Monday, April 14, 2008

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle wiggle



How you can tell you are madly in love with your son:

5.) In the middle of a nice (i.e., expensive, fancy, gourmet) restaurant, you start waltzing with him and singing in his ear, oblivious to the fact that you are in a PUBLIC PLACE. When you realize that you are in a PUBLIC PLACE, you throw your head back in laughter and dance even more.

4.) When he wakes up in the morning, you look forward to smelling his sweaty feet and his sweet-sour morning breath. Really. He'll be talking about this in therapy later, but who cares?

3.) You only have eyes for him. When you see other people with their babies, who then come up to you to tell you how cute your son is, you don't respond with a polite "Oh, you have a beautiful baby too!" You feel that would be lying. Because you don't think anyone else could be as cute as Sammy. (This doesn't apply to friends' babies. They are in a totally different category, by the way. All your babies are very very cute and beautiful. Just not as cute as Sam. Sorry.)

2.) In the middle of a cafe or diner, you get up and start dancing down the aisle with your baby. You think that other people think this is a normal part of every day life and that they MUST be enjoying watching Sam dance too. How could they not??)

1.) After dropping him off at daycare, where you have allowed others to bask in his presence, you realize that you are singing at the top of your voice, bopping your head, and dancing. Sam is not with you. You are ALL ALONE and doing this by choice. You are singing along to the Wiggle song and thinking of Sammy. Once you realize this, you press the skip button to play Jumping Judy. It's catchier. Click here if you want to learn the songs: http://www.musictogether.com/

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Hello....I'm back....is there anyone out there?

So, um, hi. It's been a while. Just a few updates: the peapod house was completely turned upside-down, inside-out on June 14, 2008 at about 12:17 am when little baby peapod arrived. After all the hullabaloo, the furious knitting, the bedrest, the labor (oh lordy, the labor....24 hours long, 4 1/2 hours of pushing later...), baby boy Sam is finally here. He's kept us busy (you notice how the feet aren't touching the ground? notice how the camera's out of focus? he's on the move...got places to go...).

The peapod family is on a new adventure and Sam is the leader. So far, there have been lessons in sleep deprivation, anxiety, patience, guilt, pure joy, love, and pain. It's been busy. But I'm glad to be back.

I'm back. Yes, I'm back.

Monday, June 11, 2007