back and forth, back and forth.... and I decided not to, but then I really wanted to -- so, I'm going to just give you the highlights.

The Big Dubya and I took the three kids to Disney on Friday, August 29th. My sister (Aunt P) her husband (Mr Tall Guy), my brother (uncle RoRo), and my mother (Granny) met us down there on August 30th. We had an amazing time and found out on our first night that superstar Olympian Michael Phelps was staying at our resort. I had hoped that he'd stick around and teach the 'lil Dubyette to swim or at least teach her and her brother to stop drinking the pool water.... but to no avail.

Anyway, the Big Dubya was running a fancy-schmancy golf tournament in early September and couldn't afford to spend the whole week with us, so he went home early -- as did RoRo and Granny. This left me, Aunt P, Mr Tall Guy and the three kiddies. We had a good time, but then... all good things must come to an end and so, it was time to go home. Aunt P and Mr Tall Guy were flying to Boston..... me? oh, me and the kids were flying back to White Plains -- so, yes -- I was flying with the three kids on my own (and I thought a trip to the mall was brave!)

We managed to get through airport security just fine -- we had a picnic at the gate.... the 'lil Dubya (3) and the 'lil Dubyette (21 mos) munched on cheez-its while I nursed baby Dubya (12 weeks). We boarded the plane, got into our seats and all was good in the world.... until a flight attendant yelled at me and I lost my shit. Long story short, I'd been given poor information by their phone people and she was telling me that I'd either have to let another passenger hold my baby or I'd have to get off the plane.

I cried

I wasn't even embarrassed about it -- I cried.

I cried and cried... I'd had enough.

I'd been brave -- the Big Dubya leaving me in Orlando with three small kids on my own didn't make me cry.... going through security with three kids on my own didn't make me cry.... getting on the plane didn't make me cry.

This bitch flight attendant telling me to give one of my babies to a stranger to hold during take-off and landing.... yep, that made me cry. And, although they all looked like lovely people, I was not giving any of my babies to a stranger to hold -- regardless of how long it would be for. And getting off the plane made no sense.... I live in Connecticut.

Other passengers were very kind.

She was just trying to do her job

She got her superior and it all worked out fine -- but yeah, AirTran made me cry

The Big Dubya was pissed and Twittered about it (is that a word? Twittered?) -- I think he was hoping for some sort of apology -- but instead, he just got comments from other people who hate AirTran.

I'm going to have to script a letter..... stay tuned.

You want to be what?

2008-09-22T11:02:00.002-04:00

Yeah, so we made the mistake of asking the 'lil Dubya what he wants to be for Halloween..... he wants to be "Manny the elephant" from Ice Age......

First of all 'lil dude, Manny's not an elephant -- he's a really moody wooly mammoth and second.... huh? where the hell does one find THAT costume?

This country..... build 'em up to knock them down

2008-09-07T20:43:00.006-04:00

Look, I'm a conservative..... disagree with me, or even hate me if you want to.... whateveah!

But, seriously...... whether you support Governor Palin or not, why is it that the media can get away with questioning her ability to run for Vice President and still care for her children?

If we are doing our job as the parent of a little girl, we should be raising her to believe she can do anything, she can have it all...... and then when she does..... are we going to tell her that she can't do both well -- and if she chooses a high-powered, demanding career -- then she's a neglectful parent?

Barrack Obama's been on the campaign trail for the better part of two years -- yet no one has accused him of neglecting his children. In fact, the only person I've heard mention the fact that he's away from his children is his wife, and she's refreshingly candid about the toll the campaign has taken on their family. The same could be said for Bill Clinton (Chelsea was what 11? maybe 12? when he was elected to his first term?) -- John Edwards has young children -- I'm sure there are candidates..... in both parties with young children, but the guys just don't get this kind of crap.

My parents raised me to believe I could accomplish whatever I wanted..... they never told me that I'd have to choose.... family or career just because I'm a girl -- men don't have to.

At this point in my life, I wouldn't pursue a job that requires a lot of travel -- but that's not because we couldn't figure out a way to make it work -- it's because I don't want to. If Governor Palin and her husband can figure out a way to make this work -- more power to them.

Let's talk about stuff that matters

Living the Rock Star Life

2008-08-25T10:40:00.010-04:00

After tailgating with my rock star brother, the Big Dubya and I sat in the front row at the Patriots game on Friday night.... who cares that the game totally sucked, I was in the front row!!!! This is Pat the Patriot telling us that we f'ing ROCK for being in the front row

not bad quality photo from my little cell phone

and this is a picture of when I decided to rest my drunk & weary foot on the railing... yes, that's my foot on the front row's railing

So, as if that wasn't good enough..... as if I hadn't drank enough...... we went to see Neil Diamond rock historic Fenway Park. Yes, I heard the man sing Sweet Caroline in the house that Ruth, Williams, Yaz (you pick) built. So okay, we weren't in the front row...... but I saw a sequin-clad speck on the stage that Kara assured me was him. He sounded awesome.....

It was probably the beer taking over, but just to give you a flavor for the evening.....

I decided to go toe-to-toe with some poorly dressed, middle aged soccer moms that Kara tossed some ice at.... not sure what was funnier..... their claims that cold water was going to poke their eyes out, or their threats to call the fashion police on us.... but we laughed all the way back to the bar ('cuz we hadn't drank enough)

My 28 year old brother tried to convince some divorcees on the T that he was 45 and just looked young for his age -- he also told them that they looked like $1,000,000.... I thought he was leaving with some digits. Later in the evening, he picked up some girls after dropping a drink on them and then he became pen pals with some other girls in town on business from Minnesota.... we weren't even on the sidewalk when this silly girl was sending him text messages.

Kara had the good sense to catch the last train home. The Big Dubya, my brother & I decided that we were too cool for that and kept drinking. Then, after storming into a high end restaurant like the Clampetts to use the bathroom, we took a $50 cab ride back to my parents house -- my brother wasn't happy with the cab driver who got really annoyed when he took over control of the radio. The Big Dubya and my mother put me to bed where I proceeded to puke into a bucket in my childhood bedroom.

Yes, I do realize that I need to grow up...... I'm somebody's mother for christ sake.

I paid the price yesterday when we had to drive back to CT from Boston..... no amount of Dunkin' Donuts, McDonald's or D'Angelos would help (yes, I really did try it all). It was a long, long, long ass drive...... and the 'lil Dubyette puked all over car.

C'mon kids.... let's go to the GOP BBQ

2008-08-21T14:00:00.003-04:00

Yeah, I know..... I can feel Arwen & Kara cringe from here -- don't worry girls.... we formed a circle, held hands and prayed for you and your tree hugging friends.... just kidding....

I went to two places yesterday that made me incredibly grateful.

Although delivering the baby usually resolves pre-eclampsia, I'm still battling high blood pressure 11 weeks later, so I've been seeing a nephrologist to see if we can get it under control.....

I'm not sure if you've ever been in the waiting room of a nephrologist's office, but...... it's all old people.... I mean really old people -- and then there's me..... a young (c'mon humor me) mother of three very small children...... who's in otherwise perfect health.

Well, you should see these elderly people light up when they see the baby -- they can't wait to tell you about their children (who, in many cases, have children & grandchildren of their own by now) -- as much as I gripe about having to go..... bringing these people this small amount of joy makes it worth the trip.... and they are so interested in everything I say -- they hang on every word.

Then.... last night -- we did... the Big Dubya & I packed up the kiddies and took them to the GOP Barbecue -- it was fun. The food was terrific (I didn't have to cook) -- we got to hang out with our elected representatives and again, it was almost all old people. When we got home, we both were amazed at how many people had stopped us to tell us what a beautiful family we have -- and that we should enjoy every minute because it all goes by way too fast.

They were right -- we get so caught up in the chaos and mayhem that accompanies three small children, two careers, a house, a marriage, friends...... that we forget how amazing our little family is and how fortunate we are to have it.

Tell me what you see

2008-08-20T14:43:00.004-04:00

Yeah, so .... I fell down the stairs yesterday ... Ouch

Thank God we weren't seriously hurt -- yes, I say we because I was carrying the 'lillest Dubya when I tripped over that damn dinosaur.

I somehow managed to tuck him close to my chest and hit every other surface of my body against every hard-wood-floored-step. On the bright side he didn't hit anything and kind of enjoyed the ride -- and I can now conduct an entire rorschach test using only the bruises on my body.... the darkest, and the one generating the most giggles from the Big Dubya, would be the one on my butt..... humans aren't supposed to be THAT color.

Anywho..... I finally joined facebook -- I hate it.... not smart enough to use it.... people keep sending me requests to play duck, duck, goose.... a game I hated before they figured out how to make it virtual.

It is nice because I can get in touch with cousins that I have living in other parts of the world.... but it's also like an address book full of the numbers I know by heart -- most of the people I'm "friends" with are people that I talk to all the time anyway.

We'll see how it goes.....

I hate her

2008-08-16T07:49:00.000-04:00

I'm not even sure why I hate her, but I hate her.

I've never seen her show..... I just hate her. I cringe when I see her -- I won't even try Huggies pull-ups because they have her on them.....

What is my problem?

I got pee pee on my toe

2008-08-15T12:58:00.003-04:00

As I sat at my computer trying to figure out facebook.... a little voice yelled out from the bathroom

'lil Dubya: Mammy, I got pee pee on my toe

Of course I got up and went in there --

Mrs Big Dubya: What happened?

'lil Dubya: I got pee pee on my toe he bends over and points to his toe right there

Mrs Big Dubya: How'd that happen?

'lil Dubya: I don't know as he tries to use a baby wipe to clean up a puddle next to the toilet

Mrs Big Dubya: Are your pants wet?

