Friday, July 31, 2009

You Know You're a Mom When...

10. You get online to research some kind of ailment you think your son might have or eventually develop and find yourself having a slight panic attack over the millions of things that could go wrong with him. "What's wrong with that scab?" "Why hasn't he pooped in two hours?" "Why is he smiling so much?"
9. High pitched anger screams that nearly shatter windows in your home no longer have an effect on your ear drums and you are able to continue digging the booger out of his nose without even flinching. Your ears might be bleeding, but you don't feel a thing.

8. Bathing your son becomes a daily occurrence as his poop force reaches new and amazing levels.

7. Watching your son roll from his back over onto his tummy is probably more exciting that the first time you learned to drive, got a kiss or received your first paycheck. I don't remember calling nearly every person in my family and sending out e-mails when any of those three things happened.

6. Toddler Tunes is constantly playing on TV and in your head.

5. Nine-thirty p.m. has now become my most favorite bedtime in the world.

4. Too tired to finish running all of your errands, you turn to the magic of modern technology and order diapers from

3. Your husband, who works nights and stays home with baby during the day, calls you at least three times before noon to ask you questions about baby's schedule and when he should be sleeping and what he should be doing oh and when will you be home to feed him and then manages to call you another four times before you're able to come home at three.

2. You have scratches on your neck, arms and tummy not from a cat but from your sons freakishly long fingernails and toenails that you clip like every other day but they still grow back like claws the next morning.

1. I still maintain that boobs that breastfeed will withstand nuclear explosions. Once you get past that awkward and painful struggle of teaching baby to eat you then move on to the next stage of torture: Breastfeeding a teething baby who thinks its funny to bite. Ouch.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

A Nursery Rhyme a Day...

So adding on to my fixation of the week...the dissection of common nursery rhymes.
Rhyme #1: Ring Around the Roses
Ring a-round the roses
A pocket full of posies
Ashes to Ashes
We all fall down
While this rhyme might have seemed all fun and happy when you we little and dancing around in a circle before falling to the ground giggling. Now, I find this rhyme to be quite dismal. Here's what I've been able to find on it: This rhyme dates back to the time period of the Black Plague. Symptoms of the plague included a rosy, red rash in the shape of a ring. Pockets and anything that could hold something we filled with flowers and herbs believed to have healing powers and based on the belief that the disease was caused by bad smells. Ashes to Ashes refers to the cremation of all the dead bodies from the plague and "We all fall down" refers to the large number of people that died, killing a huge number of people. They dropped like flies. Don't believe me? Look here

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Mother Goose's Meanings

Have you ever noticed how some nursery rhymes are quite violent?
For example: Rock a bye baby on the tree top
When the wind blows the cradle will rock
When the bow breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all.
THAT'S AWFUL! Why on earth would a baby be sleeping in a tree and for heavens sake- why oh why would someone make up a song that has a baby falling from a tree??? So while this had me thinking I decided to google this song and try to find some background on it. Here's what I found: This lullaby reflects the view of a young pilgrim boy watching a Native American mother suspend a cradle from a birch tree so that the wind can rock the baby to sleep. If the wind blows to hard then the cradle could be blown down. Don't believe me, here's the link.

What about Peter Pumpkin Eater? Here's thy rhyme:
Peter Peter Pumpkin eater
Had a wife but couldn't keep her
Put her in a pumpkin shell and there he kept her very well

Okay so obviously this guy likes eating pumpkins or something... and he's married but for some reason he can't keep her. What does that mean? Does that mean he can't keep her as his wife because she's a flirtatious hussy, is he a weak man being overcome by some superhero-strengthened wife? Did he win her in a contest, but then the contest judge found out he cheated so he has to give her back? Did she cheat on him and so he "took care of her" and then put her body in a pumpkin shell ( a bit dark though). Hmm well lets see:

So this guy named Peter had a wandering wife (scandalous for a nursery rhyme) so he pretty much imprisoned her in a pumpkin shell (some people think this means a chastity belt) and then his problems went away. Oh- but lo and behold I found more this this nursery rhyme that we don't normally sing:
Peter Peter Pumpkin eater
Had another and didn't love her
Peter learned to read and spell
And then he loved her very well.

So what I'm getting from this extra verse is that perhaps Peter was ticked off at his wife for her wandering ways, so he himself found "comfort" elsewhere. My italics imply scandalous behavior. Back to Peter, so he didn't love this other woman but when he learned to read and spell (like a good little lad) he loved her very well...who's HER? Let's find out from the Internets.
So this rhyme suggests that Peter moved on and got another wife, perhaps killing his first hussy of a ball and chain (gasp!). But Peter has trouble loving this wife, maybe he was more attached to his first wife than he originally thought. There's some scandalous ideas behind the pumpkins significance that I will let you read about on your own since this blog typically tries to stay PG. But it looks like Peter couldn't keep up with his second wife because she was smarter than him so he put forth an effort to better himself (keep this one in mind gentleman) and learned to read and spell and then they matched each other intellectually and were able to love each other.

How interesting!!!

Aaaaah Vacation...

I have not been on as much as I normally am this past month due to the fact that we've had tons of company and I've been finishing off the rest of my maternity leave.
My parents arrived from Phoenix on June 28. They watched and snuggled with Caderyn that whole week before we left to celebrate our 4th of July up at my grandparents cabin near Darby, MT.
My little Bubbers had his first 4th of July. Here's a picture to prove it!
He loved hanging out with all his cousins and there was hardly a second that he wasn't being held. From one cabin, we went to another up at Flathead where we spent time with my dad's family. He spent some time in the water and got lots of lovies from his auntie, uncle and cousins.

We got back, I had about a week of work and then tons of friends and family joined us as we baptized Caderyn. It was such a special occasion for him and we are so thankful so may people came.
Now that I'm back at work full time, I'm planning on writing much, much, more often :)

Thursday, July 23, 2009

My latest obsession...

The Sookie Stackhouse Series.
So far there are nine books in the series and the last three weeks have been three very enjoyable, book-filled ones. I love the way Charlaine Harris writes with a mystery and romance twist. I would highly recommend these books to people. Jeff even likes them!!!

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

What a Ham!

I'm the sweetest little boy ever!
I love to laugh out loud now. I'm pretty funny and think everyone else is funny too!

I'm not starving...

I'm 3 months old (nearly 4 months)

What Good Are the Words?

I haven't had a lot of time to sit down and write a serious blog lately for a few reasons:
1. I'm back at work and, as usual with the summer months, am consumed with my job.
2. My little bubbers is the only person I want to give attention to after a really harsh day at work.
3. I haven't really been inspired lately.

Number three is one of the most frustrating for me. I've got lots of stuff to say- why can't I write about any of it?
Sure, I could sit here and blog about the hassles of my job and how much it frustrates me sometimes- but that doesn't solve the problem. I figure I'm just better off going to bed after a rough day at work and waking up to a brand new day where I can slap on that smile and positive attitude. So I don't like to write about work.
I could blog about being a new mommy- which I LOVE LOVE LOVE! But I'd rather save up all the info and compile it into one big juicy blog.
I could blog about the problems of the world, but what good would that do.
I find myself at a complete loss of words. I find myself blogging about...Michael Jackson (although, that one was a bit fluffy it was fun).
I'm going on a two week hiatus from blogging and hope to resurface with some juicy writing.
By hiatus, I mean I'm going to be heading up into the woods where there is not internet or cell phone service. The first two days are a bit panicky, but after that the mental release is amazing.