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Incoming: Valentine’s Day!

by mayberry on January 26, 2009

Valentine’s Day always catches me off-guard. I always feel I deserve a longer break after all the giftiness in December. Then along comes February 14 and suddenly I need dozens of teeny tiny cards for the kids’ classmates and oh yeah, maybe I should get cards for the kids from me too, and I guess one for my husband while I’m at it. I was shocked the first time my kids got not just those cards with the see-through envelopes, but little bags of candy and other goodies. I missed the memo on that one (and I still resist).

So. If you want to be more prepared than I usually am, please to visit The Full Mommy’s Valentine Gift Guide. It features goodies galore for kids, spouses, and even a little something for your favorite dog. Thank you to Leighann and Amy for tons of great reviews.

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Good night, sleep tight

by mayberry on December 15, 2008

Someone will probably want to revoke my Mom License for this, but I never used to check on my kids at night before I went to bed. Just getting them to sleep in the first place was far too time-consuming. I dared not risk it by tiptoeing anywhere near. The only time I chanced it was if I suspected they might not, in fact, be in their beds–hence the time I found Opie sound asleep on the floor of his room, completely bare of pajamas or even a diaper.

Lately, though, I can’t resist sneaking a peek. I must have established the habit when Jo was sick this summer. Now I crack open each door just an inch or two, to see those little sleepyheads. I’d never realized Jo talks in her sleep. But nearly every night, she mumbles a little something. The sound of the doorknob turning is just loud enough to rouse her ever so slightly, but she rolls over and is dreaming again before I can even close the door. Opie, inevitably, hasn’t moved an inch since I left him a few hours before, snoring slightly, with the stuffed animal du jour tucked in nearby.

Turning away from his door, I look across the hall at the room that’s now (theoretically) a home office, and will one day be the new baby’s room. Can it really be that one day another child will sleep right there behind that door? I’m still amazed.

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Will you still need me, will you still feed me?

by mayberry on November 17, 2008

Last night I made my son two reckless promises: That he would not die until he is a hundred years old, and that when he did, I’d still be with him.

We were listening to a Classical Kids CD called Mr. Bach Comes to Call, in which the ghost of Johann S. appears to a little girl who is begrudgingly practicing the piano. She is soon won over by the jolly old man and his tales of a busy, happy, music-filled life. At the end of the disc Bach mentions a composition that he was unable to finish, because “everyone has to die sometime.”

We’ve played this CD probably a hundred times, but last night Opie stopped to think about that line. His face grew fearful. His voice quivered as he asked if that meant he would die. “Yes,” I told him, but not for a very very very long time, when he was a very very very old man. “How old?” he pressed, and that’s when I told him a hundred years (the biggest number I thought he could grasp–as it turns out, he didn’t, and I had to count almost all the way from 3 to 100 to show just how far that was).

Still he wasn’t satisfied, and his voice continued to teeter on the brink of tears. “But when I die, you won’t be there.”

“I will,” I said, tears sliding down my own cheeks. “I will always be with you.” Because I will, I thought. In Heaven, in memory, in some little sliver of DNA, one way or another. Unwilling and unable to explain all that, I defaulted to the simple lie. And then I perpetuated it by promising that Daddy would be there too, and Jo, and even our dog.

I know I’ll break a lot of the promises I make my children, intentionally and not. I just wasn’t quite prepared to discuss one of the universe’s greatest unknowns right there in the dark, at 9 p.m. after a full day of solo parenting. (And you better believe I was the one who stayed awake staring at the ceiling when it was my turn to go to bed.)

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8 is not enough

by mayberry on October 28, 2008

It hasn’t been all sweetness and (crazy overexposed) light. But it’s been pretty sweet.

Happy 8th anniversary!

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Jo = Teh Awesome

by mayberry on October 22, 2008

I am grooving on this little girl this week. To wit:

1. Last night she voluntarily, cheerfully, and capably washed a huge sink full of dishes. I may still have to remind her regularly to take her plate to the sink and put her pajamas in the drawer, but did I enjoy having post-dinner clean-up cut in half, at least just that once? I did.

2. For the past few days she has been giving Opie “homework assignments” after school. She dot-to-dots letters and numbers for him to trace and then gives him a letter grade for each page (ranging from A+ to Z-). He loves it.

3. She was one of two kids from her school chosen at random to spend the morning at our local fire station. She was so excited you would have thought she’d won the lottery. She got to slide down the pole, have lunch from McDonald’s (no firehouse chili?!), and be driven back to school in an honest-to-god fire engine. She tried on the gear and reported that the helmet was so heavy she couldn’t walk in it. And one of the firefighters nicknamed her “Crumb” because she was the smallest kid there.

(crummy souvenir photo)

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A mile-high high

by mayberry on October 20, 2008

If you’ve been to Julie’s, you know we’ve been to Julie’s this past weekend. There was much eating (thank you Kyle!), musical beds, walks around the neighborhood, cooing at the baby (OMG the baby. He is edibly cute), an intense game of Taboo in which Nancy‘s name was invoked (how else could I explain “hat trick” without saying the word “hockey”?), and not nearly enough picture-taking–partly because I left my camera at my brother‘s overnight. (Ask Julie about how he returned it on his motorcyle, fully decked out in leather and chains.)

