Hibernating
We have been spending vast amounts of time in our jammies here at Huckablog world headquarters. We have been catching up on our reading, and cartoons, (pronounced by The Son as shar-toons), cooking, feels like spring cleaning, and surfing our favorite corners of the web. I have not really written a post for you or anything, but it has been brought to my attention that many of you are suffering from Son withdrawal. So here ya go. See? In his jammies. Right now? 12:28 p.m. on a Tuesday( turns out today is MONDAY)? In his jammies. And you know what? I am totally cool with that.
Since we are being a wee bit lazy, I have decided to share some linky love. Here are some of my favorite blog posts I have read recently.
The first one is PhD in Parenting. I LOVE this blog, and this post on Breastfeeding in Children’s programing has some awesome clips. The Son and I watched them all several times. The whole blog is great, and her ideas and philosophies on parenting mirror my own (not so much on politics or religion, but diversity makes the world go round, right!). I am proud to be her fellow student of parenting.
Next we have the Nie-Nie dialouges. I have pored through this blog in the last week or so. It is by a mom who loves being a mom, she is so HAPPY and CREATIVE…and she and her husband were very nearly killed in a airplane crash in August. She had 83% of her body covered in burns….and still she is HAPPY. LOVE this one, go check it out.
This is 7daytrial, and a good post on the choices you must make as a parent. Darling, this is so just the beginning–and no worries, I was in L&D eight times before The Son was finally forcefully removed from me. The best time was when I thought I was leaking amniotic fluid. Turns out I just wet myself a little.
Mamapop, oh how I love thee. I am seriously considering giving up “pop culture” for Lent because I really do not want to know who is on the cast of The Hills when I do not have cable TV, but this is a great post about a more serious problem, one I feel passionately about.
That should keep you busy for awhile. I will be back soon. Promise.
Filed under Boy is my face red, Time Suckers | Comments (3)At least we were not wearing neon orange.
One of the two people in this picture is 26 today. The other one is wondering why this was her favorite outfit. One person in this picture is coming home very shortly. The other one knows why she was afraid of bangs for so long. One of the people in this picture is holding their sibling’s hand because they are afraid of all the geriatric almost strangers that are trying kiss them. Oh, wait, that was both of them. Happy Birthday JHJ. See you soon.
Filed under Family-blame the DNA | Comments (8)For Him
People smile and tell me I’m the lucky one, and we’ve just begun,
Think I’m gonna have a son.
He will be like he and me, as free as a dove, conceived in love,
Sun is gonna shine above.
And even though we ain’t got money, I’m so in love with ya honey,
And everything will bring a chain of love.
And in the morning when I rise, you bring a tear of joy to my eyes,
And tell me everything is gonna be alright.
Seems as though a month ago I betcha never got high,
Oh, I was a sorry guy.
And now a smile, a face, a man that shares my name,
Now I’m through with the game, this boy will never be the same.
Pisces, Virgo rising is a very good sign, strong and kind,
And the little boy is mine.
Now I see a family where there once was none, now we’ve just begun,
Yeah, we’re gonna fly to the sun.
Love the boy who holds the world in a paper cup, drink it up,
Love him and he’ll bring you luck.
And if you find he helps your mind, buddy, take him home,
Don’t you live alone, try to earn what lovers own.
And even though we ain’t got money, I’m so in love with ya honey,
And everything will bring a chain of love.
And in the morning when I rise, you bring a tear of joy to my eyes,
And tell me everything is gonna be alright.
Danny’s Song, A. Murray version
Have a happy (not commercialized, waste of money, invented by Hallmark) Valentine’s Day Sweet Husband. I know there is a God because love like this is not of this earth. I love you, and enjoy.
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And for the rest of you guys.
When my parents were out of town recently, instead of taking their two large dogs to my house, I just hung out at theirs. And I got bored. And The Son was wearing his little tighty whiteys. And I had my camera (the new one will get here soon!). In the interest of um, photographic commemoration, I dissembled a Valentine’s Day decoration and stripped the kid down to his unders and told him to go jump on Grammy and Grandpa’s bed.
