You didn't think I'd leave you with only a moment of silence, did you?
Of course not!
Billy and I were hanging out watching tv after dinner. I've been avoiding the news, but given that a week has gone by since the horrific events, I decided to give the world news a try. I always turn it off if it's something I think Billy shouldn't see, but most of the time he doesn't pay attention to it anyway.
Well, he grabbed the remote from me and changed the channel.
"Mommy, no more talking man. I want ice skating."
Yeah, well... that's actually what he said. Poor Brian Williams, passed over for ice skating, which wasn't even on. So, we settled for PBS cartoons.
Yes, my 2 year old son wanted to watch ice skating.
Yes, my 2 year old son DOES know how to change the channel.
So much for the news.
Friday, December 21, 2012
December 21, 2012 ~ A Moment of Silence
Let us all take a moment of silence for the lives lost one week ago.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Drawn In Thursdays: Current Events #1
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December 18, 2012 ~ Poor Charlie Brown
I let Billy stay up to watch A Charlie Brown Christmas.
He wasn't getting it. There's a lot of dialogue and it's over his head, so I was explaining about how Charlie Brown is sad and can't find the Christmas Spirit. "Poor Charlie Brown."
So after that, any time Charlie Brown came on the screen Billy said "poor Charlie Brown."
Then Charlie Brown became the director of the school play. Billy felt this meant that he needed to fetch his camping chair, which actually is not far off from looking like a director's chair, especially a cartoon chair. He sat in his chair in front of the tv to watch about Charlie Brown.
During a commercial break he took an interlude to stand on his stool and sing "Animal Crackers in my Shoe!" just like Shirley Temple, mimicking her hand movements and everything. And yes, I know it's soup, but he thinks it's shoe. He even mimics what she does with her voice and cheeks. It's too cute.
Then it was back to Charlie Brown.
He likes the puppy (Snoopy) and wanted to see more ice skating. And continued to recite, "poor Charlie Brown" until the end.
He wasn't getting it. There's a lot of dialogue and it's over his head, so I was explaining about how Charlie Brown is sad and can't find the Christmas Spirit. "Poor Charlie Brown."
So after that, any time Charlie Brown came on the screen Billy said "poor Charlie Brown."
Then Charlie Brown became the director of the school play. Billy felt this meant that he needed to fetch his camping chair, which actually is not far off from looking like a director's chair, especially a cartoon chair. He sat in his chair in front of the tv to watch about Charlie Brown.
During a commercial break he took an interlude to stand on his stool and sing "Animal Crackers in my Shoe!" just like Shirley Temple, mimicking her hand movements and everything. And yes, I know it's soup, but he thinks it's shoe. He even mimics what she does with her voice and cheeks. It's too cute.
Then it was back to Charlie Brown.
He likes the puppy (Snoopy) and wanted to see more ice skating. And continued to recite, "poor Charlie Brown" until the end.
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
The Buddy Update
If you're a regular reader then you know that Buddy has cancer. Back in October he had emergency surgery to remove the invasive tumor. Because of it's location (on his boy bits) the doctor was unable to completely remove the tumor.
We investigated chemo and radiation, but since they are about the cost of a new car, opted for the only treatment option that didn't cost a new car, but only has a 30% success rate.
The oncologist predicted the tumor will grow back within 3-6 months at most, be more invasive and at that point, basically untreatable.
We are at 2.5 months and Buddy has no sign of growth at the tumor location. His wound has healed completely and he is left with only a white scar to mark where the tumor had been.
At this point we are getting ready to step down his medication as part of his treatment plan prescribed by his doctors. They are thrilled that there is no evidence yet of growth. It is a good sign.
But we're not out of the woods yet.
So keep praying for the Bud.
We investigated chemo and radiation, but since they are about the cost of a new car, opted for the only treatment option that didn't cost a new car, but only has a 30% success rate.
The oncologist predicted the tumor will grow back within 3-6 months at most, be more invasive and at that point, basically untreatable.
We are at 2.5 months and Buddy has no sign of growth at the tumor location. His wound has healed completely and he is left with only a white scar to mark where the tumor had been.
At this point we are getting ready to step down his medication as part of his treatment plan prescribed by his doctors. They are thrilled that there is no evidence yet of growth. It is a good sign.
