Tuesday, June 22, 2010

It's a ...

... boy. Come November, we will become an extremely gender-balanced family. It was fun learning a little bit about this little guy, and I'm excited to get to know him even better as the years go by.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Vicarious Nurturing

Emily is definitely starting to give off girly vibes. Recently, playing with dolls and stuffed animals are her second favorite hobby (her favorite is walking around in the yard). She doesn't play with them in the standard way, though. She''ll carry them around and pat them a little, but for everything else, she doesn't want to care for the doll - she wants mommy to take care of them. She'll carry the bear over to me, hand me a bottle/clothes/changing pad, and then make the "more" sign and look at me expectantly. When I put bottle up against its mouth, she'll giggle and smile and bring me something else, but she'll aggressively shake her head "no" when I try to hand it back to her. Basically, she thinks that the doll needs a mommy, but she doesn't want to be it. So hopefully she'll think its awesome when I'm taking care of her little sibling (whose gender we should find out on Monday).

Friday, June 11, 2010

Lessons learned from a rough week

This was not an easy week. In the midst of having two canines cut through, Emily caught strep, which led to amoxicillin-induced hives, which led to a resurgence of her head-banging temper tantrums. Her variety of sicknesses has led to constant sleep deprivation for Rob and me, and pregnancy-augmented back pain from the constant lifting for me. The only silver lining is at least the Benadryl the doctor had us give her for the hives gave me two nights of consecutive good sleep before her body adapted to it. I know every parent has had weeks like this, and a hundred times worse, multiplied by each additional child or chronic condition, but it doesn’t make it feel any less discouraging to a rookie parent like me who is still building her proverbial calluses for these kinds of challenges.
Sometimes I get discouraged because I feel the problems aren’t going away any time soon, or that my behavioral victories will only last until the next virus hits our home. I look at the bruises she’s given herself and wonder if I’m going to have to train her to stop banging her head against the baby gate every single time she gets sick. I watch her scream like a banshee while I try to figure out if she’s thirsty or bored or dying of croup, and wonder how long it is going to take until she can do more than cry to tell me what is wrong.
But I have to remind myself that these frustrations won’t last forever, and there is a downside to their going away.
For all my annoyance with my daughter’s head-banging temper tantrums every time I leave the room, I know the day will come that she’ll want her privacy and won’t want me around.
For all my frustration with her dismantling my freshly folded drawers of laundry, creating piles of her own like she saw me do, I know the day will come that she'll stop trying to do what I do, and look to someone else for that example.
For all my inability to understand what she’s trying to communicate with her tears, I know the time will come that she won’t come to me with her problems at all.
For all my backaches with her constant demands to be held, I know the day will come that holding her in my arms won’t be enough to give her the comfort she needs.
So when I feel so frustrated that I want to start banging my head against the wall too, I just try to remember that while I may not miss the 3am wake up calls, I am going to miss being the one she turns to make her world right again.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Make me laugh #1: Heard over the pulpit

I may get motivated enough later on today to get the pictures off my camera. But right now, I'm feeling extremely lazy, and since it is Friday, I want to do something fun. So I've decided to share one of the funniest things I've heard over the podium at church, and invite you to do the same in the comments. If you have good stories to share, I might do something like this every Friday.

I was a sophomore at BYU, and I was attending our stake conference (biannual regional meeting of about a dozen congregations). When you attend a singles congregation in Provo, you go into a meeting like this expecting at least one of the speakers to talk about how you should be dating and getting married, so I wasn't surprised when this adorable little old man hobbled up to the podium and announced he's going to talk about dating. What I didn't expect was the analogy he used to open his remarks. Completely oblivious to the slang connotation of the phrase, he announced, "Dating is like baseball: if you don't go up to bat, you're never going to get on base!" Because I was in the choir, I was up on the stand, so I was really only able to let my eyes bug out. But I really almost lost my grip when I saw the EQ president in our ward with a dead serious look on his face, jotting it down in his notes. Priceless. Anyways, I guess our speaker was right about the fact that unless you're dating, you're not going to get any action, but I really don't think that was what he was trying to encourage us to go home that day and do.

So what is the funniest thing you've heard over the podium (intentional or accidental)?