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I thought I would share my day with the internuts.

I think I will backtrack a bit to add that Friday night was spent in a battle of wits.  Vince and I vs. Christmas tree lights.  They nearly kicked our ass.  We ended up tossing the majority of our cumulative collection in the garbage.  And that was the most enjoyable part of the whole experience.  Well, not really, I suppose I really did enjoy making up mean songs about Christmas lights to the tune of several Christmas songs.  But I would enjoy that sort of thing.

Now, moving on to the Saturday festivities…

I awoke to the invite for breakfast and to laundry. This starts out pretty exciting, eh?  Then on to breakfast at IHOP, which was yummy delicious, where my child proceeded to act spastic near the end of our excursion.  She took a power nap of 20 minutes on the way home and then proceeded to be all bouncy, so we decided to pack her lunch and torture ourselves at the mall.  We managed to kill two birds with one stone:  1) we got Kira’s picture taken with Santa for the first time ever and 2) we did her first ever Build-a-Bear because I had a coupon (I lurves me some coupon savings!!).

The mall traffic sucked ASS!  The insane traffic, the crowded stores and just the simple fact that it is a mall is why I try to avoid ever going there.  I know, I know…I am not a girl, well at least not in the sterotypical “liking to shop” sort of way.  Trust me, my husband can and HAS out-shopped me by a long shot.

We lost Vince at a cool pub decor store and went to BAB.  Kira immediately grabbed FOUR unstuffed animals, a polar bear, a kitteh, and 2 different teddy bears and latched onto them like a leech.  We waited for Vince and waited and waited until I realized I didn’t have my cell phone.  So, I pried the unstuffed animals from Kira’s firm grip and went looking for him…no such luck, so we headed back and called his mobile from the BAB store phone.  No answer, gah!

He finally strolls in and we get Kira a polar bear.  She did quite well for such a tiny girl, she even pressed the pedal all by herself to blow the stuffing in.  She kept her death-grip on her polar bear until I fed her in line for Santa.

Ah, the first Santa experience…I walk her up to him and she starts screaming and crying.  Most likely to the horror of most of the other parents waiting in line, I hand her over to this Santa stranger, step back and tell the lady to take the picture tears, smiles or whatever we get…I WANT THIS PICTURE!  So, we got pictures with Santa and the lady did manage to distract her enough to get the “what, are you nuts?!?” glare from my kid.  I love it!  Then they stuck it to us for $20 for 2 5 x 7′s.  That is crazy shit.  I assure you next year we will try another approach, like the Breakfast with Santa event or something.  It couldn’t possibly be worse than the effing mall.

At this point Kira was wiped out, as were we.  We came home and she napped for all of an hour, maybe.  We ate dinner and then I got peed on a little.  And then I knelt in the pee.  Hmm…I think that will be all for today!

Tomorrow we shall have our first family portrait done, dinner with family and then I shall hopefully get a good night sleep before I proceed with intentionally making my child ill by giving her milk to drink.  Doctors are so sadistic…

Oh, I almost forgot to mention that on the way to breakfast I threw Kira’s sippy cup of apple-banana juice into my purse and upon arrival discovered that the lid wasn’t secure and about half the sippy cup emptied into my purse!  This was quite funny until I realized this evening that my MP3 player was in there…YIKES!  I am just hoping that it isn’t f.u.b.a.r.

All in all, it was a crazy day and I had a great time!!!

Dec
3
Dry Run

I was all psyched up to take Kira out in her first snow but alas, there is no snow!

That didn’t stop us from dressing the part.  She liked the hat, obviously, but I couldn’t keep the mittens on her!

snow bunny

Today was Kira’s 1st Birthday party.  It was such a great success.  Family and friends visiting, cupcakes (both allergy-free and regular!), Kira playing outside with other kids and seeing her surrounded by love.  She was also fairly responsive to her gifts, which everyone so generously brought for her.  She didn’t have much interest in opening her gifts, but she sure did enjoy them once they were opened. She grabbed an Elmo and ran, grabbed a baby and hugged her, and danced to a musical puppy.

As much as this is a celebration of Kira’s first year of life, it is also more than that.  It is a celebration of being a family for a year, for Kira’s amazing growth physically and mentally this past year, for all of us surviving each other for a year.  It really has been an amazing year.  Trying and difficult, wonderful and joyful, endearing and educational.  I have grown as much, possibly more, as Kira has this past year but in a different way.

