Posts Tagged ‘magoo’

i love my mother. truly. deeply.

she and i are connected in unspeakable and unimaginable and incredible ways. she is my BEST friend… she is the woman i yearn to become every day. i breathe my mother. i speak my mother. she is the embodiment of all that is good, true, real and honest in not only motherhood but womanhood.

she is not someone you want to cross.

i love my mother. truly. deeply.

she, being 50-whatever (not that it matters) is fantastically gorgeous. should i look as good as she does now when i am her age, i will consider myself unbelievably blessed. the best part about it is that she is humble. she’s one of those who has no idea, the depth of her beauty… which makes her that much more intriguing.

unassuming, unconditionally loving and unafraid… my mother will fight to the death for me and for what is mine, which now includes a family of my own.

(this is not to discount my father, my brother or my in-laws by any means. i am so grateful and blessed to know that jackson will be growing up with both sets of amazing grandparents, each bringing and so willingly offering their bits and pieces of wisdom and love to our son.)

i love my mother. truly. deeply.

sometimes she forgets things… mistakes things… doesn’t remember things. because with the wisdom of parenthood, grandparenthood and so forth comes forgetfulness.

i learned this lesson last night.

thanks to harry potter and half blood prince.

paul and i have been together for 10 years… and married for just over 5. we have come to associate the holidays with the release of either a harry potter movie or lord of the rings, if not both.

once the magoo entered our life, all of this changed.

priorities changed.

everything changed… for the better.

paul and i sat on our couch last night, thinking we had already seen harry potter and the half blood prince when in fact we had not. we bought the movie on-demand and upon seeing just the first few minutes, paused the movie and had the following conversation…

“have you seen this?” i asked paul.

“well i read the book…” he said.

“ok so this is the one where so and so… ya know… right?” i say

“well uh yeah… but hold on lemme double check on the computer.”

while he’s researching on the computer, i find myself going back through my head thinking “shit, this movie came out last summer… we had a 9 month old… we had moved… we were settled… we had no feeding tube coming out of our child’s nose… why the hell didn’t we see this in the theater?”

by the time i exit my own convoluted mind, and paul finishes his harry potter online research, it dawns on the both of us that… not only had we never seen this movie that we thought we had already seen, but…

WE HAVE BECOME OUR PARENTS.

forgetful. laughable. questionable.

beautiful.

we are parents. our priorities have changed. in a good way. in a way that suits us, as funny and silly as it may be. as agonizing and painful as it may be. as fantastic and joyful as it may be.

we are parents… and i am becoming my mother.

so, as i take a break from blogging over the holiday, while we travel and spoil our magoo rotten with the help of both sets of grandparents, i encourage those of you who are parents to take note of the wisdom our own parents have bestowed upon us. for those of you who are parents-to-be… wow! you have so much to look forward to! take notes! and REST! and for those of you who do not have parenthood anywhere near your radar… enjoy your holiday season, and have a round for me!

hell, have two.

***EDITED*** apparently hotdads took it upon themselves to give me an early christmas present, awarding me with a hot mama award. all i can say is thank you. i’ve got good genes… look at the lady above, my own mama.

so mom… this one is for both of us…

in other words… we have snow in the trees…

i found jackson post afternoon nap, climbing like a spider monkey out of his crib. like this…

after calling my husband and my mother, i went to the twittersphere… some said “go to a toddler bed,” others suggested this tent-type thing to place over the crib, and others suggested just going to a regular bed. all opinions and insights were so welcomed because jackson scared THE SHIT out of me… like THE SHIT.

so paul gets home from work and i bombard him with all of this. he asks me if this transition is something that needs to take place “like tonight?” and i respond with “YES!!!” so we remember where the transitional crib/toddler bed rail is that came with his crib. we find the instructions, gather the tools, etc…

in the midst of all of this, many other moms of toddlers have now asked me about this or are in the midst of this dilemma themselves… so i promised photos… here’s what i have so far. both paul and jackson are in the midst of creating crib-gone-toddler-bed as i upload photos and write this post…

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shit.