'lil Dubya: Nope, just my toe

Mrs Big Dubya: Were you not paying attention and you missed the toilet?

'lil Dubya: Yeah, I think so

Mrs Big Dubya: Let's get a bigger towel

'lil Dubya: okay -- thanks Mammy

Happy Friday

Kohl's Cash

2008-08-14T12:54:00.004-04:00

So, from time to time Kohl's offers Kohl's Cash..... you spend $50 and they give you a coupon for $10 to use during a 3 or 4 day period in the future.

I've gotten them a few times.... and then been all pissed off when I came across them in my purse the day it was going to expire..... do I drop everything and run to Kohl's and buy things I don't need and can't afford because I have a $10 coupon? or do I just throw away $10?

Anyway, I'm at Kohl's returning something the other day and the customer service girl answers the phone -- apparently the woman on the other end had Kohl's cash that was expiring that day and she wasn't going to be able to make it in --

Do you know what the customer service person told her?

That's fine -- just come in by the end of the week and tell the manager on duty that I (Val) said it was okay -- and we'll honor it!

Now that my friends is customer service!

Swinging

2008-08-04T20:42:00.002-04:00

My kids love the swing..... when the 'lil Dubya was colicky, it was the only thing that offered us any type of relief -- the 'lil Dubyette loved it too -- it was like baby-ambien without the binges -- I could put her in the swing and it would all but guarantee an hour or two of blissful peace and quiet.

Imagine my shock and dismay when I put the 'lillest Dubya in the swing and it swung no more. I'm still not clear on why it wouldn't swing, but...... it wouldn't -- new batteries, taking it apart -- nothing worked.

It's pretty well documented that this is the last of the Dubyas...... so, buying a new swing makes no sense. It's not that I'm a cheapskate, but swings are in the hundred-dollar neighborhood and with this being my last baby and all (unless we win Powerball, I may get to have 1 more if we win Powerball) ..... I just can't justify spending the money. I considered hitting a consignment shop to see if I could get one second-hand -- but, all the ones I saw were either filthy or on the rickety side -- so I decided to email Fisher-Price and see if they could suggest a way to fix my swing.

Fisher-Price customer service doesn't have email!

Ugh, I didn't want to call because...... they'd probably expect me to know all the technical jargon -- and I'd be the bimbo saying "Uhm yeah, like it doesn't swing"

But, did you know..... you can order individual replacement parts? For $25 I was able to buy the replacement motor.... it arrived today..... and now the 'lillest man swings!

He's like a rock star or a movie star

2008-08-02T18:41:00.002-04:00

The Big Dubya just got off the phone with a blog-star........

If I weren't so tired from having three children under 38 months (and a little tipsy from splitting this bottle of wine), I think I'd swoon!

I remember 3+ years ago.... Kara sent us the link to his blog and that of some crazy Trixie person who recorded every feeding, diaper change and graphed it all...... and you thought I was a spreadsheet geek!

He and his bride were expecting their baby -- a couple of months before us and I hung on every post.... I was so excited the day they delivered and so completely grossed out by stories of the haz-mat bag....

And now here we are 3 years later and he was just on our phone line...... can you believe it??? I may never wash our phone again

I don't know what to do with myself...

2008-08-01T12:04:00.000-04:00

SHHHHHHHHHH
For the first time every, all three of them are asleep.....
I don't know what to do

Six Random Things

2008-07-31T08:05:00.003-04:00

Nobody asked, but...... I read Crazy's and thought it would be fun

1. I survived 12 years of Catholic school, 4 of which were all girls.

2. I worked at McDonald's when I was in high school -- I actually won a college scholarship from them.

3. I was fired from McDonald's because I called in sick on the 4th of July.... I wanted to go to a party because a cute boy would be there -- it was worth it, I kissed the boy.

4. I got a tattoo to commemorate my 21st birthday -- am thinking of getting another one, but I'm not sure where.

5. I hate exercise -- I have to bribe myself to do it..... right now I'm not letting myself watch General Hospital unless I'm on the treadmill..... GH kinda sucks these days, I'm going to need a new show soon.

6. I'm a total sucker for infomercials.... right now I'm totally on board with getting this one, this one and I really, really want this one. I'm convinced that ordering these would make me smokin' hot..... but, we're trying to cut back on spending, so..... I'll remain frumpy and fat with bad hair.

I won't "tag" people, but would love to read some random things about you guys

It requires more than just a packie run, or does it?

2008-07-28T13:17:00.006-04:00

So, my braver half decided it would be a good idea to invite another blogger when we planned a visit from the Buffaloes.

Now, on multiple occasions I've threatened to invite some bloggers who live locally over for drinks or a cook-out but, despite the fact that they seem really cool, I chicken out -- there's something really nice about being anonymous.... as soon as you know you've got readers who know you, know your husband, know your kids, your friends, your family.... a certain amount of self-censorship comes into play. I can complain about my friends' kids being fresh or about hating my friend's husband here because I know most of my friends don't know this blog exists and so.... I can vent freely.... as soon as they discover it, the honesty begins to get chipped away..... and along with it goes some of the joy.... some of the liberating feeling that comes with getting it all off my chest.

Anyway, the Big Dubya's a fun guy..... he is, but -- he's a guy. He thinks that inviting people over requires sweeping the kitchen and making a packie run to pick up some fancy beer. For the most part, that's the way I was pre-kids. But now, I stress about having enough clean sheets, towels -- enough food, does this child eat this? will this child drink that? Of course the guys in our group of friends will just look at me and go..... "eat? you think she'll need to eat? I swear she ate yesterday."

The Buffaloes have been here many, many times -- they are dream house guests.... I don't stress about their visits anymore because I know they don't care if I swept under the couch and if I gave her the sheets, Kara would gladly make her own bed.... hell, she regularly cooks everybody's dinner..... half the time she even brings the food.... and Cliff? Cliff mans the bar (don't get excited, that's just fancy talk for counter top next to the beer fridge in our basement) he mixes drinks, fetches beer and chops the veggies for whatever Kara's cooking us for dinner.... he's even served as co-pilot on the grill.

But, this time..... we were having new people -- and, it was a Dad (Mom was out of town) and his three year-old..... this could have disaster written all over it.

Honestly, everything went just fine -- like the Big Dubya and Cliff, Tony was fairly in tune with what his daughter liked/disliked and all the kids got along famously -- they were amazingly well-behaved considering their ages and lack of naps. And, I think our house was actually cleaner when everybody left than it was when they arrived..... I may be hosting one of these gatherings monthly from now on..... keep this place tidied up.

Attention Parents of Toddlers: Make friends with the parents of an 8 year old girl..... and then invite them to everything... it's the cheapest most attentive babysitter you'll ever find!

I'm so yesterday

2008-07-22T19:19:00.004-04:00

Facebook ...... Linked In ....... Twitter

Let's be honest.... I've never been "cutting edge." I started this blog because the Big Dubya started his and it looked like fun. I liked reading his thoughts on impending parenthood.... and then, after the 'lil man arrived, his take on the parental challenges we were facing together.

Other friends joined the blogsphere and I began reading other parents' blogs.... it's been a mostly positive experience and I've even expanded my blogging to other interests beyond parenthood.

But..... lately, I'm feeling like a technological fossil

Twitter? what's Twitter? The Big Dubya described it as informal IM'ing..... huh? I don't get it.

I recently emailed hubby's sister-in-law and asked for some pictures of their new baby.... she responded -- they are on Facebook..... huh? what's Facebook? The Big Dubya described it as something like MySpace..... huh? What's MySpace? To me, MySpace is that thing that's always on the news -- being linked to kids getting molested or kidnapped.... doesn't sound that safe.

Aunt P sent me an invitation to LinkedIn -- I know it's great for professional networking, but I'm hesitant.

I'm hesitant on all of these.... I like the anonymity of the internet -- I don't want people to be able to find me. Correction.... there are some people that I don't want to be able to find me and I don't want to risk having some sick pervs looking at pictures of my kids.

Am I a paranoid nutjob?

I can't believe I'm going to say it.... sometimes I miss diapers

2008-07-17T08:45:00.002-04:00

Having kids that are potty trained is awesome.

There's no doubt about it, after a while.... diapers are just gross -- they eat what we eat.... need I say more?

However, public bathrooms suck. Case in point -- the 'lil man had to go to the potty the other day while we were at the Mystic Aquarium. The Big Dubya was off getting us lunch and I was at a table with the three kids. Anyone who has a three-year old knows that when he says he has to go pee -- it means he has to go pee now.... right now.... not 10 minutes from now.... now.

I tried to flag down the Big Dubya, but to no avail.

I surveyed the situation -- three year old who has to be pee, 19 month old who is cranky and hungry, 4 week old asleep in the Bjorn strapped to my chest.

Okay, I grab the two "big" kids by the hand and we make a dash for the family restroom....... which is full...... and has another family waiting.

We go into the ladies room -- handicapped stall is out of order (of course it is) so, the four of us jam ourselves into a regular stall.

'lil man is too short to reach the toilet (which is filthy) and needs to be picked up to reach.

Are you getting a good visual here? I've got baby strapped to my chest in a Bjorn, I'm holding 'lil man a few inches off the ground so he can pee into the filthy public toilet all the while I'm begging the 'lil lady not to touch anything.

Yes, on that particular day..... I missed diapers.

So, I still think it would be easier to just get pregnant again....

2008-07-15T10:18:00.002-04:00

Yeah, I don't care what you say -- there's nothing harder than losing the last few pounds of baby weight.... and it gets progressively harder with each pregnancy.

I'm getting there..... slowly, but surely, I'm getting there.

I'm fortunate in that I don't gain a lot of weight when I'm pregnant -- so the majority of it just falls off once I deliver, but..... it's those last few pounds that tend to linger.

