Thursday, May 29, 2008

Happy Birthday Buffalo

Today is my birthday. My husband forgot my birthday. Today is my birthday, my husband forgot my birthday, and I am bumming big time. He didn't really forget my birthday, he just forgot to mention it. Birthday's are a big deal to me. In fact, I start the count down at the beginning of the month. My husband teases me and calls it my birth-month, and he is right on by that. As a mom of two little girls I plan so many birthdays, Valentine's days, Earth days, Easter hunt days, Boxing days and all I am asking for is a little loving back! I just hosted a 'Going to Namibia' day party for a writer friend of mine who was heading down their for a trek/article vacay. You name the day...I can throw a bash for it, and believe me I am good. My husband wanted a Dodge-ball party for his 40th, and a dodge-ball party he got (see above pic). We had uniforms, wristbands, headbands, anthems, rules, trophies, fight songs, refreshing flasks of bourbon for half time. I even ref'ed ( 8.5 months pregnant!). I think that my husband feels a lot of pressure to live up to the birthday bar I have set. However, I also think he is just lazy. My birthday does not motivate him to act like good kayak day on the river day does. So here I sit on my birthday night steaming mad...and sad...and a little bit tipsy. I am nursing 1/2 a bottle of wine. Hey, it's my birthday and I am allowed to go a little crazy. Today is my birthday. My 2-year old toddler drew me a picture of a happy birthday buffalo. He looked happy with his big head, and blue polka-dot body. It made me happy. Today is my birthday, I have a birthday buffalo on my fridge, and I am not so sad anymore.
~Moms the Word

Monday, May 19, 2008

Happy Mother's Day Sherry

happy mum's day! i hope to be as great a mum as you!

~Mom's the Word

Friday, May 16, 2008

Robin at My Window

Thud....thud...thud. Every 2 minutes....thud at our kitchen window. It seems that a large robin has lost its bearing, and for the last 48hours has been trying to break down our glass. It is sadly disturbing. My little girls are eating breakfast and....thud....thud... "Why is the wobin flying into our window ?", asks Lily, my independent, cute as a button 2-year old. "Because we are having so much fun he wants to play with us", I quickly grasp at a response. She gives me a look that says she is not convinced with my answer. Our toys aren't that great she implies with an upraised eyebrow. Wet streaks mark the area of impact. My husband says it is bird brain juice. I am not sure what it is, but it decorates our window like beveled glass. I have tried everything I can think of to help the robin see that this is a fruitless task. Decals on the window, closed the shade. I even drew a picture of a cat and taped it to the impact area. My husband says he thought the cat looked like an owl and asked me if our 2-year old drew it. Night brings relief. The robin is either asleep, or unconscious. I feel great empathy for the robin. I too metaphorically bang my head on a window, then get back up and fly into it again. Like a heartbeat, the thuds comfort me. Thud...thud...thud....thud...thud.

~Moms the Word

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Mystery kiss


Maizy on cover of local paper! All right, all right, she is not the child swept up in Bill's arms,but her big brown eyes haunt the picture (that is her in the lower corner), and if you ask me, she is what makes the picture perfect. I have purchased a dozen papers...(OCD mom on the loose). People ask me, " Who is the lady giving her a kiss?"...no idea. Yet, as I look closer at the picture I see genuine affection for Maizy from the mystery lady...Maziy has a way of doing that...making you fall in love with her at first glance...it's the eyes.

~ Moms the word

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Maizy and Bill - A kiss from a President


May 14th, 2008


Today Maizy and Bill met for the first time. Old Bill gave her a twinkle of his eye, and Maizy, like most women in the presence of such scallywag charm, fell for it hook, line, and sinker. What is it with politicians, and chubby babies? What is it with mom's wanting pics of politicians and chubby babies? After I handed my infant into the beckoning throngs chanting, "Bill hold the baby", another mother passed me her little fella waiting his turn for a presidential kiss. As Bill was canoodling with my Maizy, the little fella I was holding gave me a look of pure bewilderment. I whispered, " hang on little guy, the mommies are going a little crazy right now, but all will be back to normal soon", and with that I sent him forward to the king of all baby kissers, where the little guy promptly stuck his finger in the President's nose. Now that was funny! I am secretly envious that I don't have a picture of Maizy picking the President's nose. Upon receiving her son, (post nose pick), the excited mommy had to set her son down as her hands were shaking and it looked like a rally-swoon was on the horizon. I had heard that people were fainting en mass at Obama and Bill rallies, but now I was witnessing one first hand... Now that I am home, having forwarded politician/baby kissing pic to countless friends and family, I keep thinking in the back of my mommy brain..."Now when Maizy runs for president in 50 years she will have this picture to look back on." In all actuality, I am not sure I would want my girls to run for president, but it is nice to have the picture tucked away just in case they do. However, I still wish Maizy, all caught up in the heat of the moment, took her chubby, white baby finger and picked the President's nose...now that is a picture.

~Moms The Word