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Thanks, Bec, for the idea.
The O'Gs. No, not the Original Gangstas. But close.
Monday, June 3, 2013
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Peeing
PJ got in trouble at school yesterday.
For peeing.
Outside.
On a tree.
At school.
Because his mom taught him it's okay to pee outside on a tree -- you know, if we're driving and he has to go, and there's no bathroom, or we're outside playing.
MOTY.
For peeing.
Outside.
On a tree.
At school.
Because his mom taught him it's okay to pee outside on a tree -- you know, if we're driving and he has to go, and there's no bathroom, or we're outside playing.
MOTY.
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
When you can't call Mom
I've been thinking about this a lot lately, but this post on Scary Mommy inspired me to write this today.
I missed my mom a lot yesterday. I miss her every day, of course, but yesterday was one of those days.
It was Memorial Day. She would always have a BBQ on Memorial Day, Labor Day, whatever. We'd go there, she'd make way too much food, encourage us to drink too much. She and I would end up going shopping somewhere where she'd undoubtedly buy something for me -- a shirt, something for my kitchen, whatever it might be.
It's hard being a mom without having your own mom to talk to.
I do have my stepdad, but he never had his own kids. He came into our lives when I was nearly 8. So he has no memories or stories, no advice or experiences, with kids under 8, and even then, he tried to stay out of the parenting, and let my mom do it.
I hear many of my friends talking about their moms.
"My mom said I did the same thing."
"My mom told me to try this."
"My mom just laughed at me."
I never got to share the experience of being a mom with my mom. She was diagnosed with ALS before PJ was three months old. She started to lose her ability to speak/communicate about a year later. I never wanted to bother her with issues with PJ -- she was dealing with a fatal disease.
I have my mother in law. While she's great, and has really stepped up since I lost my mom, she's not MY mom. Luckily, she understands that she will never replace my mom.
I think back to my childhood. We lived with my grandparents till my grandmother passed away when I was 18. Eighteen is young to lose a grandparent, considering my husband who is 32 has three of his four still left and the one passed away when he was 26. But my grandma was there for all my "big stuff", save my wedding and the birth of my children.
My kids get confused when I talk about my mom. PJ vaguely remembers her, but there's not much to remember. All she could do in his memory was sit on the couch. So they see my MIL as grandma and can't understand when I talk about grandma in heaven.
It breaks my heart.
People complain about their parents, or their in-laws. Sometimes their have shitty parents or in-laws that should be complained about. I would trade anything for the worst day I had with my mom.
Being a mom is hard. It's rewarding beyond words. It's the best thing I have ever done, it's the only thing I want to do everyday for the rest of my life. But it's hard. Sometimes I rock being a mom, and sometimes I suck. Sometimes I am confident in my decisions, and sometimes I do nothing but doubt myself.
But every time, I wish I could just talk to my mom.
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I missed my mom a lot yesterday. I miss her every day, of course, but yesterday was one of those days.
It was Memorial Day. She would always have a BBQ on Memorial Day, Labor Day, whatever. We'd go there, she'd make way too much food, encourage us to drink too much. She and I would end up going shopping somewhere where she'd undoubtedly buy something for me -- a shirt, something for my kitchen, whatever it might be.
It's hard being a mom without having your own mom to talk to.
I do have my stepdad, but he never had his own kids. He came into our lives when I was nearly 8. So he has no memories or stories, no advice or experiences, with kids under 8, and even then, he tried to stay out of the parenting, and let my mom do it.
I hear many of my friends talking about their moms.
"My mom said I did the same thing."
"My mom told me to try this."
"My mom just laughed at me."
I never got to share the experience of being a mom with my mom. She was diagnosed with ALS before PJ was three months old. She started to lose her ability to speak/communicate about a year later. I never wanted to bother her with issues with PJ -- she was dealing with a fatal disease.
I have my mother in law. While she's great, and has really stepped up since I lost my mom, she's not MY mom. Luckily, she understands that she will never replace my mom.
I think back to my childhood. We lived with my grandparents till my grandmother passed away when I was 18. Eighteen is young to lose a grandparent, considering my husband who is 32 has three of his four still left and the one passed away when he was 26. But my grandma was there for all my "big stuff", save my wedding and the birth of my children.
My kids get confused when I talk about my mom. PJ vaguely remembers her, but there's not much to remember. All she could do in his memory was sit on the couch. So they see my MIL as grandma and can't understand when I talk about grandma in heaven.
