Random stuff
• We came home to no Internet, which is why the blog has been dark for several days. Bah! Obviously, it’s back now.
• Speaking of blogging, check out this Post article about clergy-blogs, featuring one of the RevGals!
• I’m thinking about growing out my hair.
Vacation Wrapup
• We left Maine Saturday morning at 7:30 and got home at 9:30 p.m. Not bad at all. The day even included a nice stopover in rural CT to visit my cousin and her family. C got to play with her cousin L and it broke up the trip very well. Beats the drive-thru!
• It was much easier doing the trip in one day. But taking two days to go up was probably a good decision, since we weren’t leaving as early, we still would’ve had mid-week NYC rush hour to deal with, and we just didn’t know how the girls would do in the car.
• I have some post-trip laundry to do, but not too much. We did laundry throughout the week at the cottage. I am sure it was the first time the girls had worn clothes dried on a clothesline. Fresh!
• Having Internet access is actually not bad on vacation. It’s nice not coming back to hundreds of work e-mails. I was able to read and delete a few of them each day, yet I didn’t have thoughts of work creeping into my vacationing mind much at all.
The divine miss m
• M enjoyed the vacation a lot. She got passed around a lot and had fun paddling in the lake with her tree-trunk legs in her little yellow baby raft. But she is thrilled to be home and is back to her normal, sunny, sleeping self. She is in the midst of a 90-minute nap right now. Thank goodness! I think the 45-minute nap, waking upset phase is over for now.
• I took her to the doctor for her six-month visit this morning. She’s 19 1/2 pounds and 28 inches long. I told R that the nurse wrote “100 percentile” on her chart, and he said, “So she’s the biggest baby in the world?!” She had a fever of unknown origin—100.7 degrees. Everything’s clear—no ear infection or anything else, but it did allow her to dodge her shots for a few more days.
Little she-who-is
• It is SO much fun to see C and M interact with one another. This morning R and I were getting ready and C & M were playing in our room. C would disappear behind the door and then pop out and say, “I’m gonna getcha! I’m gonna getcha! I’m gonna getcha!” and M would chortle with delight.
• Mamala met us at the house on Saturday night and took care of the girls Sunday morning so R and I could sleep in. I slept until 10:30, which I haven’t done in years. She told us about C playing “Daddy’s work” in which she took a pair of headphones, put one side in one ear and talked into the other. She was saying eerily accurate stuff like, “So your computer doesn’t work? OK, I can’t come out right now but I will send someone out to fix that.”
• After being around two teenagers all week, C has now taken to calling me “Mom.” Wow, it grates. Why is that?
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» I have been remiss in posting SBJ’s latest stats: 23 pounds and 27 inches at six months. Yes, I’ve got the big mama biceps.
» Aaaaaand little she-who-is lost another tooth this week!
» SBJ is four months old, 19 pounds 5 ounces, and 26 inches tall. GIGANTOR!
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glad you made it back!
I keep forgetting to tell you this about C but on the last train ride we took from the city to your house, C asked to move to the other side of the train and when I asked her why, she said she wanted to sit on the side where the airport was (and she was right!)…I think this is phenomenally brilliant!
Welcome back, though with you blogging the vacation, it hardly seems like you were gone.
what did she call you before?
i started life calling my parents mommy and daddy. then somewhere (in elementary school, i think) i went to mom and dad. toward the end of their lives i switched to mother and daddy. i’ve noticed that lots of women born below the mason-dixon line call their fathers daddy.
oh, and during your poem-a-day phase i decided to do an every-daily entry on my e-mail distribution of my musings. it took a chunk of time to accomplish that. if you do the page-a-day thing again, i think i’ll just sit on the bench and watch.
Welcome home and can’t wait to hear more about soothing days in Maine. Thanks for the Post link.
Anne, I’m not likely to do that daily thing anytime soon. Very time consuming.
I forgot another cute C moment from the trip: I told you guys that the Billy Jonas CD was the only thing that calmed M in the car, right? Seriously. She would go from 60 to 0 instantly.
Anyway, one afternoon in the cottage C was pretending to be a pirate. I asked her her pirate name and she said, automatically, “Billy Jonas.”
I’m going to e-mail him. I think he will appreciate being both a baby-calmer and a pirate. Arrrrr!!!!!!!
Absolutely share your dislike of the mom/mum designation,- though I don’t mind it as a generic term for the relationship. When children use it, I think it sounds sloppy,- so now I have a hulking great 6foot son who still calls me Mummy. When he really can’t bear it any more (it seems easier for girls) I guess I’ll have to cope…but perhaps he’ll develop an acceptable pet name
Hey, it’s better than her calling you gladys or something.
Seriously, I think she’ll go back to the old designation, once she’s gotten some space from teenagers. Betcha it happens during the next thunderstorm.
I’m glad you’re home and that the break was so good for you. I think we need to go far away to really feel like we’ve had a vacation.
What’s the deal with growing out of hair? Your haircut is so cute!
With my siblings, we all had different names for our mother. I called her “mother,” my sister called her “mama,” my brother called her “mom” and my other brother called her “mommy.”
She always liked that, as it simplified things when we’d call her…she always knew exactly who it was that was calling her, just by our saying “Hi M___!”
I called my mother “Mothee” for some reason. I was the first grandchild and obviously had some sort of hearing problem because I called my grandmother “Bommi” and grandfather “Poppy” These names all stuck for the grandparents for all the grandchildren forever but I gave up Mothee when I went to Kindergarten, I think, but I may have continued until I got embarassed. It changed to Mother which somehow now a days seems so formal or almost like a cuss word - too bad.
Cracking up about Billy Jonas. He was such a find! I’ve used his What Kind of Cat Are You? (fabulous song, btw) cd with my class the past two years, and they just can’t get enough of his music. I would give anything if the PTO would bring him here for a concert!
When I was a child it was Mommy and daddy. Then mom and dad. Now, my dad is daddy again (and he is 80 and I’m 41.) But mom is still Mom. She REALLY wants to be called Mommy but I just can’t do it. Sometimes I call her Mamma.
Yeah, I figure at some point Mommy will go by the wayside, but I’m not too thrilled at the prospect of it happening at 3 1/2. Thankfully she’s back to Mommy again.
rm, i need to share a poem written by our youngest many years ago.
Mommy
Did you know you’ve been my mommy since the day I was born?
Did you know at second grade you became my mom?
Did you know at fourth grade you became my mother?
Did you know that some people only have a mother or a mom?
But I am special,
I have a mother, mom, and mommy all in one.
My mother treats me grown-up
And buys me grown-up things.
My mom makes me do my homework,
Which I think I can do without,
But that’s what loves about!
My mom also buys me all the clothes and fads I need and want.
But I saved the best for last . . .
My MOMMY!
My mommy is the one I can’t do without!
My mommy gives me all the love that i need and want.
If my mother or my mom accidently leaves something behind
My mommy is there it pick it up.
Mommy is what you are all about.
If your soul dies so does my mommy.
So take care of my mommy
PS The moral of this poem is to save the souls of all of the mommys.
Thanks,
DS
this hangs on the wall of my office and is etched into my being.
there is a time for every name for a parent . . .
anne, that is beautiful.
RM it’s worse when they start to call you by your first name. Calling me Mummy works here in Finland (and they refer to me as äiti which is Finnish for mother) but in England I think it would be too ‘upper class’ for teenagers. I only use MUM with my mother as a warning that she’s gone too far (she’s 75) … otherwise I think I don’t call her anything. I refer to her as my mum or my mother.