When we were trying to get pregnant the first time, the doctor recommended I put on 5-7lbs -- saying that sometimes a few pounds helps smaller women get pregnant. Sure enough.... I put on a few pounds and success -- 10 months later we had the 'lil Dubya.

I never fully lost those few extra after the 'lil man was born -- but that was okay because I lost the rest of the weight and I wanted to get pregnant again anyway -- sure enough..... success.

After the 'lil lady came along I lost all the weight except, of course, those few extra pounds. I really wanted another baby and sure enough once I convinced the Big Dubya that number three was a good idea -- we got pregnant easily again.

Well..... as sad as I am to say it -- the 'lillest man is the last of the 'lil Dubya/Dubyettes and with that declaration made..... I have to face the music and lose the pregnancy weight AND I've got to figure out a way to get rid of the "conception" pounds too.

I still think it would be easier to get pregnant again

Evolution of a Diaper Bag

2008-07-10T10:27:00.003-04:00

Yeah, I kinda got a kick out of my supermarket post (1st baby v/s 2nd baby v/s 3rd baby), so I thought I'd continue the theme with the evolution of the diaper bag.

With my son (a.k.a. 1st baby or "'lil Dubya"), I had a diaper bag that weighed a ton -- it had EVERYTHING in it -- at least two outfits, enough diapers for 2 days... ya know, just in case we got stranded somewhere... wipes, healthy snacks for me, the Big Dubya and the 'lil man -- two full changes of clothes, band aids, cold medicine, Tylenol, gas drops, a changing pad, several blankets, several burp clothes, tons of plastic bags, 5 or 6 back-up pacifiers, a stain stick, orajel swabs, bottled water......

With my daughter (a.k.a. 2nd baby or "'lil Dubyette"), I had to streamline the diaper bag -- it was too heavy and bulky and I never used half the crap in it. So, we got rid of a lot of the stuff.... switched to a smaller bag -- still had the diapers and wipes, but only enough for the outing and maybe a few spares. It still had some snacks, but not all the pharmaceuticals or outfits.

With my 'liller son (a.k.a. 3rd baby or "'liller Dubya"), there is still a diaper bag -- but, now, it's called my purse -- there's one diaper in each size (there are a couple of floating around the car if we get really stuck) -- a small package of wipes, a bottle of water (for me!) a couple of ziplocks and maybe a half eaten bag of melted M&Ms from the last time I had to bribe someone to do what they were told, a bunch of broken crayons from whatever restaurant we ate at last and a few torn pages from a coloring book.

My girl card will probably get revoked, but....

2008-07-08T16:20:00.003-04:00

I'm afraid of Sephora.

I know, I know..... everyone loves, loves, loves Sephora, how could it scare me?

I have friends who spend hours and hours perusing Sephora.... sampling all of the various "products" and could each of them easily spend a week's pay and still leave things behind.

Me?

I darken the door and get intimidated. There's so much in there -- where do you start? And all of those people..... the workers, the customers....even the guys..... they all know what to do with all of that stuff.... they know the brands, the colors

Me?

Lip liner.... a little gloss..... a touch of pressed powder if I'm looking blotchy or uneven and that's it -- I'm out the door.

What do I do? Do they offer classes? Should I hire a tutor?

1st baby v/s 2nd baby v/s 3rd baby.....

2008-07-07T11:11:00.005-04:00

Given:

You and your newborn are in the supermarket -- you are about halfway done with your shopping and the baby has a total and complete meltdown. You just fed him before you left the house, so he shouldn't be hungry.....

1st baby:

You stop shopping, you try to console the baby, when that fails you leave your half full cart in the aisle and scurry from the store in tears -- you nurse the baby in the car until he/she calms down and you go home with no groceries.... husband will understand another night of Domino's Pizza.

2nd baby:

You try to console the baby while you shop -- when you realize this is not working you buy what you've collected so far -- you nurse the baby in the car until he/she calms down and you go home with half of what you went to the market for.... you'll figure out some sort of dinner with what you managed to get.

3rd baby:

You try to console the baby while you shop -- when you realize this is not working you pick up the pace and finish your shopping swiftly. When you get out to the car you do a quick analysis and determine that you live close enough that you can wait 'til you get home to nurse him/her -- he/she just ate before you left....so, it's probably just gas anyway.

I'm thinking that if there were a 4th baby, you'd probably let the deli attendant nurse him/her for you so that you could shop in peace.

Whatchya been doin?

2008-07-03T12:46:00.004-04:00

Yeah, here we are..... on the cusp of the 4th of July weekend and the citizenry is preparing to frolic in the sun, barbecue and imbibe.....

The Dubyas are staying home

What have you been doing? you might find yourself asking --

Well, I've been reading and drinking.... not necessarily simultaneously, although.... that could be fun, but anywho -- if you are interested in joining me, please don't be shy -- let us know!

When refrigerators attack

2008-07-01T15:51:00.006-04:00

When I was pregnant (let's be honest, when in the past 4 years have I not been pregnant???) the Big Dubya picked up some O'Doul's for me so that I could join him in ringing in the new year, toasting the world series, drowning our sorrows over the super bowl...... or for some celebration or other occasion.

I opened the fridge this afternoon and green glass came flying out. I noticed a pool of liquid on the shelf and so I began removing items until I found the culprit. I am no longer pregnant and apparently our refrigerator has decided to evict the faux beer.... and quite violently I might add.

Overheard at the Dubya House

2008-06-22T11:16:00.002-04:00

Mr Big Dubya: Honey, I think I broke a toe
Mrs Big Dubya: That sucks.... I don't think there's anything you can do for a broken toe.... unless it's the big toe... they can do something for that.
Mr Big Dubya: Yeah, you are right -- there's nothing they can do for a broken toe
Mrs Big Dubya: Which toe is it?
Mr Big Dubya: The little piggy that had roast beef
Mrs Big Dubya: There really is something wrong with you
Mr Big Dubya: Yeah, I know

Do you ever read a blog post and....

2008-06-20T08:43:00.002-04:00

breath a huge sigh of relief?

I read Chicky's post today..... and all I have to say is HALLELUJAH!!!!, I'm not alone!

Sometimes I lose my patience, like when I finally get the 'lillest man to snooze and his brother and sister decide to have a shrieking contest right next to his head -- or when they decide to find a Sharpie while the 'lillest man is using my breast as a chew toy.

The 'lillest man is three weeks old today -- WOW, that went by fast..... and yes, I'm still not back into my pre-pregnancy jeans and yes, I still haven't totally figured out how to manage 3 kids when I'm home alone..... (for those keeping track, 3 is a lot more than 2 + 1), but each day brings small victories... defeats too, but... that's to be expected, right?

Thanks Chicky.... your honesty is very much appreciated.

It's two little letters, what's the big deal

2008-06-09T12:16:00.003-04:00

I'm not sure why it bothers me so much....

In the past few weeks, but even more so since we brought home the littlest Dubya, the 'lil Dubya seems to be maturing right before my very eyes. He's gone from using the potty now and then to using it all the time and refusing to wear anything but big-boy-underpants.

He no longer bullies his sister, instead he reprimands her when she's being "bold" and he rushes to offer comfort to his little brother when he cries.......

I know that this is a logical right-of-passage -- and it's most certainly a more desirable reaction to the new baby than the regression we are experiencing with the 'lil Dubyette.....

But, he's stopped calling me Mommy..... now he calls me Mom.... and even though it's only different by two letters..... that hurts a little.

On this day in Dubya history

2008-06-03T10:59:00.004-04:00

Note: There was supposed to be a post yesterday (June 2nd), but...... fate intervened......

On June 2nd 2005, the 'lil Dubya gave me the greatest of gifts -- he was born and made me a Mommy. It was a chaotic day, and a scary day -- but it'll always be remembered as one of the greatest days of my life.

On June 2nd 2008, the 'lillest Dubya and I were supposed to be released from the hospital so that we could go home and celebrate the 'lil Dubya's third birthday -- (yes, "supposed to be" is in italics for dramatic effect)

But, the docs decided to keep us one more day and instead of getting to sing "Happy Birthday" around a Dairy Queen ice cream cake at home -- the 'lil man came to the hospital and we had a date in the maternity ward.

He was so grown up -- the Big Dubya took charge of the 'lillest man while the birthday boy and I shared my hospital dinner and he told me all about his day.

He posed for pictures with his new baby brother and was ever so gentle when he tickled his toes and played with his tiny fingers.....I brought him around and introduced him to all the nurses who were with me that wild night three years ago -- he was so polite..... thanking each one who wished him a happy birthday. I can't imagine being more proud of him.

Happy Birthday 'lil man -- we'll have that cake tonight, I promise!

Worth every second of discomfort and waiting

2008-05-31T02:38:00.000-04:00

Not sure how this post will look, as it is being crafted via Blackberry, but the newest Dubya has arrived and he is perfect.

At 8lbs 8oz and 21 inches, I now understand why he was able to get up under my ribs and make me pee simultaneously.

The Big Dubya's got a photo up on his site - I'm not sure I can figure out how to link to it from here...

Anyway, thanks for all the support

Mother Nature? Mother Fuc%ing Bitch is more like it

2008-05-29T12:07:00.004-04:00

Yeah, so some random thoughts on the end of pregnancy......

I've decided that I'm not leaving the house again until it's time to go to the hospital..... I just don't like being laughed at..... and then pitied.

Yes, I know I look ridiculous...... all my weight has shifted forward and is concentrated on the front of my body -- I'm a big belly with legs. But, do people really have to look at me like I'm an over-ripe piece of fruit.... ready to fall off the tree at any moment? I'm serious, people see me and they laugh out loud - they don't even try to hide it..... sometimes I get the sympathetic head tilt afterward -- but that doesn't erase the emotional scars all that laughter is leaving on me... anybody know a good therapist?