I am a better person.  More aware of others, of myself, more patient and I have an entirely different perspective on love than ever before.

I have Kira, my love, to thank for all that.  I thank her for this most wonderful year and for her most wonderful self.

Happy 1st Birthday Party, Kira Barie!!

Most of the time, if Kira is fussy or crabby, I find it rather easy to get a smile and a laugh from her…

Simply put a diaper on my head.  It cracks her up.

I believe this may be the early stages of toilet humor, lol.

Jul
30
SUPERSTAR!

Here’s my little superstar sporting her Hollywood look:

hollywood kira-sm

May
10
HMD and S

That would be Happy Mother’s Day and Shit, in case you weren’t sure.

Let’s get on with it…first the Mother’s Day and then the Shit…

I have enjoyed my baby girl today, enjoyed being a mom and being a family, as well.  I had a MD breakfast and a MD dinner and a MD stroll in the park.  I even had a MD lawn mow.  Hey, still has to be done and I enjoy being outdoors.

It has been a good day here on the mommy front, even a good weekend…the past 10 days or so, however, have sucked ass in ways that I can’t entirely go into detail about.  Death, serious illness and family drama.

I lost a friend about 10 days ago, which isn’t even the worst part of this traumatic incident.  The circumstances and the pain inflicted on a closer friend due to this incident are way worse than anything I could or ever would post about on this blog.  I have refrained from mentioning it at all out of respect for both the living and the deceased and for that same reason I must stop short of saying anymore.  I only mention it at all because it seems to be the start of a series of 3, unfortunately all very bad things.

I have been ruled by the rule of 3′s, and quite honestly a bit overwhelmed by it, the past 10 days.  If you are not familiar with the rule of 3′s, then you probably haven’t been paying attention to your life.  Bad things happen in 3′s, you can count on it.  It never seems to fail.

So, the second bad thing has to do with my dog.  My beloved Chini, my best friend, my angel.  I took her to the vet for a pre-op consultation for a simple, outpatient eye surgery and found out from blood work that she may have a deadly, incurable disease that will shut down (potentially) her liver, kidneys and heart…whichever gives out first.  There is no cure, only treatment that will not guarantee anything, will make her violently sick for a while and then hopefully give her time.  To make matters worse, the treatment that may, or may not, give me the 15 good years with her that she and I both deserve will cost a small fortune…fortune enough that the vet says people rarely go through with it.  I am currently awaiting additional test results and will have to make some very big decisions at that time, they should be ready tomorrow.

The third and possibly worst has to do with my grandma slipping away out of her right mind.  She may have had a stroke, she may have something else…we don’t know yet.  But she certainly isn’t doing well.  I just found out she doesn’t have Medicaid anymore either, because apparently when my grandpa died and his $30,000 went into her name, they cancelled her coverage retroactive and are billing her for a surgery she had in the amount of $24,000.  That’s fair. NOT!  They got her to sign something, too and I still have to figure out what it was and what to do about it.  I shouldn’t even have to be dealing with this, by all rights, but her children (my mother included) have all decided that money was more important than family (you know, because we are just so filthy rich in my family *coughs bullshit*) and have no interest in even speaking to their mother much less caring for her in her elderly years (and ultimately leaving her care up to two of her grandchildren, which just isn’t right).

Here’s where I come in.  I have to find out what happened with Medicaid, what she signed and try to figure out how to legally make her wishes upon death come to fruition and get her proper medical attention having only Medicare coverage.  I am in up to my ears.  I am just about ready to cry.

I spoke with her today to wish her a Happy Mother’s day and the conversation didn’t go so well, in fact it left me in tears.  Then I had to pull myself together to call my own mother and wish her a HMD, in spite of being really pissed at her for leaving her own mother in the state she is in, not caring about her or for her, not even so much as calling her to wish her a HMD for about 6-7 years now.  It was hard to do it and mean it.  But I did, as best as I could.  I love my mom, but I can’t help but be angry under the circumstances.  The best I can do right now is try to forget how angry I am in between all the b.s.

So, now you know why I haven’t been posting anything for about 9 days or so.

I am still here.  I am still kicking.  I did still enjoy my first official Mother’s Day, although I have been having my own MD celebration for more than a decade…fuzzy kids count, too!