Monthly Archives: March 2003

I’m not smiling, I have gas.

I have a problem.
I find it hard not to laugh when my kids are getting in trouble or being smart asses.
My husband gets upset when I do this, but I can’t help but laugh at some of the things they say. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think rude behavior is acceptable and I don’t let them get away with it, but there are many times when they say things that are totally out of line but funny as hell and I have to run out of the room, or put something in front of my face so they can’t see me laughing.

Luckily, Tony doesn’t find it as funny, so he can take over when I can’t handle it. I just wish I had the control he does.

Never again.

I went with Ethan’s class to the Los Angeles Zoo. Let me just say this.
I hate the zoo. I mean i hate it!!
It’s boring, it stinks, you have to walk too damn much, it’s boring, it’s hot, it’s boring, it’s dirty, it’s boring.
After an hour Ethan was crying that “his ankle hurt, his legs were tired, the animals ‘weren’t doing anything’, he was hungry, he was thirsty, blah blah blah. I enjoyed spending the day with him and tried to make it as positive of an experience as possible, but I HATED EVERY SECOND OF IT.
Why would anyone go there voluntarily? I love animals and all, but to see a big ass elephant confined to a small cage, or a seal in a tank of water as big as my bathtub just seems cruel… and then there’s all that WALKING just to see ONE gorilla sleeping for 5 minutes. I don’t get it. I will never go back, ever.

poop

I just walked down the hall and saw a little white butt, pants around the ankles standing at the toy room door. I asked in horror, “Ethan Michael, what are you doing? Why are your pants down?” He got embarrassed and hopped down the hall, to the bathroom while saying “I was taking a dump and I heard my favorite commercial and I wanted to see it really quick.”
After I was done laughing I had to tell him I didn’t ever want him to get off the pot “mid dump” ever again. You stay til you’re finished and ass is wiped, mister!
I love my kids.

Saying goodbye can’t be easy.

I can’t even imagine what it would feel like to have to kiss my son goodbye and watch him leave to go fight a war. That man, who was once your little baby. The little baby you struggled for hours and hours to give birth to, but forgot the pain as soon as you saw his beautiful face, sweet little finger and toes, and felt his smooth, new skin. The baby you would wake up with every three hours every night and hold to your breast to give him the nourishment he needed to live and to stare at him in amazement while he slept. The baby that provided you years of joy, laughter, tears and wonderful memories as you watched him grow.
I can’t imagine the fear, every time you hear of a battle, or of a soldier captured or shot and wondering if it was your baby. Not knowing if they’re sick or injured or scared. And not being able to tell them how much you love them at that very moment when they need to hear it most.
I can’t even imagine having to say goodbye not knowing if I’d ever see my baby again.
I can’t even imagine the pride I would feel that my baby grew up to be so loyal to the country that afforded him and his family the opportunities to be whatever they wanted to be, to say whatever they wanted to say, to love whom ever they wanted to love.
My heart goes out to the mothers who had to kiss their babies goodbye and who sit in fear and worry every minute of everyday, yet whom I am sure beams with pride every second of everyday at the brave and selfless child they have raised.

Happy Birthday To My First Baby.

Today is my baby’s 10th birthday. I have a lot to say about it, but I have to go surprise him with his favorite lunch (chicken crispers from Chilis). I already took cupcakes and punch for the class earlier and embarassed him by making his classmates count out while I kissed him 10 times in front of everyone! Now it’s time to surprise him with some good food!

Alright, stay tuned for my sappy, “I can’t believe my baby is 10” post! 😉