We have enough interest that the Peep Show will go on! It will be smaller than previous years, but that is okay. :)
All-O-ver, Ol-i-vore . . . we're learning that Oliver's name has some fun mispronunciations.
Also, ask him what is name is and this is what you'll hear: "My name is Oli . . . Oli . . . Oliv . . . Oli . . . I don't know."
Here I am at SFO. Again. What should have been a 40 minute layover has turned into a 5 hour layover with merely a possibility of getting on the red-eye at 10:30. Flying standby. And if I don't get on the standby flight . . . they tell me my next shot at JFK isn't for 24 hours. Yeah. So let's hope that doesn't happen. And if I don't get on standby, well, there's got to be another way home.
S: Oliver, Is Mom a child of God?
O: Yes!
S: No, Mom is a grown up!
The one night -- ever -- when Micah and I get to bed at 10:00 and could, feasibly, get 9 hours of uninterrupted sleep, Simon wakes up crying inexplicably at midnight and can't go back to sleep, Oliver falls out of bed, and we're all out a couple of hours of sleep. Clearly we need to never try to go to to bed early. It's the only way to get a good night's sleep around here.
A week or so ago one of Micah’s fellow PCC employees asked how I was doing and if I was back at work yet. Micah informed him that I was not going back to work. “So what is she doing?” he asked, somewhat incredulously, “babysitting?” Well, I wouldn’t put it that way, exactly. I prefer to think of myself as a full-time wife, mother, and homemaker. And can I just tell you that I really like my new job?
I like planning and preparing meals. I like surprising Micah with the range of my cooking abilities. I like doing the dishes and keeping the apartment clean. I like having time to do those little things that I never used to have time to do, like write Thank You cards and finish the laundry while it is still light outside (because our washer and dryer are outside). And I really, really like taking care of Simon. True, he doesn’t do much and it doesn’t take much to care for him. I hold him, I feed him, I change his diaper, I give him baths, I sing to him. At first it did kind of feel like maybe I could be babysitting. Babysitting for a long, long time. But then I realized (I’m a quick one, I know) that Simon knows who I am. He calms down when I sing to him because he knows my voice. He stares at my face because he recognizes it. He likes it what I hold him because I’m his mom and he knows it. And that makes a world of difference between a babysitter and being a Mom. I’m pretty sure that as a teenage babysitter I would not have taken being peed on, spit-up on, and cried on quite so well. I don’t think I would have felt so bad for the poor child whose diaper overflowed all up his back. I don’t think I would have spent twenty minutes in the middle of the night sucking mucus out of a baby’s nose with an aspirator so he didn’t sound so wheezy when he breathed. They couldn’t have paid me enough. But now that I’m a Mom, just the fact that my baby knows me makes everything so worth it. So enjoyable. So sweet.
Maybe that is why the chorus of “Your Song” from Moulin Rouge keeps going through my head:
please frame this picture.
perfecto comes to mind.
I just wanted to say “amen” to all you said about how great it is being a mother. It’s my most favorite thing ever.
And I agree with Diana–such a sweet picture, it should be framed.
You’re amazing Elizabeth, and pretty much I love that picture.
I love that picture. It really says it all. I heart you Lizzie! You amaze me . . .
Oh my gosh…. you give me goosebumps!
Lizzie, I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry I didn’t make it over this week, Myra got an ear infection and had a high fever for about three days. I know you were waiting by your door, but that’s the breaks kid.
allz i can say is – WOW!…you really put it into words, liz – that’s EXACTLY how a wonderful mother feels. i love it too!! anyways, we miss u here! it’s a good thing financial aid always has time for the green wallet! hehehe.