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advice, ideas, tips for keeping one’s sanity (that may already be lost)… all are welcome!!!

ps- jackson’s crib is from target by DaVinci, incase you’re wondering.

pps- target did not pay me to write the above statement.

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*UPDATE* we survived with the magoo staying in his big boy bed all night long. we kept his nighttime routine the same as it was when he was in his crib, and we didn’t hear a peep out of him until we let the dog loose at 7:15 this morning. that’s when jackson got out of his bed and began scratching at the door.

i have placed duct tape over the lock on his side of the door knob in his room until paul and i figure out what contraption we’ll get to cover the door knob. my worst fear would be the magoo accidentally locking himself in his room… TRAUMA for EVERYONE. yikes, we don’t need that. me thinks a trip to babies r us for kiddie proof gear plus dinner OUT is in order for us this evening.

it’ll be interesting to see how nap time goes today… we have shades drawn and dark curtains pulled shut in his room to make it as dark as possible… but still, it’s nap time not nahnight time. paul left for work today, encouraging me to stay strong and if i hear him just playing in there, to keep him in there til his normal wake up time.

wish me luck!!!

ok, so we don’t just watch this on wednesday. we watch it EVERY SINGLE DAY, MULTIPLE TIMES A DAY… and yes, i now know all of the words. a couple of years ago, i could’ve possibly strummed the chords to this myself, thus enabling me to perform for this for the magoo. now, i find myself rejoicing to know that my guitar is up in storage.

*WARNING* you may want to watch this after consuming a glass of wine (or 3) as your child will want it played repeatedly for the majority of the time they are awake. then you will find yourself going to bed with this in your head.

so apparently turkey day is like this coming thursday. i can’t even say “next thursday” anymore, because as of yesterday, turkey day is now LESS than a week a way.

i’m not ready. it’s ok. we’re having magoo’s auntie amy and uncle steveo over and it’ll be great.

but i don’t cook… well. at all.

meh. we’ll see what happens. the good friends are all my tunnel vision is focused on at the moment.

good friends are needed in so many places right now, like here.

friend, acquaintance, whatever… please keep this family in your thoughts, prayers, mind… they need it all… and they deserve it all. this family is a family of warriors, not just fighters… warriors.

warriors… vampires… i get a hot date with my hot hub tomorrow night to go see hot vampires (yes, i’m talking about New Moon)… and yes, i’m all hot and bothered by it all… but i love it. a date! like a real date… out in public.

most of the time our dates consist of sitting on the couch and watching Top Chef while drinking good beer. and i love that too. but it’ll be nice to wear makeup and go OUT somewhere.

i haven’t worn makeup in over 9 days. like none. not even under-eye concealer.

meh.

i need to spend time this weekend writing and working on the book. it’s both a daunting and awesome task.

my new ink is itching at the moment. need to lube that up with some lotion. peeling is done, which is great, so technically it’s healed… but such new skin needs lube.

hahaha… “lube.” *snort*

i miss my family. i don’t like thinking of not having turkey with them next week. i do not like that at all. i do not, would not like it sam i am. (magoo is reading dr. seuss right now.)

magoo is still obsessed with red’s dog hair and finding it in all corners of the apartment… the apartment that currently has 6 cracks in the master bedroom, bathroom and closet that leak with each drop of rain we get. but this has been going on for 3 weeks now, so we’re used to the whole “move the furniture, place buckets and towels” thing.

back to the dog hair… at least now the magoo will take his treasured dog hair and dust bunnies and place them in the garbage can, like we’ve worked so hard to teach him… sometimes… other times, he runs away with said dog hair and tries to eat it.

gross.

speaking of gross, i gotta go… poop.

happy fighting friggin friday. hug your loves… tight.