“…Mommy, can we have another baby?” a good friend of mine told me her son asked her after being at daycare with Miss M. Maddie is all GIRL. It is now that I really can confirm that they are born with their own little personality.
After this conversation I laughed and told my hubby. We thought it was ‘cute’ (insert any other over used baby adoration adjective here).
Well today I picked up the Peach (one of many nicknames for her) and I was told she had been kissed on the cheek. My darling daughter kissed on the cheek by someone other than her father, mother, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins…wow, who?
Now, why would I ask? Why wouldn’t I imperatively know since I just had a conversation with my good friend about her son yesterday? Nope, no clue.
Evan and Maddie were walking around hand in hand quite a bit, and he kissed her on the cheek. Apparently, my little girl loved it. Wonder if they will date long…? Should I be buying her a diary to keep her thoughts in? I can hear the phone ringing now…”Um, Hi there, is um, Maddie home?”
Times like these I feel like Gossip Girl. Is there just too much information out there? I will have to let her know about her first kiss from a boy – when she is old enough. For now, I will keep it a secret and only tell, well…everyone I know since it is so darn cute!
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
When an acting job is just not good enough…
Oh to hear my daughter ask us for a hug with arms wide open is such a treat. She has just started doing this over the past week. Last night however was something new on our radar being first time parents.
After supper, Maddie had such a burst of energy that she felt the need to run around the house with her little pink pail in hand. Giggling wildly, she thought she was quite the wonder as her fine wisps of hair blew in her self generated ‘wind’… Then as I followed the cyclone through the house, it happened. She fell and landed flat out, like I had said “drop and give me twenty Maddie”. It was quick and she lay there a bit stunned and let out a little moan as she was not decided upon whether to have a full out cry or not. So as a pushover Mom, instead of letting her decide what type of hurt this was going to be…I leaned down and said “you ok sweetie?” and gave her a hug with a gentle back rub.
Well, she was re-charged instantly and off to a run again….until she got to foot step #8 and it hit. The fabulous, earth shattering idea! I could see the light bulb go off as she stopped. Maddie softly and gingerly lowered herself into lying face down on the floor again. She softly whimpered and turned eyeballs only to glance at Mom to see what the reaction would be…another hug perhaps?
If I wasn’t so petrified of the ever surmounting cost of the psychologist she will be seeing later in life due to the parental units she has, I would have laughed out loud even harder! I said “Maddie is a Faker!” and then called my hubby at work just to inform him of the new modus operendi.
Only one in a long list of the true joys in being a parent. I am hoping the real brain wave hits and the light bulb goes off soon. When she knows we are always there for hugs…and they are given free of charge.
After supper, Maddie had such a burst of energy that she felt the need to run around the house with her little pink pail in hand. Giggling wildly, she thought she was quite the wonder as her fine wisps of hair blew in her self generated ‘wind’… Then as I followed the cyclone through the house, it happened. She fell and landed flat out, like I had said “drop and give me twenty Maddie”. It was quick and she lay there a bit stunned and let out a little moan as she was not decided upon whether to have a full out cry or not. So as a pushover Mom, instead of letting her decide what type of hurt this was going to be…I leaned down and said “you ok sweetie?” and gave her a hug with a gentle back rub.
Well, she was re-charged instantly and off to a run again….until she got to foot step #8 and it hit. The fabulous, earth shattering idea! I could see the light bulb go off as she stopped. Maddie softly and gingerly lowered herself into lying face down on the floor again. She softly whimpered and turned eyeballs only to glance at Mom to see what the reaction would be…another hug perhaps?
If I wasn’t so petrified of the ever surmounting cost of the psychologist she will be seeing later in life due to the parental units she has, I would have laughed out loud even harder! I said “Maddie is a Faker!” and then called my hubby at work just to inform him of the new modus operendi.
Only one in a long list of the true joys in being a parent. I am hoping the real brain wave hits and the light bulb goes off soon. When she knows we are always there for hugs…and they are given free of charge.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
…the Parkdale Market?
What I meant to say and what I did say – two very different things. And somehow my Mom knew what I meant.
What I said “would you like to go to the Markdale Parket with Maddie and I?”
My Mom laughed and said “the Parkdale Market? I would love to go and I should be ready in about 15 minutes.”
That is why we love her. She knows the insanity – been there, done that three times over.
