Number one sign of impending senility? Plus proof that I, too, despite my best intentions, will one day drive my offspring nuts? I’ve started drooling over their baby photos. I never thought that I, who struggled mightily with the loss of freedom and independence that Momhood wrought, would get all gooey over memories of my kids’ baby years.
Here’s what has happened. After 4 1/2 years of having my boy sleep for all or part of the night in the bed with me, I have cajoled him, with chocolate, to spend the entire night in his own bed. And I’m grieving. He’s such a big boy now. Waaaaaa!
Here he is four years ago, exactly. Yummy, isn’t he? Next I’ll be doddering on about the good old days when I wore spit-up as perfume and my home had the permanent stench of poo. Sigh.
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Adorable. I recognized the little guy at first glance.
Cute.
I have the same reaction when I look at baby photos of my girls…and the oldest one is nearly 5ft tall at age 8.5!! I feel old sometimes and the amazing sense of responsibility threatens to take over. C looks so adorable in the photo. And thank goodness the PNAV does not smell like poo anymore!!
Di
I’ve realized that I’m hitting my time of life when babies would be the biological Thing. Baby pictures make me all gooey inside.
Maybe that’s just the left overs I had last night….
AFG:
And ain’t that the grand thing about blogging? That you find out your own struggles with restriction, frustration, total exhaustion and pervasive odor are not yours alone.
Nor the yearning for a time when the varmints actually fit in the bed with you without kicking your kidneys all night. Ah the days…
My one year old managed to vomit down my back last week. Neck to butt via the previously unrecognized spinal irrigation ditch.
Twice.
I’m still wrestling with the physics required to accomplish such a feat (and refeat), but he managed it. Three children and I finally have an Olympic-class puker.
Glad the pnav has regained its normal odorancy. Don’t visit here; we reek.
Heaven forbid I post without waxing politically rantish, for goodness’ sake.
Today at 4pm is the Senate cloture vote for the Alito nomination. The Democratic fillibuster effort headed by Senators Kerry and Kennedy appears to have locked up 37 of the required 41 votes necessary to keep debate open and establish at least a temporary fillibuster. Long enough, in other words, to float a welcome dark cloud over tomorrow’s State of the Union address, and perhaps long enough to torpedo the nomination entirely.
If you think (as obviously I do) that Alito has no business on any federal bench, much less on the Supreme Court, then run over to firedoglake.blogspot.com and find the lists of Senators to call/fax/email ASAP to see if we can flip them here at the last minute.
Anecdotal reports suggest that most of the Senate phone system has been down for the past four days due to the call volume, and that the commercial eFax service on the web (www.efax.com) crashed over the weekend from the fax volume.
And the wall of noise appears to be working; Senators Reid, Biden, and Feinstein, all of whom earlier had rejected calls for fillibuster, now are supporting it.
Only four more Senators, and we’ve got ourselves a party.
Back to Eau de Ralphe.
-A
You could sell your baby….
I’m not really sure what we’re talking about today…I didn’t really read everything…I read house smelling of poo, spit up perfume and saw a picture of your baby.
Being someone who jumps to conclusions before all the facts are in, because frankly it’s more fun that way, I can only assume that you want to sell your baby…
Now, I don’t agree with this kind of behavior, but as your cousin I’ll be supportive…if you want to sell your baby I won’t stand in your way…
And in the sprit of being supportive I’d say a healthy white baby like that could easily fetch you something in the 6 figures….
In fact if I were you I’d call Tom Cruise’s publist (cause we all know Katie’s not prego with Tom’s baby ) and offer a solution to their problems…you ought to be able to get 500,000 from him and rest easy at night knowing that your kid is now being touted as the reincarnation of L. Ron Hubbard…no need to thank me, this is what family’s for…just glad I could help.
So cute.
Mine are 14 & 12, and I recently found a pic of them sitting on the couch together when they were 5 & 3 or something like that, and the way they’re laughing together is just so sweet. The affection they had for each other was so transparent…now they fight all the time.
I stuck the photo in my dresser drawer and it makes me a little teary every time I have to get a pair of socks.
Cute, I remember always going to get in my parents bed growing up, mostly because I used to have a nightmare that there was a huge yellow and black spider pulsing on my ceiling. It was huge - the entire ceiling was covered by him.
I know I’m doomed because pictures like that just make me want to scream, “ALEX!!!! Let’s get crackin!”
Two should be enough. I have two hands…two children. Me plus Alex equals two. We can’t be outnumbered….
…but look how ADORABLE that baby is!!! Yes, I want another one!
Thanks for the link, A. Damn the Alito! Great Ralphie story. My girl was a professional barfer as a baby.
Quincey, your mind is a sick and wonderful thing.
As is yours, Eddo. Now I understand where some of those stories come from.
Kira, you know you’re gonna have a baby with Alex. Just go for it…I’ll try to laugh with you when you’re back in poo-land.
Welcome, OC!
Didn’t having the boy babe in bed with you for four years put a wrench in amorous relations?
My baby boy, who is 6 now, got in bed with us last night because he had “a sore throat and couldn’t sleep”. While i was contemplating dragging out of bed to get some pain meds for him, i heard a symphony of snoring coming from him and my spouse. I’m glad someone slept well. It certainly wasn’t me.
We’re still trying to kick ours out; she’s eight!