It breaks my heart.
People complain about their parents, or their in-laws. Sometimes their have shitty parents or in-laws that should be complained about. I would trade anything for the worst day I had with my mom.
Being a mom is hard. It's rewarding beyond words. It's the best thing I have ever done, it's the only thing I want to do everyday for the rest of my life. But it's hard. Sometimes I rock being a mom, and sometimes I suck. Sometimes I am confident in my decisions, and sometimes I do nothing but doubt myself.
But every time, I wish I could just talk to my mom.
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Friday, May 17, 2013
Tomorrow...we walk
Tomorrow, we walk to defeat ALS.
In memory of my mom.
Who lost her battle with this horrible disease.
It's too late for her, but it's not late to stop someone else from ever having to hear the words
"You have ALS."
It's only three words.
Three words that have so much meaning.
Three words, that to a person unfamiliar with the disease would think, "this is bad. really bad."
Three words, to a person familiar with the disease would not be able think.
Because they would know that soon.
They won't be able to turn the page of their book.
Soon they won't be able to wash their hair.
Hug their child.
Tie their shoes.
Feed themselves.
Walk.
Breathe.
In memory of my mom.
Who lost her battle with this horrible disease.
It's too late for her, but it's not late to stop someone else from ever having to hear the words
"You have ALS."
It's only three words.
Three words that have so much meaning.
Three words, that to a person unfamiliar with the disease would think, "this is bad. really bad."
Three words, to a person familiar with the disease would not be able think.
Because they would know that soon.
They won't be able to turn the page of their book.
Soon they won't be able to wash their hair.
Hug their child.
Tie their shoes.
Feed themselves.
Walk.
Breathe.
If you want to donate, please click the link below.
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Mom, I have a girlfriend.
One day last week, after school, PJ said to me
"Mom, I have a girlfriend?"
"You do? What's her name?"
"Grace."
"What's this whore Grace's deal?"
Yup, that's me. Calling a 5 or 6 year old a whore.
Mother of the year.
"Mom, I have a girlfriend?"
"You do? What's her name?"
"Grace."
"What's this whore Grace's deal?"
Yup, that's me. Calling a 5 or 6 year old a whore.
Mother of the year.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Suckage.
Me. I suck. Big time.
I don't know why I'm not posting more.
But I am posting today and it's gonna rock.
Maggie needs to be potty trained by late August so she can go to the preschool FOUR BLOCKS FROM OUR HOUSE that is cheaper than our current sitter.
PJ started baseball. It's freaking adorable to watch a bunch of four year olds running around playing baseball. Seriously.
Our pool is hopefully being installed May 10.
I say hopefully because I live in Chicago, yo. We got about four gazillion inches of rain last week and I am sure people who were getting their pools installed in the past couple weeks had to reschedule, which means we might have to reschedule, but hey, with the way this weather is going, we won't be able to swim till July anyhow.
Turning 4 has turned PJ into this little kid. He suddenly reasons, asks thoughtful questions, admonishes on bad behavior. Is 4 a magic drug or something? I mean, he seems SO grown up.
The past month has been pretty good. We went to the Wisconsin Dells over spring break which was fun. We've had a few nice days where we could play outside and finally enjoy our awesome new yard and our fantstic new neighborhood.
I got to go to Hooters, and let me tell you. Boneless wings and TMI. Go get some now.
This weekend is PJ's opening day for baseball and picture day. Saturday night we're going to an event to support ALS and I'm very much looking forward to it.
Please come back to me, even though I keep slacking. :)
I don't know why I'm not posting more.
But I am posting today and it's gonna rock.
Maggie needs to be potty trained by late August so she can go to the preschool FOUR BLOCKS FROM OUR HOUSE that is cheaper than our current sitter.
PJ started baseball. It's freaking adorable to watch a bunch of four year olds running around playing baseball. Seriously.
Our pool is hopefully being installed May 10.
I say hopefully because I live in Chicago, yo. We got about four gazillion inches of rain last week and I am sure people who were getting their pools installed in the past couple weeks had to reschedule, which means we might have to reschedule, but hey, with the way this weather is going, we won't be able to swim till July anyhow.
Turning 4 has turned PJ into this little kid. He suddenly reasons, asks thoughtful questions, admonishes on bad behavior. Is 4 a magic drug or something? I mean, he seems SO grown up.