And we had a super time as we walked up and down the sidewalk to see the wonderful fresh vegetables, fruit, and plants. Maddie and I came to get our supply of blueberries and strawberries for the week – she has been dying her shirts blue and pink everyday she loves them so much. We also got some fresh sweet peas which were delicious raw.
It was a fun time, and the sun was great that day…we have had so much rain lately.
So I guess all this to say, when you’re a Mom…it never goes away. You know your kids inside and out. You will always know your kids. And love them just the same.
What I said “would you like to go to the Markdale Parket with Maddie and I?”
My Mom laughed and said “the Parkdale Market? I would love to go and I should be ready in about 15 minutes.”
That is why we love her. She knows the insanity – been there, done that three times over.
And we had a super time as we walked up and down the sidewalk to see the wonderful fresh vegetables, fruit, and plants. Maddie and I came to get our supply of blueberries and strawberries for the week – she has been dying her shirts blue and pink everyday she loves them so much. We also got some fresh sweet peas which were delicious raw.
It was a fun time, and the sun was great that day…we have had so much rain lately.
So I guess all this to say, when you’re a Mom…it never goes away. You know your kids inside and out. You will always know your kids. And love them just the same.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Are terrible two’s only for two year olds?
The thought actually hit my husband first as she was lying on the floor crying. Face down on the floor. Drool pooling on the floor. Arms and legs outstretched.
I had to ask him to repeat what he was asking me as I could not hear over the (17 month old girl) ‘tantrum’.
“Can the terrible two’s start earlier than two?” he said loudly. Sounded like a pretty reasonable question at this moment. Apparently the frustration level of humans from 1 to 3 years old is quite high as their comprehension level is so high compared to their communication skill level. And not too mention all the things she wants and cannot have (even just for safety reasons) and then also everything she wants to do physically but has not yet mastered (apparently things like tight rope walking).
The pool of drool and tears was starting to grow outside the outline of her little frame as she lay there on the floor while the parents stand and meditate on the theory of terrible two’s not being just for two year olds…does this sound like an ad? “Terrible two’s are not just for two year olds, no silly parents, the whole family can join in this behavior!”
Realizing we were not paying enough attention to the ever hug and kiss starved child (extreme sarcasm here), we both tried to give her a hug…ask her if she was ok. Will we never learn?
She then hit us away….yes swatted at the two of us like we were flies buzzing around her head while she was in such ‘pain’.
In a loud voice my husband then said “do you think she is bi-polar?” One of the main reasons why I married this wonderful man. His sense of humour and my sense of humour are intertwined so tightly most people might not laugh at our jokes. Oh the two of us giggled and looked at our spawn on the floor having a meltdown.
Well then I said "hey want to go for a walk outside to see Na-Na?" A nod and a run to Mom and all was good in the world again.
Sometimes I wonder if these little times are meant to slow us down as parents. Recognize you are a family and everyone has their good and bad days (or just crazy moments in the life of a pre two year old).
I had to ask him to repeat what he was asking me as I could not hear over the (17 month old girl) ‘tantrum’.
“Can the terrible two’s start earlier than two?” he said loudly. Sounded like a pretty reasonable question at this moment. Apparently the frustration level of humans from 1 to 3 years old is quite high as their comprehension level is so high compared to their communication skill level. And not too mention all the things she wants and cannot have (even just for safety reasons) and then also everything she wants to do physically but has not yet mastered (apparently things like tight rope walking).
The pool of drool and tears was starting to grow outside the outline of her little frame as she lay there on the floor while the parents stand and meditate on the theory of terrible two’s not being just for two year olds…does this sound like an ad? “Terrible two’s are not just for two year olds, no silly parents, the whole family can join in this behavior!”
Realizing we were not paying enough attention to the ever hug and kiss starved child (extreme sarcasm here), we both tried to give her a hug…ask her if she was ok. Will we never learn?
She then hit us away….yes swatted at the two of us like we were flies buzzing around her head while she was in such ‘pain’.
In a loud voice my husband then said “do you think she is bi-polar?” One of the main reasons why I married this wonderful man. His sense of humour and my sense of humour are intertwined so tightly most people might not laugh at our jokes. Oh the two of us giggled and looked at our spawn on the floor having a meltdown.
Well then I said "hey want to go for a walk outside to see Na-Na?" A nod and a run to Mom and all was good in the world again.
Sometimes I wonder if these little times are meant to slow us down as parents. Recognize you are a family and everyone has their good and bad days (or just crazy moments in the life of a pre two year old).