We are starting to make some name progress -- the Big Dubya was emailing me some candidates this morning and I was blackberrying him back from BJs...... yes, this is how we are naming our child..... Dubya's at work and I'm in the frozen food section of BJs.

Still no baby, but we did have a false alarm yesterday -- but after a few hours, I was sent home to wait a little longer -- they did promise that it won't be long now though....

And, lastly....... to be filed under the "reaction every wife dreams of":

Mrs Big Dubya: Honey ,I think I might be leaking amniotic fluid
Mr Big Dubya: That doesn't sound good -- what's it mean?
Mrs Big Dubya: According to the internet, it means labor is imminent
Mr Big Dubya: What does imminent mean?
Mrs Big Dubya: Oh, it could be hours..... or days
Mr Big Dubya: So, I've got time to go golf 9 holes, right?
Mrs Big Dubya: Yeah, go ahead

And, so we wait........

Think you could help me out and have the baby today?

2008-05-26T20:33:00.002-04:00

Yeah, so..... as if I needed incentive, my brother called me on Friday

RoRo: Hey sis, had the baby yet?
Mrs Big Dubya: Nope, still waiting
RoRo: Think you could take care of that today? It would really help me out
Mrs Big Dubya: Yeah, I really wish I could...... but..... it's kind of out of my hands -- why, what's so special about today?
RoRo: Oh, I went to the Celtics last night and got all banged up -- really need an excuse to blow off this bachelor party tonight -- a baby would do the job nicely
Mrs Big Dubya: Yeah...... wish I could help you out dude, really -- anything I can do to help your social calendar.

Anyway, 8:40pm on Monday night..... still no baby

You know you are really largely pregnant when....

2008-05-23T18:40:00.002-04:00

Some random woman in Marshall's says "ouch" when she sees you and then follows it up with a chuckle and an "I'm sorry"

For those keeping track..... this is officially the most pregnant I've ever been..... I know I'm still not due (or overdue) but when your first baby is 6 weeks early and your second is 3 weeks early.... you just assume.... you know in your gut..... that your third will also be early......

Rest assured -- the newborn clothes have been laundered (in Dreft of course), the bassinet has been washed and made up, now it's just waiting for it's future occupant, the car seat has also been washed and is just waiting for the Big Dubya to install it.

I went through boxes of the 'lil Dubya & 'lil Dubyette's baby things this morning -- as I went through the first box of the 'lil man's things..... I got all choked up and thought..... gee, I hope it's a boy so that we can use all these again. Then I went through the 'lil lady's things and thought..... gee, I can't imagine not seeing another baby wear these.... I hope it's a girl.

In honesty, I'll be happy with whatever we have -- and I've got clothes for either occasion.

We still have no name, but..... I'm sure that'll come eventually, right?

Do you think....

2008-05-21T08:11:00.000-04:00

Do you think the baby's refusing to be born because we still have no name selected?

I guess even voo-doo practicing witch doctors are wrong sometimes

2008-05-19T13:26:00.003-04:00

So, no baby yesterday..... despite the prediction made on Friday.

It did give me a kick in the butt and now the bassinet, bedding, car seat pad, swing pad and baby seat pad have all been washed. Granted, they were put away clean (and not that very long ago) -- but I like to give them a good freshening up just to be sure.

And so now we wait......

A, E, I, O, U and sometimes Y

2008-05-18T10:03:00.003-04:00

'Lil Dubyette: (upon examining her new Princess Disney sneakers) -- Ariel?
Mr Big Dubya: No sweetie these ones don't have Ariel, they are Princess sneakers...... honey, is
Ariel considered a princess?
Mrs Big Dubya: Sometimes they group her with the princesses..... sure.
Mr Big Dubya: So, she's kinda like Y
Mrs Big Dubya: (cracking up) yeah, just like Y

PS -- Nope, no baby yet

Just another manic...... Friday?

2008-05-16T15:36:00.004-04:00

Back in March it seems that I left my flip flops in Florida..... so, I figured I'd run to Kohl's this morning and grab a new pair -- thinking that if (when) I go to the hospital, they'd be a little more practical than slippers.....

The 'lil lady was a perfect princess -- the 'lil man.... a perfect terror. He took off in the store and then threw himself to the floor in a full blown tantrum. Needless to say, we left the store before I was able to do any of my shopping. I must have been a site..... 9 months pregnant carrying a writhing toddler while pushing an embarrassed looking smaller toddler in a carriage.

Later, at the toddler gym -- both children's asses exploded with diarrhea and I decided that yes, this was going to be my day -- despite having a million and one things to do, I haven't left the house since.

While we were at the gym, a woman who I'll swear could moonlight as a voodoo practicing witchdoctor told me that I'd deliver on Sunday -- from her lips.....

I'll keep you posted :)

Are you kidding me? #18?

2008-05-13T11:10:00.002-04:00

First, my update.....

I'm feeling much, much better -- although the baby is still feeling really huge, and when he/she moves it still feels like my internal organs are being ground into a very fine dust...... the baby has dropped a bit and I can breath again (most of the time) -- so that makes it all so much more bearable. BP is still elevated, but doesn't seem to be getting worse. Still no names...... but I digress.

Now, my post..... or really just my "Have you heard about this whack-job?" she and her husband just announced that they are expecting #18...... EIGHTEEN children!!!

Okay, in the interest of full disclosure (sorry honey, cover your eyes/ears) I get sad when I think about the fact that this is my last baby. I love babies and love the idea of a large family -- I also love most of pregnancy -- not the end so much, but the rest of it..... it's pretty cool. But, I also recognize that in this day-and-age..... three kids is a pretty big family and as much as I would love to think about a number four -- three is a really good number for us -- maybe not for everyone, but for us -- three is a great place to stop and count our blessings -- be thankful and get on with the next phase of our life -- the phase that doesn't involve pregnancy.

So, although I'm sure I'll have the occasional moment of weakness -- I can confidently say -- this is IT for us. So, I lie on the couch every night after the other two are in bed and I feel/watch this 'lil (or not-so-lil) one roll around and stretch and do all the things that cause me pain and discomfort and I just marvel at it all.... I find it hard to believe that it'll all be over in a few weeks.... so I just want to relish the miracle that it is (even when it causes me to use really foul language).

That being said...... this woman is about to deliver an 18th child..... 18 people, 18!

Gush!

2008-05-09T09:31:00.004-04:00

My first child was delivered early -- my second child was also delivered early.

After yesterday's appointment -- it appears that there is actually a chance that this one may go to term....... this would normally be good news -- and of course, it is good news..... although, I'm really ready to be done.

It has, however, generated an unreasonable level of anxiety in me. See, although I have two children....... I've never done labor..... never had my water break, never had any "real" contractions....... haven't been dilated, haven't been effaced...... lightening? lightening? what's that?

So, now I'm totally convinced my water is going to break...... which from what I read on the internet only happens in advance of actual labor 15% of the time -- but yeah, I'm convinced that it's going to happen to me... and that it's going to happen any minute.

I'm not sure why I think this.... it could be that this baby has been sitting lower than my other two and has for quite some time now, it could be because this baby seems to be HUGE or maybe it's because there is just an absurd amount of pressure whenever the baby moves which is ALL THE TIME.

The Big Dubya finds this paranoia amusing...... he won't be laughing when it happens.

2008-05-09T07:50:00.002-04:00

'lil Dubya (in a very excited voice): Look at this!
Mrs Big Dubya: What?
'lil Dubya (the excitment in his voice builds): Look at this!
Mrs Big Dubya: Buddy, I still don't see anything
'lil Dubya (more excitement): Look! on the floor!
Mrs Big Dubya: What? I don't see anything
'lil Dubya: pee pee
Mrs Big Dubya: Oh, you peed on the carpet
'lil Dubya: uh-huh
Mrs Big Dubya: Okay, I'll clean it up
'lil Dubya: Thank you Mummy

And this is my Friday.....

Miscellaneous

2008-05-08T08:14:00.003-04:00

Let's see..... yes, I'm still pregnant -- and all of my weight is shifting forward.

Seriously -- I used to be kind of "pregnant all over" -- not anymore -- now I look like I've got a basketball ( a full-size basketball, not one of the child or women size -- no official NBA size) tucked under my shirt.

It is also as hard as a rock (the Big Dubya joked that it gives new meaning to "abs of steel"), I can't get any pants up over it and every time the baby moves it feels like my internal organs are disintegrating..... lovely.

I now understand what women mean when they say they can't get comfortable at night -- I never had this problem with the first two, but this one..... this one doesn't like any position I assume and if I am lucky enough to get somewhat comfortable..... it doesn't last long because I'll inevitably have to get up to pee...... awesome!

My legs are good and swollen...... oh well, that happens.

My blood pressure is still elevated, but seems to have stabilized somewhat..... I go to the doctor this afternoon, we'll see what they have to say.... there was some talk of perhaps scheduling my delivery at today's appointment, but..... I'm not sure that'll happen.

I was up watching Leno the other night..... did you know that Helen Hunt's 4-year old daughter has never watched television? never watched a movie? I'm all for limiting television/movie viewing, but this seemed a little extreme. I'm still not sure if I'm impressed or if I think she's a total nutcase....... maybe both. Will this kid be really socially awkward? or what?

The 'lil Dubya seems to have recommitted to potty training -- which is good, except he uses it to avoid the things he doesn't want to do. In the middle of dinner if he doesn't want to eat anymore he announces he wants to use the potty -- 'cause he knows it'll get him away from the table.