Go look at last years pictures before you watch the video, he has really sprout up in the last month or so. Bonus adorableness at the beginning.
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How do I?
Help. Really I honestly want you to tell me how to….
….respond to The Son when he points to the second little red chair in our living room and says “that chair is for my sister!”?
…..clean those plastic toddler placemats? Can I put them in the dishwasher? Just let the dogs lick them clean?
…..use facebook? Seriously I do not even really want to be on facebook, but I feel like I am missing out on something important. Is there a way to do it and keep it anonymous like the blog?
…..give an inexpensive gift to someone who hates cheesy valentines day crap?
…..quit a bible study you know you should love, but just….don’t?
…..clip my toddlers fingernails, without a temper tantrum or waking him up by trying to do it in the dark while he is asleep?
…..wean myself from ellipses….is there a such thing as punctuation-aters anonymous?
Filed under Boy is my face red, lexapro lexplains it | Comments (7)Hupdates
1. Ma had her surgery on Friday here in hometown, she is recovering nicely and my Mom is taking great care of her. She will be driven home, to a house with electricity, tomorrow-ish.
2. I am assuming this is not insider information, if it is– read fast because I will take this one off. My Dad got laid off after working there since I was a sophomore in high-school. I was concerned by this because every other time he has ever changed jobs it has meant a major move….and I want my family close! Also, I so am not ready to be responsible for my grandparents. Dad has already been contacted about some contract work and did get a decent severance package, so maybe he will just be able to be semi-retired and not much will change.
3. JHJ also got laid off and is coming home. I am thrilled because I have missed my brother, but sad that he does not really want to be here. Vegas it is not.
4. Someone has taught The Son to say “I want a sister.” and I am not amused
5. Someone (Gabs) also taught him to say “SHUT UP” and “That is STUPID”. I am pissed.
6. I have had this um…medical thing. This girly medical thing that really made me (and a doctor) think that maybe I had miscarriage–and not have realized that I was even pregnant. I have had two ultrasounds and about a gallon of blood work done and it has been determined that I was not pregnant (which Hallelujah because I was going to be all WTF Trojan!) and have just had some um.. issues. To solve this problem I have been given hormones. Because I needed help on my journey to crazy town. Hormones seem to be helping and it looks like I am going to be able to avoid a D&C. p.s. this has not been caused by extended breastfeeding. No it has not. I said NO. Okay, maybe a little, BUT my OB said that she wishes that every one of her patients could nurse until their baby was 32 months, so *pfffzt*extended nursing for the win.
7. I have had lots of inquires about The Husband since his accident. He is still in physical therapy, and his shoulder still hurts some, but his rib seems to be all better. We have not yet settled with the insurance company for his personal injury claim, we are waiting for him to be well so we know how much to settle for first. Little work car is up and running, but looks flat out ghetto. Oh, well, it is paid off and the money the insurance company gave us for it paid The Husband’s tuition.
8. That’s all I’ve got people. So, what has been going on with you?
Filed under Breastfeeding, Family-blame the DNA, The Husband, The Son, lexapro lexplains it | Comments (5)Potty humor never dies
Before the power went out last week I spent hours cleaning out forgotten drawers at my Ma’s house. There I uncovered this little gem written by my Ma when she was about eleven. The handwriting is perfect, if faded, the paper is yellow and brittle, but the punchlines are still intact.
My Mother
Who when my prayers were poorly said
would tuck me in my little bed
and spank my butt till it was red?
My mother.
Who when the morning light had come,
and in my bed I’d turded some,
would gently wipe my little bum?
My mother.
Who would my hair neatly part,
and gently press me to her heart,
and squeeze me till I sometimes fart?
My mother.
Who took me from my warm, warm cot,
and put me on my cold, cold pot,
and made me pee would I or not?
My mother.
Who looked at me with eye-brows knit,
when in my drawers I had shit
and said to me, “Up and git!”?
My mother.