Monday, July 21, 2008
Do you do the chicken dance at home?
Yes that is right. I say it again “do you do the chicken dance at home?” This is what I was asked when I went to pick up Maddie at Daycare today. As I stood there in disbelief, I could not believe this question, being asked to me. Me, who on several occasions told friends I would leave my own wedding if they made me do the chicken dance (ick).
The chicken dance.
My very shy little daughter is apparently the reason for this question. The teacher said since she is new and shy, she has not danced with them, so they thought she must have learned the dance at home. Today was her day. Maddie was in the play yard and decided it was a good place to practice her new dance moves. Well apparently the chicken dance is at the top of her list of dance moves.
I had to chuckle out loud. Thinking to myself, not my daughter, she must be wrong…the chicken dance of all things…(chuckle again).
Wonderful hubby and I sat with Maddie at the dinner table and I told him the story of the chicken dance, and as my ever faithful friend…he laughed. He knew. He knew we are not chicken dance people. But with the mention of the chicken dance, off she pops from her chair and starts her rendition of…the chicken dance.
And we loved it! Now, we constantly sing the tune so that she breaks out into dance with her little arms out to the side like wings and a smile showing how proud she is of herself.
Isn’t it funny how one little person who happens to weigh less than my shoe collection can change our lives and perspectives on so many things….?
The chicken dance.
My very shy little daughter is apparently the reason for this question. The teacher said since she is new and shy, she has not danced with them, so they thought she must have learned the dance at home. Today was her day. Maddie was in the play yard and decided it was a good place to practice her new dance moves. Well apparently the chicken dance is at the top of her list of dance moves.
I had to chuckle out loud. Thinking to myself, not my daughter, she must be wrong…the chicken dance of all things…(chuckle again).
Wonderful hubby and I sat with Maddie at the dinner table and I told him the story of the chicken dance, and as my ever faithful friend…he laughed. He knew. He knew we are not chicken dance people. But with the mention of the chicken dance, off she pops from her chair and starts her rendition of…the chicken dance.
And we loved it! Now, we constantly sing the tune so that she breaks out into dance with her little arms out to the side like wings and a smile showing how proud she is of herself.
Isn’t it funny how one little person who happens to weigh less than my shoe collection can change our lives and perspectives on so many things….?
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Ladybug Sweater and Hot Sauce
A few years back we had a log home and lived in the country. Very close to Carp, and every Saturday in the Spring, Summer and Fall there is a Farmers Market on Saturdays from 8am to 1pm. We loved it. Well just recently I remembered the market, so we went.
When I was newly pregnant we went and bought Maddie her first sweater. The woman asked me "how old is the child you are buying the sweater for?" I answered by poking my belly and saying “6 months”. She laughed “are you sure you don’t want to wait to see if she is a larger or smaller baby for the sweater to fit right?” And in reminding myself of this story, I know where my daughter gets some of her stubbornness. And with my stubborness of wanting to have a new sweater hanging in her closet for her, we bought the most adorable purple sweater with pink flower buttons’ and pink bunnies. The comments we have received of what an adorable sweater Maddie is wearing are too numerous to mention and I swell with pride at my insistence that we purchase that sweater at that time.
On this visit though, my darling hubby had his pork on a bun, I shared crepes with sliced cinnamon apples on top with Madeline. We walked in the sunny weather an enjoyed the community. Madeline even was swinging her feet from her stroller as we made our way seeing all the inside and outdoor vendors.
We vowed to never forget the virtues of the country again.
When I was newly pregnant we went and bought Maddie her first sweater. The woman asked me "how old is the child you are buying the sweater for?" I answered by poking my belly and saying “6 months”. She laughed “are you sure you don’t want to wait to see if she is a larger or smaller baby for the sweater to fit right?” And in reminding myself of this story, I know where my daughter gets some of her stubbornness. And with my stubborness of wanting to have a new sweater hanging in her closet for her, we bought the most adorable purple sweater with pink flower buttons’ and pink bunnies. The comments we have received of what an adorable sweater Maddie is wearing are too numerous to mention and I swell with pride at my insistence that we purchase that sweater at that time.
On this visit though, my darling hubby had his pork on a bun, I shared crepes with sliced cinnamon apples on top with Madeline. We walked in the sunny weather an enjoyed the community. Madeline even was swinging her feet from her stroller as we made our way seeing all the inside and outdoor vendors.
We vowed to never forget the virtues of the country again.
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