The 'lil Duybette seems to have a new hobby..... hair puling. Yes, she likes to pull the hair of her brother, her classmates..... just about anybody. This is no gentle pulling either, she likes to grab a hold of hair and shake the other child's head..... she ends up with a fistful of hair and a crying child. UGH!

Still no baby names..... but now people are telling me that we are having a boy (something to do with the shape the basketball has taken on) -- so, my girl theory may be out the window -- I suppose we'll know soon enough.

2008-05-06T18:51:00.004-04:00

Apparently, I'm not alone in the baby-name-struggle.

Crazy friends and Chicky friends are grappling with this too.......

I grew up with THE most common name -- let's just say, that there were 100 girls in my class (all girls school, natch) and there were 13 of us..... yes 13 girls with the same freakin' name -- 5 in my homeroom alone.

I refuse to do that to a kid.

On the other hand, I don't want his/her name to be so obscure that nobody's ever heard of it or that it can't be pronounced by the teacher on the first day of school each year.

Why is it so hard -- a name that is pronounceable, spellable -- yet, not common or ordinary. Pressure's on kids..... HELP!!!

2008-05-06T18:24:00.001-04:00

Happy Birthday Big Guy!

Prince/Princess Consuela Bananahammock??

2008-05-05T10:11:00.003-04:00

So, I'm back at work......

After the fire drill last week, I took a few days to "work from home" and got my blood pressure back to normal..... well, back to just merely elevated .... and, well here we are..... back at work. I'm in week 36 now, if we have to deliver -- we can, but a couple more weeks would be better -- so..... now we wait.

This baby is sitting much lower than my other two and is very active.... so I constantly feel like my water is going to break..... although, that's never happened to me before so I'm not really sure why I think that or what it would feel like if it were to happen..... does it hurt?

I had a mini-freak out on Thursday morning -- I was supposed to go to the doctor at 9:00 but, the doctor had a delivery so I got bumped to 1:30. I decided to take the opportunity to go to Target and pick up a few little things...... while I was there I was overcome by the thought that I haven't done anything for this baby yet. With the first you do EVERYTHING ahead of time.... and then re-do it just to be sure..... with the second, you do a few things... but you know that it's okay if every article of clothing isn't boiled prior to delivery. With the third? You are so busy with the first two that you do nothing. So, I went to the baby section to see if I needed to pick up anything and I saw newborn diapers were on sale..... so I grabbed some of those.... and then I saw that the preemie size were on clearance..... and that's when I started to cry. Right there in the middle of Target. Was I going to need these? again?

No, I was not -- I put them back and pulled myself together -- why rush to the worst conclusion.

Turns out, I was right -- the doctor thinks this baby is a good size...... already over 6 lbs...... if we are already over 6lbs and have 4 weeks to go with the baby gaining between ½ and 1 pound a week...... good God how big can this child get???? and wooohooo how skinny will I be after he/she's born??? okay, let's not get crazy

And, we still have no name for the child-to-be

Every time we get to a place where we say we agree on a name(s), I see the look of relief come across the Big Dubya's face and I feel good about our decision.... but only a day or so goes by before I realize that I'm just still not happy and I ask to go back to the drawing board.

Shut Up

2008-05-01T09:18:00.003-04:00

Yep -- yesterday, the 'lil man said his first bad word.........

I was struck by the fact that he used it, and maybe more so by the fact that he used it appropriately. It was hard not to laugh, but I really did resist and we sat down and talked about how that's not a nice way to ask someone (his sister in this case) to be quiet....

I have a feeling this is just the beginning

Pregnancy gives me a headache

2008-04-30T08:56:00.003-04:00

Literally.

Hi friends.... just thought I'd give you a quick (or long winded.....) update on where we are ..... a couple of days shy of 35 weeks pregnant, and been battling high blood pressure..... yes, you've been here with me before.... twice, actually -- but who's counting?

The first time it kind of caught us off guard, we weren't really clear on how serious my condition was or would become -- it all happened so suddenly.... and left us in a tailspin.

The second time was different -- they watched me so closely -- and as they were unwilling to risk a repeat performance -- once my readings started to rise, they delivered me at 37+ weeks.

This time..... well, the BP's been rising steadily for a month or so now -- but it seemed to have plateaued -- so, we were all content to hang on a few more weeks and then probably deliver around 38 weeks again.

On Monday, while sitting at my desk..... my vision got kind of blurry. I'd been staring at spreadsheets all morning -- so, I chalked it up to typical accountant-in-poor-office-lighting eye fatigue. I took my blood pressure (yeah, I'm one of those wicked awesome cool people that has my very own blood pressure cuff.... c'mon you know you want us to be friends) and it was high..... too high.... higher than it has been this time 'round..... (Insert four-lettered and probably vulgar word here)

I decided it was probably a fluke and that I should just go get some air, something to eat will probably help too...... a lot can be solved by getting away from the desk for a bit. Well, air is always good -- but the food? yeah, that made me all kinds of nauseous. Checked the BP a few more times -- still unacceptably high, but the vision was back to normal. The Big Dubya was working Monday night, so I knew I had the rascals on my own -- but, I also knew that I should, at a minimum, take it easy -- so I did the unthinkable...... yes, I got them McDonald's drive-thru for dinner. I normally try to avoid fast-food, but...... given the choice..... it seemed like a great idea to me. To add insult to injury -- after dinner and a quick bath..... I sat them in front of a Disney movie.... the three of us cuddled up on the couch and watched Nemo 'til they fell asleep. In some strange way it was really sweet -- I just laid there with them asleep on either side of me ..... I listened to them breath and wondered if this was the night..... would this be the night the two of them would become three? Relax, it wasn't......

By the time the Big Dubya got home, they were both out cold and my BP was back to merely elevated -- crisis averted, right?

At the beginning of this, I promised him that I'd be honest about what's going on with me -- rather than try to sugar-coat these things to keep him from worrying -- so, the Big Dubya suggested I check in with the doctor in the morning -- I half-heatedly agreed with my token "well, let's see what happens in the morning"

When I woke up yesterday morning, I had a headache that I could barely lift off the pillow. I lumbered downstairs and took some Motrin and checked the BP..... Ugh!

When I got back to our room, I woke the big guy and let him know that we might be at the start of something..... Once the Motrin kicked in, I decided that Dubya and the kids should start their day as usual and that I'd call the doctor at 8 when the office opened. The Big Dubya begrudgingly went to work..... as long as I promised to call as soon as I knew more. The receptionist was sweet and said she'd have the doctor call when he/she got in --

The doctor (there are four in the practice and of course I get the one that I don't really like much) was actually quite nice and said that because of my history I should go to the hospital and get hooked up to a monitor -- let's be sure we know what's going on. So, off I went.......

Where are we now?

Good Question

After 3 hours of monitoring, they agree -- the BP is too high. The baby's heart rate was also high, but that settled down with some rest. For obvious reasons, we'd like to delay delivering the baby at least a couple more weeks, but...... for now, I'm on bed rest 'til tomorrow when we get to go back and do it all again.

Let's hope the rest works....

How are you?

I guess that's what you get for asking an almost-three-year-old

2008-04-29T14:02:00.003-04:00

Mrs Big Dubya: What do you think we should name the new baby?

'Lil Dubya: DRAGON (complete with his loudest roar!)

Mrs Big Dubya: Are you sure? that's kind of a funny name for a baby -- have any other choices?

'Lil Dubay: Yeah

Mrs Big Dubya: What?

'Lil Dubya: DINOSAUR (with an equally fierce roar)

Mrs Big Dubya: Yeah, okay

Things that I find comforting..... and things that I don't

2008-04-25T14:37:00.002-04:00

Comforting:

I find it comforting that when I walk by people..... they don't ask each other "fat or pregnant"? there's no doubt..... I'm pregnant -- maybe a little fat too, but ..... there's no question -- I am pregnant.

Not-so Comforting:

People making the following remarks:
-- Wow, you really are getting big this time, huh?
-- Looks like you've got another big baby there, huh?
-- Are you sure there's only one?

So, you basically have to tell your boss... and the world... that you had sex

2008-04-17T20:45:00.003-04:00

One of the parts of pregnancy that I never really thought about until the time came was the fact that I had to walk into my bosses office and tell him that I was indeed expecting. This is in no way a slam on any of my bosses, they were all nothing short of wonderful and supportive...... but it's still odd to discuss the results of something very private with someone that you have a somewhat formal relationship with.

When I was expecting the 'lil man, I was working for a terrific guy -- he's young, handsome -- not sure he's somebody I'd date, but I'd definitely be friends with him..... he'd be a great guy to go have beers with -- so, I had to go into his office and tell him that yes, I did indeed have sex.... it's just odd discussing something so personal.

When I was expecting the 'lil lady, I was working for another terrific guy -- he's older, divorced with no kids -- but from a large family with a bunch of sisters. He too would be a great guy to go drinking with and he was unbelievably understanding and supportive -- but, uhm yeah -- had to walk into his office and tell him that yes, we did the deed.

My current boss -- once again -- awesome guy -- but the first word that always comes to mind when I think of him is "proper". He's perfectly pressed, never uses a foul word -- he's married with two kids but you just know that they were immaculate conceptions -- he's just too reserved for it to have happened any other way. So, this one was tough.... but, yeah I had to tell him too.

I suppose pregnancy is odd that way -- it takes something that is typically rather private and puts it on the billboard that is your mid-section for 9 months. The Dads.... they can walk down the street and nobody knows..... but the mothers -- yeah, everybody they encounter knows just what they've been up to.

As we approach the birth of #3

2008-04-17T09:08:00.002-04:00

I kind of thought pregnancy #3 would provide lots of blogging fodder…..

I first launched this site shortly after the birth of the ‘lil Dubya. I was the new mother of a preemie with vicious case of colic. The blog was as much a coping mechanism as anything else. It was a vehicle to get some of my frustrations, insecurities (and discoveries) off my chest.

