To say that I have been moved as I’ve been reading all of your thoughts on motherhood from my last post is a severe understatement. I am not finished with reading all the comments yet, but I’m pretty close. You guys put some real thought and time into expressing your beautiful thoughts about children, whether you have started a family already or not. I have truly enjoyed hearing from so many new commenters, too! Y’all really shouldn’t stay silent; you have a lot of good stuff to say!!
For some reason, I don’t feel ready to draw the two winning names yet…at least until I read the rest of the comments. (You do remember me saying that I always read every last one of the comments I get on my blog, don’t you!?) Keep the mothering thoughts pouring in and at some point very soon I will draw the winners!
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Same baby. Different house.
As you may have read via Twitter yesterday, Stellan and I took a very spontaneous weekend trip to visit my parents. Never have I had the delightful experience of visiting with my parents with only one baby in tow. At least not since I only had one baby.
While I enjoy time with my parents, Prince Charming gets to enjoy one-on-three time with our other MSC. Seeing as I’m usually a kid hog and get to be with our children all day when my husband works in the office, goes out to meet with clients or picks up construction materials, it’s fantastic that he can have some exclusive father bonding time with our oldest three this weekend.
It’s win-win for everyone! He really wanted to gift me with some time away this weekend, because later this winter he is going on a three day ice fishing adventure with some of his friends and I’ll be solo parenting at that point.
But once he gets back, we have no more big cruises or overnight trips planned at all. Sniff, sniff. It will be back to real life.
Wait a second! But I love my real life! So that works out nicely.
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Okay, I’m not germaphobe, and that’s a good thing; that fact alone probably kept me from slapping the hand of the genuinely friendly lady who approached me and Stellan as we entered McDonald’s last night. Just kidding. I’d never slap someone. Ever.
Anyway, we were only about an hour into our drive to my parents’ house, but Stellan was hungry. We stopped for gas and then went into McDonald’s so I could feed and change Stellan. As I we walked in the door, this lady approached us and, upon seeing Stellan wailing in his carseat, reached in and grabbed his pacifier and stuck it in his mouth.
Kind. Thoughtful. Not completely appropriate.
I smiled and moved his carseat to my other hip, thanked her for her sweet words about how beautiful he was, and said, “He’s just really hungry; I’m going to go feed him.”
A few minutes later, as I finished up nursing him while sitting at a booth, the sweet lady came back by. She chatted with me for a few minutes before again testing my personal boundaries and germ sensitivities by fondling Stellan’s fingers and stroking his cheek.
I resisted the very strong urge to politely tell the lady to “please stop touching my baby,” and instead declared it time for a diaper change and swiftly took him to the bathroom to scrub him down.
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This is what Prince Charming joking refers to as my woodland creature food. It’s what I have for breakfast nearly every morning.
Good thing my parents have raw oatmeal, frozen blueberries, Kashi GoLean cereal and milk at their house, too. Yum!
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Oh, and have I mentioned that just yesterday, Stellan learned to roll over from his back to his tummy, and Small Fry learned to open the interior doors in our home!?
Life is about to get (even more) interesting.
