Thursday, May 2, 2013

Drawn In Thursdays #60

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A true story from this week. Opinions on what constitutes an emergency vary.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

First Day Home

I had actually planned to write this post for a few days, and what do you know... one of my favorite bloggers posted something similar today. Well, great minds post alike, right?

There is nothing in the world that can prepare you for that first day home from the hospital with your first child. Nothing. Not all the books you've read. Not all the years of babysitting. Not even having friends and siblings with kids. Nothing.

You need a license to drive a car. You have to sign your life away to buy a house. But there you are, being handed your hat, the proud new recipient of, arguably, Earth's greatest creature- all yours to take home. An 18 year commitment (or longer) and all they do at the hospital is wheel you out to your car with your belongings and this brand new life.

The consequences are stunning. You... YOU are solely responsible for every little thing that this little thing needs. This tiny creature, as fragile as a feather, unable to eat, sleep, sooth, smile, hold it's head up, sit up, stand, walk, crawl or run. It's so tiny it probably doesn't even cry the same as you think when a baby cries (that comes later. Billy's first cry was a staccato "ah! ah! ah!" He didn't get the full on wail until two weeks old.)

And you. You've just been through a major trauma, whether natural or C-section, your body is a mess. You're hurting. Your boobs are leaking. And now, on top of recovering yourself, you have to take care of this tiny life. You- you are solely responsible. It's daunting. It's panic-inspiring.

And practically every human before you has gone through it. Consider it a rite of passage.

I remember having Billy home that first day. I was so tired (don't get me started on the hospital fiasco). I checked him every 5 minutes to make sure he was still breathing. There was no sleeping while he was sleeping. I was scared shitless about his well being. I had no idea what he wanted when he cried. I didn't know what to do with the gross stubby thing left over from the umbilical cord. He was constantly shooting hands and feet out in weird, monkeylike ways.

Yes, yes. There's that whole falling in love at first sight thing. But that becomes overshadowed by being sent home from the hospital without a clue of what to do or what you're in for.

It passes- I swear. Or maybe those months and months of sleep deprivation are playing with my mind. Could be either.

But the end result? I got a Billy.

So, don't panic. It's just initiation into the Parenting Club.

Tuesday, April 30, 2013


Billy would like to say
to his Godparents 
on their new baby boy 

and wish that little boy 
the biggest, happiest 
"welcome to the world!"

April 28, 2013 ~ Spring Fest

Billy got a special treat this weekend. I've known about it for about a month and didn't tell him. Man, what an experience for him. I real fire truck to go see.

I took him to Spring Fest.

What's Spring Fest? I don't know. It was in a rinky-dink little shopping center by our house. There happened to be a grand opening of a new gym at the same time. I don't know if the gym arranged the festival to coincide with their grand opening, or if they took advantage of an already planned event. Anyways, it's the first time they held it. To be honest, if I didn't have a toddler it would be pretty lame. But Billy loved it. Why?

1. Big Birds!

This owl and black vulture stopped by for a visit. How often do you get to be up close and personal with birds like these...for free?

2. Kids' Activities
They had a moon bounce plus lots of kids crafts. All for free. He was scared of the moon bounce at first- mostly because too many kids were in it. Then he realized he could fall flat on his face and not get hurt. Who doesn't love that?

3. Free Music Lesson
Yes, he got to play a REAL guitar and get a "lesson" from a music professional for 10 minutes. All for free. He really wants that guitar. He'll get it too... if he finishes his potty training.

4. Giant Animals
Billy got to meet the Towson Tiger and some random other people dressed up in animal costumes. He was so excited about them. A little odd, but the kids like it.

5. RAVENS!!!
Talk Ravens to me any day and you can be assured I'll show up. Here's Billy getting his very owned signed copy of the Ravens' 2012 team photo (you know...those guys that won the big game?) That's Jah Reid and Bryan Hall of the Ravens sitting at the table.

6. The biggest and best reason of all!
Forget the other stuff. The local fire truck was there. Not only did Billy get to meet real firemen and see the truck, he got to SIT in the truck. How cool is that? He was allowed to sit in there as long as he wanted and play with all of the buttons and steer the wheel. Here he is sitting in the captain's seat, where he got to flip through the maps of the area and the procedure book.

This, THIS! is why we went. Billy loves fire trucks. And some of Baltimore County's finest brought this big shiny truck over to the festival. Nothing could be cooler to a 2 year old boy.