Then…. before I knew it we were expecting #2. I think I posted some about my pregnancy…. but I spent a lot of the time worrying that I’d have a repeat of the complications I had with #1 and stressing about all the “usual” things that I’d missed out on the first time.

See, #1 was born a little over 5 weeks early – so, my water never broke, I never went into labor, my belly button never popped (really wanted to know if it hurts???)…. I never had hemorrhoids or varicose vein troubles….. I just got very sick one evening and had an emergency c-section. I missed out on a lot – I didn’t have that “moment” where you are presented with your new bundle of joy – instead I was as high as a kite – hopped up on morphine and God-knows what else – I had an incubator wheeled up next to my bed so I could reach out and touch my son before they took him to a hospital that had a NICU – it was almost a week before I got to hold him, and the first time I did he turned purple and had to be resuscitated.

At the time I felt very sorry for myself – I used to cry every time I thought about those first days and weeks. And now? Now, I don’t at all. I’m so grateful for the experience because although it wasn’t “perfect” or what you dream of when you think about the birth of your first child – it deepened my faith, it made me a more compassionate and understanding parent – it made me grateful for how fortunate I really am.... my baby came home with me after a few weeks and is perfect today..... many other mothers don't get the "happy ending"

When the ‘lil Dubyette (#2) was born and everything went relatively smoothly – I wanted to relish all of it. The nurses wanted to take her to the nursery so that I could get some sleep – but I kept her with me – just because I could (I probably should have let them take her for a little while, but….). I still didn’t get to experience labor, broken water, belly button popping (seriously, does it hurt??)….. but I got to take my baby home with me and that was “perfect” enough.

Now, I’m getting ready to deliver my third and (probably) final baby. I’m still plagued a little by memories of #1, but hoping that the experience is more like #2.

But with only a few weeks to go, I realize I haven’t been writing about all the funny things, well….the things I find funny……… so that’s what I’m going to start doing.

Stay tuned

Haven't posted in a while

2008-04-15T09:15:00.003-04:00

You may have noticed..... I haven't posted in a while.

Not for lack of desire.... nor for lack of material.... not sure what it is really.... too tired? (maybe) too busy? (sure, I am pretty busy) just not feeling inspired (that could be it)

Well, let's see if I can get you all up to speed.

For those keeping track of #3's progress, we are at the 33 week mark -- except for feeling freaking enormous and constantly exhausted, things are going well.

I'm on the frequent flier plan at the doctor's office because of my pesky blood-pressure issue.... I'm convinced that my body just doesn't like the end of pregnancy -- and I've been plagued by this odd shooting pain. The pain starts on my left side and shoots across my lower abdomen and down to my knees whenever I put any weight on my left leg (how often do you really need to use your left leg anyway? I mean really?).

The doctor (yes, it was bad enough that I actually went to the doctor) said that it's very common -- basically, the baby's sitting low and resting on a nerve -- similar to the sciatic nerve, but this nerve is in the front (I can't remember the name of it). He suggested I try a maternity support belt (attractive, isn't it?) to help alleviate the pressure, stay off my feet (cause with a 1 and a 2 year old at home..... that's gonna happen) or I can try to coax the baby to change positions -- but beyond that..... there's not a whole lot I can do. Awesome! He/she is head down, so -- I suppose that's a good start.

As if being 8+ months pregnant with high blood pressure and an inability to put weight on my left leg wasn't enough, I've got a miserable head cold. It started off with just an annoying runny nose, but after several sleepless nights due to my insomniac kids and some obnoxious leg cramps -- it has developed into a full blown chest cold complete with a deep dry cough that has me terrified I'm going to pee myself every time I have a coughing fit. Having a cold sucks..... being pregnant and unable to take anything-worth-taking sucks big time. I would love to go home and go to bed, but with my maternity leave looming.... I'm not sure that's very fair to my already extremely generous boss.

We still don't have baby names selected for what I've come to expect to be another 'lil Dubyette. I'm not sure why I'm convinced this baby's a girl.... I have nothing to base it on -- just a hunch.... I'll be just as happy with either, but I have to admit -- I'll be more than a little surprised if it's a boy. I'm not sure why we have such a hard time with names..... we just can't seem to get on the same page and settle on one.....

Completely unrelated...... I saw this headline and instead of feeling sorry for her.... I thought, geez.... some girls have all the luck.

Dear Miss Stiletto

2008-04-03T08:13:00.001-04:00

Dear Miss Stiletto --

I personally have never been accused of being fashion-forward.... so, I'm sure my little thoughts will make no sense to you, but this is my blog and I'll whine if I want to.

If you opt to wear shoes you can barely walk in to the office, may I ask that you do your teetering wobble off to the side of the corridor?

You see, some of us base our travel time on our ability to walk to meetings at a somewhat brisk pace.... and we wear appropriate shoes to accomplish this travel.

Getting stuck behind a middle-aged Barbie-doll attempting to walk in shoes that are clearly designed for hookers can really hamper my ability to get to meetings on time.

I have no problem with your new-born-Bambi learning to walk impression -- but, scoot over -- let us serious people pass you please, okay?

Dear Orlando International Airport

2008-04-01T07:12:00.002-04:00

An open letter to Orlando International Airport from Mrs Big Dubya:

Dear MCO,

You suck!

Get your act together.

Regards,
Mrs Big Dubya

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An airport that is in such close proximity to Walt Disney World should be better equipped to handle families with small children...... MCO is not.

On Friday morning, we left our Walt Disney Resort on the 8:50am Magical Express. For those who travel to Disney, the Magical Express is a fabulous service that I highly recommend. We grumbled a bit because our flight wasn't until noon..... 8:50 seemed a bit early, but -- we stuck with the resorts recommendation -- and thank God we did.

Shortly before arriving at the airport, the 'lil Dubyette let out a small cough -- which was followed by a bout of projectile vomit that jettisoned her entire breakfast which consisted of yogurt and fruit. The Big Dubya acted fast and managed to clean up the mess -- but her outfit and my shirt were casualties that were beyond the power of mere baby wipes.

Once off the Magical Express, we found a bench and pulled whatever outfit we could out of the luggage -- she didn't match, but she was clean.... sorta.

We got in line to check our bags and waited 45 minutes...... 45 minutes is absurd especially when you've already got your boarding passes. This is a domestic flight....... UGH

We then proceeded to the security check point where we waited close to an hour..... an hour? are you kidding me? And, let's be honest -- this is Orlando -- everyone has at least one child with them. Fortunately, our kids were unbelievably cooperative -- but that's not the point. Every time we fly through MCO it's the same story -- if they are going to deal with this high passenger volume they ought to configure and staff accordingly.

If anyone knows a time of day that's better at MCO -- please let me know. We've got another trip planned in August/September and I'd like to avoid a repeat of this disaster.

The Dubya Family Vacation -- 2008

2008-03-19T15:48:00.003-04:00

So, we are heading to Disney on Sunday

We've been to Disney before.... many times before..... but this is our first trip with my in-laws.

Now, in the spirit of fairness..... I hit the in-law lottery. I have arguably the best in-laws anyone could ever hope for. They are interested and involved, but not over bearing or intrusive. They are generous beyond reason and they made me feel welcome into their family long before they knew they might get stuck with me. They are easy-going and they simply adore our kids -- I couldn't have selected better grandparents for the 'lil dubyas.

All that being said.... we are still going on vacation with the in-laws for the very first time -- and along with that comes a certain amount of stress.

We go on trips with my family all the time -- so, I know what to expect. I participate in the planning (aunt P and I usually divide up the responsibilities) and I know that if things don't go like clock-work, well -- chances are we'll all get a good giggle out of it and the story will become part of the fabric of our trip's memories.

This trip is different.

For this trip, I did virtually ALL of the planning --

I selected the dates, booked the flights, the hotel.... and although I really enjoy all of the planning that goes into a group trip -- I tend to take on an unreasonable amount of responsibility for everyone's enjoyment. If there's even one snag, snafu or hiccup.... I'll feel like it's my fault and I ruined their trip. If I select a restaurant and the food or service is crap, if I select a hotel and the rooms aren't nice, if I book an airline and the luggage gets lost.....

I know it's absurd..... but, I'm a first-born and a daughter.... this is what daughters do....

Overheard at the Dubyas

2008-03-19T11:08:00.006-04:00

Mr Big Dubya: You peed in the toilet!

Mrs Big Dubya: Standing up like a big boy -- you peed in the toilet -- we are so proud of you.... good job 'lil man

'Lil Dubya: I peed in the bath...

Mrs Big Dubya: Yeah buddy, we're choosing not to focus on that part

So, we are now part of minivan nation...

2008-03-15T17:36:00.002-04:00

So, after receiving the call that no wife/mother (particularly one who is seven months pregnant and already has high blood pressure) wants to receive last Monday morning -- it became painfully clear that the Dubyas were in the market for a new car.

We knew that this would happen eventually, with our family growing to three children under the age of three.... three carseats will soon become a fact of life for us and the average sedan/compact SUV just doesn't support that much child safety hardware (why is that I wonder?) -- but I thought we had more time. I thought we could wait at least another six months (after I wrapped up maternity leave) before we'd be faced with trading in hubby's car for something a little roomier..... but that was not in the cards.

So, we went and we did what I had always considered the unthinkable..... we bought a mini-van.

Yes it's true, this isn't your father's mini-van...... it's got all the bells and whistles and the 'lil Dubya keeps referring to it as the fancy car with the magic doors - and let's not forget the moooovies, but it's still a mini-van.....

I used to be cool..... I swear I did

In desperate search of....

