2.21.2008
To smock or not to smock...
that is the question...at least in the heart of South Charlotte. As the mother of two boys, every Sunday, I inwardly laugh, as I see young boys smocked and frocked and looking like they are heading to English Boarding School. Don't get me wrong...my boys dont wear camo or cargo pants to church (at least not under one:) but I have congratulated myself on finding a happy medium, making it clear what gender my children are, and having both my husband and myself content w the boys outfits....
enter Hope. A great friend who has a son Chase, who is Keller's age (2 1/2). Now Hope is the girl who would have Chase wear smocked Pj's if she could:) when we first started hanging out and would have play group together...There was not doubt as to Chase's initials...for if he was not smocked, he was monogrammed....
so as Hope and I become closer, her ways began to rub off on me. Of course, I am way too practical to every buy an outfit that cost more than $20 and assuming I will continue to produce boys, monogramming is out of the question due to hand me downs. However we have had very generous friends give us darling "smocked" outfits and john johns.
Jump to Coleman's baptism. Suddenly my question becomes not "do i smock?" but "which smock should he wear?" So i head to Hope's, who generously loans us all of Chase's 18mos clothes. sunday morning Coleman is dressed just like his other British classmates and.... i LOVE it. He looks so precious....
so in conclusion, i have determined that the more boys we have, the more "girly" they will be dressing on Sunday morning. I have not completely flipped the switch to monday-friday smocking but perhaps coleman may find himself in something monogrammed one of these
days....
2.15.2008
pink eye...for the little guy
last wed coleman arose from his nap, and it looked like he participated in a wrestling match...and lost. his left eye was swollen, he could hardly open it. after contacting a few of my mom friends (who needs the MD) i determined it was likely pink eye. got some ointment, easy fix.
one week later, keller wakes up with gunk all over his eyes. both eyes continue to produce matter(for lack of a better word) in "a becoming shade of green" (quote from our babar book)
for three days. i give him the same ointment, nothing changes. when i try to clean his eyes out, he squeezes them tights and screams "i wanna get outa here!" warms my heart, as you can imagine....so onto the doctor for our weekly winter visit. at this point, poor keller has green ooze from both eyes, red puffy cheeks, and a thick runny nose...poor guy. there is no way i can justify staying on the "well" side....so more eye drops and hopefully clear eyes soon....oh and they both have ear infections....
there is always something going on at this stage in life, and as frustrating or annoying as it can be, i was thinking today how i am thankful that it is just the normal childhood illnesses we are dealing with, nothing more. i deeply admire moms who have really sick kids, apart from the grace of the Lord, i dont know how they do it...
one week later, keller wakes up with gunk all over his eyes. both eyes continue to produce matter(for lack of a better word) in "a becoming shade of green" (quote from our babar book)
for three days. i give him the same ointment, nothing changes. when i try to clean his eyes out, he squeezes them tights and screams "i wanna get outa here!" warms my heart, as you can imagine....so onto the doctor for our weekly winter visit. at this point, poor keller has green ooze from both eyes, red puffy cheeks, and a thick runny nose...poor guy. there is no way i can justify staying on the "well" side....so more eye drops and hopefully clear eyes soon....oh and they both have ear infections....
there is always something going on at this stage in life, and as frustrating or annoying as it can be, i was thinking today how i am thankful that it is just the normal childhood illnesses we are dealing with, nothing more. i deeply admire moms who have really sick kids, apart from the grace of the Lord, i dont know how they do it...
2.13.2008
niagra falls
yes, i have now entered the world of blogging...or should i say "re-entered." Apparantly two years ago, when my friend emily encouraged me to get a blog, i did then completely forgot about it. you can imagine my suprise when i began to create my blog, only to find one i already created... nothing for two years....and now i am back more tech savy than ever:)
i am a bit tired today due to the weariness of cleaning up toys, dishes and about two gallons of vomit. that's right, two gallons. coleman, sitting ever so innocently in his booster seat, not showing too much interest in food, but eating none the less. suddenly it was like niagra falls coming out of his mouth. unbelievable. jeremy undresses him and takes him immediately to the bath. i stare at the kitchen thinking "WWTSJD"....what would the school janitor do?
i got the kitchen faucet hose as far as it would go and literally soaked the kitchen. there was no wall left untouched....let me also remind you that he has had cheese overload today so you can imagine how ripe the smell was....keller was fascinated...initially by the throw up (pow up) the bright orange color it was and me hosing down the kitchen. of course, since there was water up to my ankles, i had to pull my pants up to my thighs, at which point keller begins to perseverate "mommy has legs! mommy has legs, mommy who gave you legs?"
"God" (hold nose dont puke, dont look at what you are doing....i am thinking)
"why, why do God give mommy legs?"
so i can bend down and clean up carrot/cheese throw up...obviously
i am still in post-traumtic-vomit shock....melissa-this would send you back ten years...
i am a bit tired today due to the weariness of cleaning up toys, dishes and about two gallons of vomit. that's right, two gallons. coleman, sitting ever so innocently in his booster seat, not showing too much interest in food, but eating none the less. suddenly it was like niagra falls coming out of his mouth. unbelievable. jeremy undresses him and takes him immediately to the bath. i stare at the kitchen thinking "WWTSJD"....what would the school janitor do?
i got the kitchen faucet hose as far as it would go and literally soaked the kitchen. there was no wall left untouched....let me also remind you that he has had cheese overload today so you can imagine how ripe the smell was....keller was fascinated...initially by the throw up (pow up) the bright orange color it was and me hosing down the kitchen. of course, since there was water up to my ankles, i had to pull my pants up to my thighs, at which point keller begins to perseverate "mommy has legs! mommy has legs, mommy who gave you legs?"
"God" (hold nose dont puke, dont look at what you are doing....i am thinking)
"why, why do God give mommy legs?"
so i can bend down and clean up carrot/cheese throw up...obviously
i am still in post-traumtic-vomit shock....melissa-this would send you back ten years...
5.17.2006
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