But we're not out of the woods yet.
So keep praying for the Bud.
December 17, 2012 ~ Hitting the Nog
We went to buy groceries, so while picking up milk for Billy, I picked up some egg nog as a treat for myself.
Now, when I saw egg nog, I mean the pasteurized, non-alcoholic kind from the grocery store. I'm not talking about the high-test variety I made two weeks ago from scratch. Nope, just plain egg nog, no booze.
So, we got home and I asked if he'd like to try it (remember, no booze).
"Yes!" he said emphatically.
So, I poured him a small big boy glass of it. He hated it immediately.
"Mommy, I no like that."
"Okay, more for me!" and I took the cup and took a sip.
Oh, wait. Mommy likes it? Mommy wants it? Then it must be good. I must want it too. I must have it.
So I gave him the cup back. He took another tentative sip. I didn't think he was going to warm to it. It's got a lot of nutmeg in it and is very thick.
That second sip he made a yuck face, but he wanted to hang onto the cup.
By the end of dinner he had consumed most of the small amount I gave him. "Mommy, I like it." He smiled.
Well, I guess it takes some getting used to. But now he likes it. That's fine. Mommy can share. :)
Now, when I saw egg nog, I mean the pasteurized, non-alcoholic kind from the grocery store. I'm not talking about the high-test variety I made two weeks ago from scratch. Nope, just plain egg nog, no booze.
So, we got home and I asked if he'd like to try it (remember, no booze).
"Yes!" he said emphatically.
So, I poured him a small big boy glass of it. He hated it immediately.
"Mommy, I no like that."
"Okay, more for me!" and I took the cup and took a sip.
Oh, wait. Mommy likes it? Mommy wants it? Then it must be good. I must want it too. I must have it.
So I gave him the cup back. He took another tentative sip. I didn't think he was going to warm to it. It's got a lot of nutmeg in it and is very thick.
That second sip he made a yuck face, but he wanted to hang onto the cup.
By the end of dinner he had consumed most of the small amount I gave him. "Mommy, I like it." He smiled.
Well, I guess it takes some getting used to. But now he likes it. That's fine. Mommy can share. :)
Monday, December 17, 2012
December 16, 2012 ~ The Last Vestiges of Babyhood
In the past month Billy has cast off his diapers, put away his crib and grown about an inch. My little baby is too big to fit into the high chair any more. So, it has been put up in the attic, gone from our kitchen. Billy sits in a big boy chair now.
We're still working on potty training, and he's in a toddler bed, but Billy is growing up. "Mommy, I big boy," he tells me.
~
Saturday we went shopping- unsuccessfully.
Then, at dusk we joined Miss A and a fellow Scary Mommy (www.scarymommy.com) at the miracle on 34th Street. I'm not talking about the movie. If you're not from town, then please have a look at the awesomeness of the 34th Street:
the link
We walked around and looked at the lights and all things Christmas and Baltimore.
There are hub cap Christmas trees, Natty Boh can angels, crabs, Ravens, flamingos and a whole lotta 'hun'. If you don't know what I'm talking about there's only one way to find out- you have to see it for yourself.
Sunday was Santa's day.
We started out by heading to see Santa and the train displays. I have no pics of the train displays because someone had to wait in that long line. That would be me. Daddy and Billy went to look at the trains. Then Billy joined me in line while Daddy popped into the toy store.
Standing in line Billy made immediate friends with the little toddler boy behind us in line. They seem to be at the age where every toddler is automatically a friend. The little boy clearly was ill- not with a cold, but seriously ill. He had a drainage tube from his nose. But Billy didn't care and I'm so glad. Kids can be cruel to those that are different, even if the different kids are some of the most amazing people. They played while we waited for our turn to see Santa.
Then, in the middle of nap time, hours after we arrived, it was our turn. Billy clung to me in fear. I had been trying to talk up how nice Santa is, but he was still scared. The photographer was sure he was going to scream...
So, 1, 2, 3... I dropped him on Santa's lap and ran.
No screaming. No crying.
He wasn't sure about this old bearded guy sitting there in his big red chair. First photo- stunned fear. Second photo- not so sure. Third photo- dare I say it? He smiled! It wasn't a big happy, laughing grin, but he did smile. And after I picked him up he wished Santa a "Merry Christmas!"