The past month has been pretty good. We went to the Wisconsin Dells over spring break which was fun. We've had a few nice days where we could play outside and finally enjoy our awesome new yard and our fantstic new neighborhood.
I got to go to Hooters, and let me tell you. Boneless wings and TMI. Go get some now.
This weekend is PJ's opening day for baseball and picture day. Saturday night we're going to an event to support ALS and I'm very much looking forward to it.
Please come back to me, even though I keep slacking. :)
Friday, March 22, 2013
Today, you are 4
(This was supposed to post Friday, on PJ's birthday, but didn't).
Dear PJ,
Happy birthday! You are four years old today. I can't even believe it. I remember every minute of this day four years ago.
Four years ago today my life changed forever. Four years ago today you made me what I am most proud to call myself today.
A mom.
I remember the first second I saw you and held you in my arms. Tears streamed down my face. You were perfect. You had so much hair, and you looked just like your daddy. You were 16 days early -- no doubt trying to ease your mama's pain from her absolutely horrible swollen feet -- and I felt my heart was going to burst out of my chest with the love I had for you, instantly.
Your dad and I have tried our best to make your first four years filled with love, fun, care, and life. You've been to more states in your first four years than I went in my first 28.
Every day you amaze me. You are extremely smart. You are sweet and loving beyond compare. You are funny and silly and very much love to hear we are proud of you. You are a great big brother -- you have your moments -- but I never doubt the love you have for your sister nor the lengths you would go to protect her.
You are stubborn -- trying to get you to try a new food is a challenge.
You are smart -- you know shapes, letters, colors, numbers, you can play games on the computer better than I can.
You are funny -- you say silly things like "how are we going to fit the pool in the car?" or just be a goofball.
You are amazing -- watching you grow and become the person you are has been one of the greatest joys in my life, and it will continue you to be as you (gulp) get older.
You are loving -- always giving and receiving hugs, kisses, always wanting one more hug and kiss. You always want to hug hello and good bye and your affection for the people you care about is always great.
PJ, you are my pride and joy. You and Maggie are the reason that I have gotten through all the challenges and hardships life has thrown at me these past few years. You make me happy beyond words. Every day I look forward to seeing you and spending time with you. There is nothing you could ever do that would make my love for you ever dwindle or lessen. Each day, I love you more.
So happy birthday to my little guy, my first born. May your year be filled with wonder, joy, love and fun. Thank you for showing me what happiness really is.
I love you.
Always, Mommy
Dear PJ,
Happy birthday! You are four years old today. I can't even believe it. I remember every minute of this day four years ago.
Four years ago today my life changed forever. Four years ago today you made me what I am most proud to call myself today.
A mom.
I remember the first second I saw you and held you in my arms. Tears streamed down my face. You were perfect. You had so much hair, and you looked just like your daddy. You were 16 days early -- no doubt trying to ease your mama's pain from her absolutely horrible swollen feet -- and I felt my heart was going to burst out of my chest with the love I had for you, instantly.
Your dad and I have tried our best to make your first four years filled with love, fun, care, and life. You've been to more states in your first four years than I went in my first 28.
Every day you amaze me. You are extremely smart. You are sweet and loving beyond compare. You are funny and silly and very much love to hear we are proud of you. You are a great big brother -- you have your moments -- but I never doubt the love you have for your sister nor the lengths you would go to protect her.
You are stubborn -- trying to get you to try a new food is a challenge.
You are smart -- you know shapes, letters, colors, numbers, you can play games on the computer better than I can.
You are funny -- you say silly things like "how are we going to fit the pool in the car?" or just be a goofball.
You are amazing -- watching you grow and become the person you are has been one of the greatest joys in my life, and it will continue you to be as you (gulp) get older.
You are loving -- always giving and receiving hugs, kisses, always wanting one more hug and kiss. You always want to hug hello and good bye and your affection for the people you care about is always great.
PJ, you are my pride and joy. You and Maggie are the reason that I have gotten through all the challenges and hardships life has thrown at me these past few years. You make me happy beyond words. Every day I look forward to seeing you and spending time with you. There is nothing you could ever do that would make my love for you ever dwindle or lessen. Each day, I love you more.
So happy birthday to my little guy, my first born. May your year be filled with wonder, joy, love and fun. Thank you for showing me what happiness really is.
I love you.
Always, Mommy
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