Names I've been called over the years ...
Kimber
Berly
Tooty
Shitbird
Big Bird
Meaner than Spit
Babe
Baby
K.D.
Mom
Mama
Mommy
What I call my family ...
Ben Jammin'
Benny Poo (isn't that just embarrassing for him)
Dad
Pops
Jack Sprat
Jack
#1
Gray Gray (he hates this one so I try not to use it, even tho' I personally like it)
Gray
G
Cinqo
#2
Huddy Poo
Big Time
Hud
#3
What do you call your loved ones? What do they call you?
Monday, May 18, 2009
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Birthday boys
My babies turn another year older in just a few days. G will be 10. And my baby, H, will be 7. It's hard to believe there so grown! I still think of myself as a 20-something mother of 3 young boys. I have to pinch my arm and wake up to remember that I'm now the 30-something mom of 3 young men. The cliche is true; time flies when you're having fun. But sometimes I forget to slow down and have that fun. I get bogged down in the details of everyday life and medicine and asthma and homework and forgotten homework.
I've limited myself to only one doctor's appointment per day. That may sound like not such a big commitment, but for us it's huge. Between asthma, allergies, sinus infections, ear infections, broken bones, medicine updates, orthodontist, dentist, and general appointments we are buried in appointment hell. I am literally starting to have panic attacks when I open the doctor's doors.
My snuggable, lovable G is having his boy-only, no-young uns, sports-inspired party on Sunday. I asked him if he wanted his presents from us on that day or his actual birthday. Which would you choose? He picked the day of his party when he gets all the other presents from his friends. I haven't asked Mr. Independent, read ... stubborn, H, what he wants to do. We still have a week before his party. He's handling not being able to attend G's party really well. Of course, he's been bribed with the promise of going to see a movie. But still. Just another example of how they're just getting older.
Speaking of which, G started baseball this year. And he had his first game today. He hit the ball twice at his one time at bat. The first was a foul; the second a line drive. He made it all the way to 3rd base via stealing before our team was out by innings. J, on the other hand, claimed that "he sucked" at his game today. He struck out twice. And didn't get much field play either. I think he fielded the ball once. The team won (came back from a 5-8 deficit (or was it 4-8?)). But J felt he was useless today. It's hard to reassure him after that kind of load he has put on his own shoulders. Luckily they all got to let off some steam at a birthday party this afternoon.
Now, I'm in one room playing around on the computer, and the boys are playing their electronic game of choice on the XBOX 360. A gentle way to spend a dreary, rainy, windy, thundery Saturday afternoon.
I've limited myself to only one doctor's appointment per day. That may sound like not such a big commitment, but for us it's huge. Between asthma, allergies, sinus infections, ear infections, broken bones, medicine updates, orthodontist, dentist, and general appointments we are buried in appointment hell. I am literally starting to have panic attacks when I open the doctor's doors.
My snuggable, lovable G is having his boy-only, no-young uns, sports-inspired party on Sunday. I asked him if he wanted his presents from us on that day or his actual birthday. Which would you choose? He picked the day of his party when he gets all the other presents from his friends. I haven't asked Mr. Independent, read ... stubborn, H, what he wants to do. We still have a week before his party. He's handling not being able to attend G's party really well. Of course, he's been bribed with the promise of going to see a movie. But still. Just another example of how they're just getting older.
Speaking of which, G started baseball this year. And he had his first game today. He hit the ball twice at his one time at bat. The first was a foul; the second a line drive. He made it all the way to 3rd base via stealing before our team was out by innings. J, on the other hand, claimed that "he sucked" at his game today. He struck out twice. And didn't get much field play either. I think he fielded the ball once. The team won (came back from a 5-8 deficit (or was it 4-8?)). But J felt he was useless today. It's hard to reassure him after that kind of load he has put on his own shoulders. Luckily they all got to let off some steam at a birthday party this afternoon.
Now, I'm in one room playing around on the computer, and the boys are playing their electronic game of choice on the XBOX 360. A gentle way to spend a dreary, rainy, windy, thundery Saturday afternoon.
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