As we walked away Billy whispered to me, "Mommy, I sat on Santa's lap. I saw Santa. I saw Santa."
Of course, I have the pics and don't have them on me so I will post them later.
Then we ran home and made it just in time to see Santa heading back to the North Pole on his red... fire truck?
Then we headed home for a post naptime nap. And yes, he went to sleep after he was supposed to be waking up. But he took a nice long nap.
Then Billy helped my make my Easy Peasy Holiday Bark. Stay tuned for the recipe and photos. (It's not finished, so you have to wait for the final result!)
Of course Daddy waited until it started raining to hang our lights on our house. In the dark. A week before Christmas. But he did. So, we went outside to watch and to see all of the luminaries lighting the way through the neighborhood, helping Santa find his way back to the North Pole to finish up all of the toys.
"Billy," I asked, "did you ask Santa for your big red race car?"
He thought about it for a moment, "NO!" he started to panic.
"Don't worry, Billy," I said. "When we saw Santa I told him you wanted that big red race car. He knows. Santa won't forget."
He wasn't sure, but I really did tell Santa for him when we were there. So, I think we're covered.
We're still working on potty training, and he's in a toddler bed, but Billy is growing up. "Mommy, I big boy," he tells me.
~
Saturday we went shopping- unsuccessfully.
Then, at dusk we joined Miss A and a fellow Scary Mommy (www.scarymommy.com) at the miracle on 34th Street. I'm not talking about the movie. If you're not from town, then please have a look at the awesomeness of the 34th Street:
the link
We walked around and looked at the lights and all things Christmas and Baltimore.
There are hub cap Christmas trees, Natty Boh can angels, crabs, Ravens, flamingos and a whole lotta 'hun'. If you don't know what I'm talking about there's only one way to find out- you have to see it for yourself.
Sunday was Santa's day.
We started out by heading to see Santa and the train displays. I have no pics of the train displays because someone had to wait in that long line. That would be me. Daddy and Billy went to look at the trains. Then Billy joined me in line while Daddy popped into the toy store.
Standing in line Billy made immediate friends with the little toddler boy behind us in line. They seem to be at the age where every toddler is automatically a friend. The little boy clearly was ill- not with a cold, but seriously ill. He had a drainage tube from his nose. But Billy didn't care and I'm so glad. Kids can be cruel to those that are different, even if the different kids are some of the most amazing people. They played while we waited for our turn to see Santa.
Then, in the middle of nap time, hours after we arrived, it was our turn. Billy clung to me in fear. I had been trying to talk up how nice Santa is, but he was still scared. The photographer was sure he was going to scream...
So, 1, 2, 3... I dropped him on Santa's lap and ran.
No screaming. No crying.
He wasn't sure about this old bearded guy sitting there in his big red chair. First photo- stunned fear. Second photo- not so sure. Third photo- dare I say it? He smiled! It wasn't a big happy, laughing grin, but he did smile. And after I picked him up he wished Santa a "Merry Christmas!"
As we walked away Billy whispered to me, "Mommy, I sat on Santa's lap. I saw Santa. I saw Santa."
Of course, I have the pics and don't have them on me so I will post them later.
Then we ran home and made it just in time to see Santa heading back to the North Pole on his red... fire truck?
Then we headed home for a post naptime nap. And yes, he went to sleep after he was supposed to be waking up. But he took a nice long nap.
Then Billy helped my make my Easy Peasy Holiday Bark. Stay tuned for the recipe and photos. (It's not finished, so you have to wait for the final result!)
Of course Daddy waited until it started raining to hang our lights on our house. In the dark. A week before Christmas. But he did. So, we went outside to watch and to see all of the luminaries lighting the way through the neighborhood, helping Santa find his way back to the North Pole to finish up all of the toys.
"Billy," I asked, "did you ask Santa for your big red race car?"
He thought about it for a moment, "NO!" he started to panic.
"Don't worry, Billy," I said. "When we saw Santa I told him you wanted that big red race car. He knows. Santa won't forget."
He wasn't sure, but I really did tell Santa for him when we were there. So, I think we're covered.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
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