2008-03-11T10:16:00.003-04:00

A few years ago, the Big Dubya and I were watching TV when soda nearly came streaming out of my nose at the site of a commercial for this stuff.

I wondered what the hell kind of people need a a special fluorescent light to conduct urine reconnaissance missions and then require a chemical solution to deal with the age old problem of removing whatever urine is uncovered. Other than the odd friend with an aging pet, I really didn't think random urine was a serious issue. That was...... until I became the mother of a toddler in the throws of potty training.

The 'lil man loves, loves, loves his new big boy underpants. He puts them on and dances around singing "under-pants, under-pants" -- he even has his almost 16-month old sister running to the bathroom door and screeching to go "pee-pee" -- once on the hopper she holds out her hand and demands "paper" and proceeds to wipe away the non-existent pee -- it was really very cute the first couple of times -- now? well... you know how novelty works.

Anyway, from time to time the 'lil man has an accident. C'mon -- it's only natural -- kids have accidents -- BUT..... sometimes I see the wet pants, but really don't know where offense occurred..... and he won't tell me -- so I end up down on all fours feeling around for a puddle. Isn't motherhood glamorous?

Urine be Gone doesn't seem so silly anymore.

Fired? For that?

2008-03-10T14:23:00.003-04:00

Once again, I'm diving into an area that I generally avoid in this space (yes, because I'm afraid of all you guys not liking me anymore).... politics.

Not sure if you saw it, but Samantha Power was ~~fired~~ asked to resign over flack generated when she called Hillary Clinton a "monster"

Is it me? or is this freakin' insanity?

Look, I don't care for any of the presidential candidates -- and it was a stupid, immature thing to say, BUT to fire someone? An unpaid volunteer..... for a little name calling? Uhm -- get a grip people.

I mean seriously.... if you want to be president -- your going to need a thicker skin -- and hey Barack, how 'bout a little loyalty? This woman's been working for your campaign for FREE for 14 months and instead of asking her to issue an apology and move on -- you fire her?

This is not a slam at the dems..... McCain's been no better -- disassociating himself from anybody who's been less than kind.

Good grief -- are we really getting that politically correct? I call the 'lil Dubya a monster all the time -- I hope my job is safe.

I want a job where attendance isn't mandatory

2008-03-04T15:07:00.002-05:00

Yeah, I think my next job is going to be US senator.

I know, I'm being snarky -- but seriously folks why do the citizens of the United States accept this? I don't typically write about politics (probably because I'm afraid you'll throw rocks at me), but if I'm going to be equally critical of democrats and republicans..... it should be okay, right?

We've got three senators running for president -- yet, none of the three of them have given up their job as senator. This normally wouldn't bother me -- I mean, I've interviewed for jobs without giving up my current job...... but my interview lasted a day -- maybe two. These three yahoos have been criss-crossing the country for months on end and as a result, are not showing up for their job as senator. There are three states not being represented by their elected official.

During 2008 alone (January 22nd through today), the 110th Congress has voted on 36 issues...... want to guess how many Senators Obama, Clinton and McCain have actually showed up for?

Senator McCain has managed to show up for 13 votes (that's 33%..... would your boss be pleased with that attendance rate?)

Senator Obama he's even worse at 11 votes (30.5% for your number junkies)

Senator Clinton? yeah, she doesn't even try.... 3 votes (8.33%)

Why don't the people of Arizona, Illinois & New York deserve to have senators who actually represent them?

I will concede that the majority of these issues are probably not critical to national security or what-have-you -- but this is their job. This is what my tax dollars are paying them a salary of $162,500 for -- shouldn't we demand that they at least show up?

Okay, I'm done

Vote for Mrs Big Dubya -- US senator to the blogsphere

Thank Gawd it was on Triple Clearance...

2008-03-04T14:16:00.004-05:00

You may remember a month or so ago..... our stupendous New England Patriots played a little football game in Arizona and through some lapses in judgement did not exactly come out on top..... yes, after winning 18 straight, they actually lost #19.

Many of us have tried to put it out of our minds....... some of us have been less successful than others.

Well, shortly before game time -- it came to my attention that my dear husband had made a friendly wager with an internet buddy. He agreed to dress our children in Giants gear and post their photo on his blog if the Giants were to win -- the buddy agreed to do the same to his child if the Patriots were to win.

Initially I was aggravated, because the Big Dubya knows how I feel about posting photos of the children on the web..... I'm probably being unreasonable, but I just worry about perverted whack-jobs looking at photos of my children. He validly raised the point that he's got the kids in his banner already...... I ended up conceding simply because the Patriots couldn't actually lose this game, but then they did......

Being the good guy that he is, Metro agreed to a wager substitution and said that he'd accept a photo of the Big Dubya wearing the Giants gear as payment. I told hubby that it was up to him -- I could have spoke up, but I didn't..... so it's my own damn fault. Anyway, I was asked to pop out at lunch and get a Giants shirt so that the photo could be taken and posted.

Thank God it was on clearance -- I felt unfaithful just holding it in my hand. The woman at the counter said "This is a great sale, you should get two" -- I smiled and said "I don't even want to buy this one"

Keep an eye on hubby's site...... I'm guessing the photo will be up in the next day or so.

Pajama Day

2008-02-29T10:59:00.004-05:00

So, yesterday was pajama day at daycare. This was kind of cool for us because pajama days are usually on Fridays, a day where my kids don't attend..... so they get left out. The 'lil Dubya was pretty excited to where his pajamas to school and it was cute to see all the kids in their jammies -- and the teachers too.

Obviously my little brain has too much time on its hands because on my ride to work my mind began to wander and I began to wonder.... what would it be like to wear my pajamas to work?

Well, okay -- it would be a disaster.

Right now, as I approach 7 months pregnant -- my pjs consist of an over sized bar tee-shirt left over from my college days and a pair of the Big Dubya's pajama bottoms (love the drawstring!).

But then of course I couldn't just stop there -- I started to wonder about my co-workers..... Mr. Conservative would probably have a coordinated Ralph Lauren ensembles -- perfectly coordinated and pressed. Ms. wannabe CFO would probably have some sort of Laura Ashely number. Miss "I wear things inappropriate for work" would probably show up in something a la Fredrick's of Hollywood two sizes too small...... and Mr Studly all the women love me ..... oh dear God, don't go there.... don't go there....

Let's hope pajama day never catches on at work

Happy Friday folks!

What do you think of my fancy new banner?

2008-02-28T10:22:00.001-05:00

I have the greatest (and most talented) hubby evah!

I can't belive I'm going to admit it, but....

2008-02-27T09:32:00.003-05:00

I actually watched an episode of the Supernanny -- and GASP, I actually enjoyed it.

Earlier in the week I'd seen a teaser for an episode about Wilson Philips singer (and daughter of Beachboy Brian Wilson) Wendy Wilson. For some reason, I am somewhat reassured about my parenting skills (or lack of) when I see people who have seemingly endless resources struggling with the same things we struggle with -- so I set the DVR to record.

So, the other night I couldn't sleep -- so, I turned it on and was shocked to see these people have the same problems as we mere mortals. They have a 3 year old, a 4 year old and 6 week old twins. They were battling things that I will likely face when #3 arrives -- a 3 year old who was regressing..... pacifier, potty training, etc.

Supernanny doesn't have a magic wand, and she doesn't attempt to turn the kids into zombies -- she just wants them to learn how to behave, while still being a child.

I'll admit it, I used to make fun of the show -- but I may watch again.

I wish Dunkin Donuts would do this

2008-02-26T09:39:00.003-05:00

I like Dunkin Donuts a lot -- I know you "true" coffee people are probably shuddering at the thought, but...... Starbucks can be delicious, but other than their super fancy (and sometimes frozen) concoctions, their coffee always tastes burned to me.

But, at least it always tastes burned..... consistency is the key, I know what I'm going to get when I walk into a Starbucks.

Dunkin Donuts?...... well, it's a roll of the dice every time I walk into the place. They ought to follow the Starbucks model and do some training. I was initially so excited to see that Dunkin Donuts is doing 99¢ lattes today.... and then reality set in and I realized that there is a better than good chance that it'll taste like a 49¢ latte and I'll be sorry I bothered.

Household tasks I HATE

2008-02-24T11:14:00.003-05:00

Look, I never claimed to be a good housekeeper..... I swear, I never did.

I hate cleaning the house -- but, it's a necessary evil and I'm always happier in a clean house -- so, there you have it -- and in fairness, I'm pretty lucky -- the Big Guy does his fair share.... and many of those jobs are the jobs I hate the most (floors, putting out the garbage....).

But, really -- is there a job worse than putting away the laundry?

I don't mind washing it -- I don't even mind folding it...... but I hate, hate, hate putting it away -- the only thing that I hate more is matching up the socks -- I even go to great lengths to buy all the same kind of socks so that I can minimize the matching up frustration. But, what's worse than matching up adult socks..... those teeny tiny 'lil kid socks.

There's only one thing I hate more than than matching up the socks.... unpacking after a vacation.... probably because it entails putting clothes away..... this could be a theme for me.

What house work do you hate?

Decisions, decisions

2008-02-21T12:41:00.003-05:00

Well, folks.... here we are..... once again pretty pregnant and once again we have no baby names.... well, no acceptable baby names.

It should be easy, right? Well.... no -- not for me.... it's hard....

The 'lil man's first name is one we both liked.... his middle name is for my father & grandfather -- the 'lil lady..... well, we both liked the name, but -- if we are being honest, the Big Duyba named her and her middle name is for his maternal grandmother (which went over really, really well with Nana Dubya).

When I bring up the topic, the Big Dubya just glazes over.... says he's given me all the names he can come up with..... then I revisit my list -- there is no overlap we are back to square one.

Why is this so hard?