Once again, Jo and Tacy picked up without a moment’s hesitation and didn’t leave each other’s sides, awake or asleep, for the entire length of the visit. Neither did Jo wear any of the clothes we brought for her, preferring instead to raid Tacy’s closet. I don’t know if it’s the fact that they spent so much time together as infants (nearly every day from three months to two years) or the fact that we parents do our best to encourage their continuing relationship, but these girls have a strong bond that’s now weathered four years apart. I hope it never breaks.

Goodbye Denver–we’ll be back as soon as we can.

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Confession time

by mayberry on October 10, 2008

I’m ashamed to admit it, but I think–right now–that I have a favorite child. I love Jo utterly; this summer’s events brought that home like nothing else could have. She’s funny and sweet and affectionate and generally well behaved. I love to spend time with her and am so proud of everything she can do (and wants to do and tries to do).

But Opie, at least lately? It’s like he’s made out of candy and Champagne and ice cream all rolled into one. Even when he’s being a typical 3-year-old pain in the butt I can’t stop thinking about how much I adore him. I don’t know if it’s a mother-son thing, or a youngest child/baby lust thing, or something else entirely. He’s smaller, snugglier, and, well, just kind of cuter than his sophisticatedly 6-year-old sister. He still makes hilarious, nonsensical pronouncements (the other day he reported that he’d had tacos for lunch and they made “all the babies in my tummy really sick.” Duly noted, then, no more tacos, and also, I’ll alert the media). I can still carry him around on my hip and at bedtime, he says “Mommy, dance me a wittle” and rests his head on my shoulder.

Anyway, I defy you not to fall for a guy like this (10 seconds):

Please tell me I am not crazy. Well, except for letting my child out in public wearing the jetfighter print shorts with the striped polo and bright red boots. Or for letting him use the patio table (where we, like, eat and stuff) as his stage. Okay fine.

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I love your blog!

by mayberry on September 30, 2008

The news is all GLOOM! DOOM! World! Ending!

And yes–pretty much true. But let’s put that aside for a moment and talk about the fact that Kimberly loves my blog. So, happy thoughts! Thank you, Kimberly.

And now I get to say which blogs I love. Which seven blogs I love, which as you can imagine is not really possible. Seventy-seven, I could do.

So here are the most recent additions to my reader, because if they’ve earned a spot there then I must love them. (And if you’re not listed, that just means I already loved you.)

Dirt & Noise. A few good rants about Sarah Palin and I was sold.

It’s Lovely! I’ll Take It! Click over there. You will not regret it.

Motherhood in NYC. Marinka? Is very funny.

Nyack Backyard. Vicarious gardening!

Total Mom Haircut. She taught Martha Stewart a thing or two about blogging.

The Wink. I know, everyone already knows about Amanda, apparently except me.

And my 7th spot (since I always have to find a way to cheat on every meme) goes to all the mom bloggers participating in the Donors Choose 2008 Blogger Challenge. Thanks for supporting such a great cause!

Fine print:

You can put the award picture on your blog.
Link to the person who awarded you.
Nominate at least seven other blogs that you love.
Put up links to those blogs.
Leave messages with the blogs you nominated.

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Corndog with cheese

by mayberry on September 20, 2008

What can’t I live without as a mom, ask to Yoplait Kids and Parent Bloggers Network?

I’m going to have to go the totally corny route and say other moms. Other moms have taught me what to carry, what to buy, and what to ignore. They’ve taught me what to wear, what to sweat, and what not to. They’ve lent me baby gear and dropped off meals in times of crisis. They’ve kept me company on long stroller sojourns and on trips to the mall squeezed in after bedtime. They’ve kept me sane at the playground or cooped up inside when there’s two feet of snow on the ground. (I am so much better at spending long hours with my children when I have a peer of my own at my side.)

They’ve reminded me over and over that I’m not alone. And while I loved my Boppy and my Bjorn and even my breast pump, while I’d never want to give up my bike trailer or chai tea lattes or the DVR or god forbid the Internet, I think I could get through just about anything if a fellow mom was there to hold my hand.

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Stock up on snuggles

by mayberry on September 19, 2008

I went to Back-to-School Night at Jo’s school yesterday and completely ignored the principal’s friendly speech as well as just about everything else that went on. Why? Because the sweetest little budgie baby was in her mother’s lap just inches away from me. Who wants to listen to some gray-haired man talking about parking lot policies when there is an adorable, barefooted, cooing infant in the room?

I mean, come on. There is a reason why actors don’t want to work with kids or dogs. This little girl had the entire crowd in the palms of her bitty pattycake hands.

There is so much to love about a new baby: those impossibly tiny toes, that fuzzy head, those adorable oohs and aahs. When my children were tiny, I think I loved their snuggliness the most–the way they burrowed into my neck; the way their heads fit right under my chin; the way their bottoms rested just so in the crook of my arm.

Kristen and Rebecca, wishing you lots of sweet snuggles with your new little girls!