Boom Boom Boom, Mr. Brown is a wonder... ing how those boys are still asleep
It's a little after midnight here and I'm thinking I should stay awake. Why? Because the fury of the Lord raineth down here on Newark, treating us to a fancy lightshow and enough noise to put an aircraft carrier to shame. The windows are rattling, the lights are flickering... and miraculously all three boys are snoozing in their nice warm beds. Even Sir Fat-n-Fuzzy, who I just put back to sleep not 20 minutes ago.
Today was nice. We started out with playgroup, and even though our good buddies weren't there, Isaac played well with some of the other kids and ran his tail off. Everything would have been perfect had his dumb mother refused to let him take his Toy Story figurines in with us. Mayhem amongst the two- and three-year-olds ensued when we left them unattended for a few seconds. "No, that's MY BUZZ!" said everyone in unison. Poor Isaac -- he even tried asking nicely to an awful bigger boy to give him back his Buzz Lightyear. He sobbed at this heartless child, "Please! Please! Please! Please, that's my Buzz!" It was heartbreaking enough to stir the assailant's flap-jaw-ing mother out of her gossipping reverie and over to FINALLY help my poor son. Jeez. Well, that whole episode doesn't sound very nice, but it really only lasted a few minutes, and then we all shared cupcakes in honor of one little guy's birthday.
The really exciting thing was that my Hotsling arrived. It is rad. I can even carry Isaac in it, which I think did his little heart some good. Jacob is getting a lot of unexpected attention lately what with his new solid-food intake, and Isaac turns visibly green each time I have to feed the smallest O'Neal. You could tell he was feeling pretty special to have a new place of supported honor atop Mommy's hip:
Sorry the picture is so blurry -- I'll get Dada to take some better pictures with each boy before he leaves town.
I am a hard-core Bjorn-ophile, so this sling business will take some getting used to. I think it's a little big for me right now, as it fits looser than the manual suggests it should. This is likely fixable with a trip through the washer and dryer, but in the meantime I test-drove it around the neighborhood this evening with Jacob in it this evening wherein he was happy, chewing on his plump toe-nuggets the whole time, and I was happy, yammering away on my cell phone with one hand and slurping down a Coke from Mickey Ds with the other. And no decreased circulation in his upper limbs! Hands-free parenting at its best.
Today was nice. We started out with playgroup, and even though our good buddies weren't there, Isaac played well with some of the other kids and ran his tail off. Everything would have been perfect had his dumb mother refused to let him take his Toy Story figurines in with us. Mayhem amongst the two- and three-year-olds ensued when we left them unattended for a few seconds. "No, that's MY BUZZ!" said everyone in unison. Poor Isaac -- he even tried asking nicely to an awful bigger boy to give him back his Buzz Lightyear. He sobbed at this heartless child, "Please! Please! Please! Please, that's my Buzz!" It was heartbreaking enough to stir the assailant's flap-jaw-ing mother out of her gossipping reverie and over to FINALLY help my poor son. Jeez. Well, that whole episode doesn't sound very nice, but it really only lasted a few minutes, and then we all shared cupcakes in honor of one little guy's birthday.
The really exciting thing was that my Hotsling arrived. It is rad. I can even carry Isaac in it, which I think did his little heart some good. Jacob is getting a lot of unexpected attention lately what with his new solid-food intake, and Isaac turns visibly green each time I have to feed the smallest O'Neal. You could tell he was feeling pretty special to have a new place of supported honor atop Mommy's hip:
Sorry the picture is so blurry -- I'll get Dada to take some better pictures with each boy before he leaves town.
I am a hard-core Bjorn-ophile, so this sling business will take some getting used to. I think it's a little big for me right now, as it fits looser than the manual suggests it should. This is likely fixable with a trip through the washer and dryer, but in the meantime I test-drove it around the neighborhood this evening with Jacob in it this evening wherein he was happy, chewing on his plump toe-nuggets the whole time, and I was happy, yammering away on my cell phone with one hand and slurping down a Coke from Mickey Ds with the other. And no decreased circulation in his upper limbs! Hands-free parenting at its best.
posted by Claire at 12:24 AM
4 Comments:
That story of Isaac having his Buzz pilfered by the big kid made me so sad! I'm glad he was finally rescued. :(
I'm TOTALLY getting a hotsling! Those are way cool! I love that you can even carry Isaac in it! Awesome!
And lastly, this is more a comment on previous posts. I heart your mommy uniform. Mine is very similar... summer = khaki shorts and slim fit tees/polos, winter = jeans and long sleeve tees/polos LOL. Going to have to check out threadless.com now.... drat.
I getting a hot sling only because you look so cool in it.
Let me know how it works with the baby.
HA! I knew you'd like a sling! I told'ja so. Once you get used to a sling I bet you never go back to the bjorn.
When he was little, Caleb's favorite position was "kangaroo" - basicaly sitting crosslegged in front of me facing out. It sounds uncomfortable, but it worked for both of us.
Erin -- I got mine at BabyCenter.com instead of the Hotslings website because I found a coupon for free shipping there (as opposed to $8+ at Hotslings!). However, babycenter.com only has a few sizes and colors, whereas the Hotslings site has everything. Alternatively, you could borrow mine when the borrowing becomes necessary ;) to see if you like it before you buy it.
Amanda -- shucks, ma'am, thanks.
Oddmix -- oh, but I was forced, FORCED into the sling! I tried the kangaroo position on Jake at the library this morning and as long as I was moving he was cool with it. So far so good.
Post a Comment
<< Home