Belated....

2008-02-17T18:25:00.001-05:00

Six years ago today, my new husband and I left for our honeymoon........ it was
my first full day as the Mrs Big Dubya.........

Happy anniversary big guy

Happy Birthday Dear Friend!

2008-02-15T09:34:00.003-05:00

I wish I could say we were going to throw down a few to celebrate..... but, that's going to have to wait anohter 106 days.......

In the meantime, Happy Birthday Friend!

Dear Red Sox

2008-02-13T14:04:00.004-05:00

Dear Red Sox,

How is it possible that you can pay Manny $17 million this year, but can't afford a decent online ticketing system, huh? ......

Last night, I was beyond delighted to get an email saying:

Dear Mrs Big Dubya,

Great News! You've been selected in our second chance drawing for the opportunity to purchase tickets for one of the following games to be played at Fenway Park in 2008: Opening Day (4/8 versus the Detroit Tigers) or one of the nine contests versus the New York Yankees (4/11, 4/12, 4/13, 7/25, 7/26, 7/27, 9/26, 9/27, 9/28).

C'mon guys -- you can imagine my delight..... for those of you keeping track, I had tickets to a game v/s the Yankees last year -- but at the last minute opted to let Mr Big Dubya take 39 on the double-date we'd planned with the Buffalos because I had sick babes and needed to put their needs above my own.

Anyway I was thrilled for a second chance and so as instructed (by the very strict email I might add) I logged in at 12:00 and here I am at 2:07..... still in the virtual waiting room.

back to my letter

I understand the need to find a fair mechanism for selling/distributing tickets and the opportunity to buy them -- but...... when tickets can run up to $90 a piece.... the people who can afford to buy them are people who have jobs and can't necessarily sit in front of their computer for 2+ hours on a Wednesday praying that they can get out of this "virtual waiting room" that teases you with a "refresh" every 30 seconds.

And, didn't your mother teach you any manners..... if you are going to have us over.... give us some snacks or something!

Sincerley,

Mrs Big Dubya

Update: 2:58 still waiting

Update: 3:09 success.... thank Gawd!

da-nile

2008-02-07T19:48:00.000-05:00

Like most New Englanders, I spent the early part of this week in denial..... how on earth did the Patriots lose the Superbowl?

But, they did.

People who are usually very rational have been behaving like they just lost their best friend.

Well, I'm done with all that

Yes, it was a disappointing loss -- but, how greedy can we all be? I mean seriously, are we really feeling sorry for Tom Brady? Oh, poor little millionaire...... supermodel girlfriend, beautiful baby with supermodel ex-girlfriend, more money than he could ever spend, more records and titles than any other NFL player and oh yeah, he's only got three superbowl rings at the ripe old age of 30.

If anything, maybe it's nice for our kids to see that even Tom Brady can't always win.

Don't get me wrong -- I wish the Patriots had won, but...... there's always next year.

On the bright side -- pitchers & catchers report in 6 days -- Go Red Sox!

Daily Dilemas

2008-02-04T19:31:00.001-05:00

Each day, I find myself faced with yet one of life's little dilemmas.....

If a co-worker (someone at your level) gets fired for "inappropriate use of computer" (translation: porn at work) and he had a better office than you...... how long do you wait before you ask to move in?

Granted, I'm not sure I want to be in that office....... some icky stuff probably went on in there, but.... it's got a much better view than mine.... not to mention better furniture..... I can probably get past the ick with some 409

Thoughts?

Why does this make headlines?

2008-02-02T11:24:00.000-05:00

I mean seriously, do we need MSNBC to tell us that double-dipping is gross?

Tiny lobes

2008-02-01T16:13:00.000-05:00

Yesterday I found myself at the mall.... picking up a birthday gift for the Big Dubya's nephew (and godson) -- his birthday isn't until next week, but we decided to get him something Suberbowl-related, so of course it had to get in the mail ASAP in order to make it to him in time for Sunday.

So, as I sat on a bench in the middle of the mall -- writing the card, assembling the gift with tissue paper in the gift bag, addressing the box (which I'd just purchased at the post office in the mall)...... I heard an ear-piercing shriek. Good God what just happened to that baby.

She had just had her ears pierced -- she couldn't have been more than 6 months old.

I realize that for some people this is a cultural thing -- but oh my God! I just don't understand the need to pierce a tiny little baby's ears.

Can someone explain it to me please?

How do these guys stay in business?

2008-01-31T09:57:00.000-05:00

I was just cleaning out my purse..... it's a sea of receipts, loose change and expired coupons that I forgot to use.... and I came across a receipt from the worst restaurant to ever grace the planet.... Sbarro.

I have no idea how Sbarro stays in business -- I don't know a single person who actually enjoys eating there. Have any of you guys ever gotten something edible from this place?

If I hate it so much, why do I have a receipt?

Ah, smart reader..... that's a good question.

You see, when driving yourself and two babies from the nortwest hills of CT to Atlantic City, New Jersey -- you may find yourself in a situation where you & the kids need a snack and a diaper change (the kids need the diaper, not you). So, you pull over to one of the ~~filthy~~ fine rest stops on the Garden State Parkway and you survey your options.

Okay, I know.... my kids are the only ones in America who refuse to eat chicken nuggets.

So, I figured -- maybe a side of pasta and a slice of pizza -- that's a decent lunch for the three of us to share.

First of all -- $7.59 for a small side of pasta -- are you f'ing insane???? then $3.29 for a slice of "it's been sittin' around for a while" cheese pizza. And then, they tell me that in order to get milk.... I have to go over to Burger King. So, picture me -- 5½ months pregnant with a 1-year old and a 2-year old having to balance a tray of food and make my way to BK to buy milk while trying to keep the 'lil dubya and the 'lil dubyette from running away. In fairness, the 'lil dubya was a champ and helped keep his sister in line..... but still, you'd think that they'd make it a little bit easier. Did I mention the "family" rest room with no diaper changing station????

So, for $14.63 (after a soda and tax) not to mention the $2+ I paid BK for a thimble of milk the kids and I had a lunch that we normally wouldn't feed the neighbor's dog..... we ended up throwing most of it away -- and I HATE wasting food.

Seriously, how do they stay in business calling that food?

The Next Mia Hamm? or maybe David Beckham?

2008-01-18T07:37:00.000-05:00

You must admit, the family resemblance is quite remarkable.....

The dirty kids? Yeah, they're mine

2008-01-17T09:09:00.000-05:00

So, after I flaked on a doctor appointment Friday morning -- the nice lady at the pediatrician's office (not to be confused with the cranky witch who also works there) squeezed us in for Tuesday afternoon.

I purposely make my doctor appointments in the morning so that the kids will be well behaved (this is relative) and freshly bathed. But, when you totally blow off an appointment and have to be squeezed in.... beggars can't be choosers, so 4:00pm it is.

I left work early, picked the kids up and of course -- the two of them look utterly homeless. The 'lil man is in his "back-up" clothes..... these tend to be clothes that they receive as gifts -- clothes I don't really like -- so, I send them to school with them so that if they need to be changed during the day.... they've got a spare outfit. My rationale is that the outfit doesn't go to waste, but I don't have to see it too often -- it's a win-win.

The 'lil lady has finger paint all over her -- from the pictures she had a great time, but not too much paint landed on the smock.... most managed to skip the smock and go right to her sleeves. She's also got some sort of dried-up mystery goo in her hair..... awesome!

I didn't have time to go home and clean them up -- and the babywipes I keep in the car can only do so much, so -- off to the appointment we go. When we get there I get a better understanding of what she meant by "squeeze us in" -- it's standing room only. There must have been a dozen boys (yeah, all boys) sneezing and hacking all over the place. Most of them looked as homeless as my kids..... I'm guessing they were picked up from school/daycare as well.... made me feel a little bit better, but not much.

As any overcrowded room can be, the waiting room was very, very warm -- so I took off the kids coats -- and then 4:00 turned into 4:10, 4:20, 4:30...... and suddenly I started to smell it.... oh yeah, somebody was having a diaper episode..... if only it could have been somebody else's kid. Instead, it was the 'lil man -- so, not only did he look dirty -- he stunk too. I tried to pretend I didn't notice, but he takes after the Big Dubya..... he stinks.

Thankfully they called us in around 4:40 and we were able to get our business done and out of there in a hurry.

I kind of feel bad for all the times I've looked at scruffy kids and jumped to conclusions....

Back in time

2008-01-16T11:45:00.000-05:00

Does hearing a certain song on the radio bring you back to a particular time in your life?

Does driving a certain road remind you of a trip you once took?

This morning I had to go to the hospital for an ultrasound -- it was the routine 20 week photo session, everything is just fine. And no, I didn't find out what we are having.

I called last week to "pre-register" -- and the woman on the phone began giving me directions to where I needed to go -- as she began telling me to go up the long driveway to the main building.... I got a chill. As she continued -- "pass the information desk, pass the gift shop, down a long hallway -- get on the elevator in front of the cafeteria and go down to the ground floor"

I told her to stop -- I knew where I had to go.

The ultrasound department is right in front of the NICU..... where the 'lil man spent his first month. I haven't been back there since we brought him home 2½ years ago -- but as I drove up the long driveway this morning -- it was like it was yesterday. I remember the first time I walked down that long hallway -- I was still so weak, the Big Dubya was practically carrying me -- I'm not sure my feet were even fully on the ground. He hadn't even tried to talk me out of going -- he knew I wouldn't have listened.

I got on the elevator and there was a man that got on with me -- he had a huge vat of coffee.... he'd been up all night -- I could see it on his face.

I got off and was grateful to be taking a left to go to my ultrasound appointment -- the man went the other way -- he was heading to the NICU. I cried a little and then I prayed for him.