Little Mr. Wyatt came to visit me last night for a couple of hours. What a sweet baby boy he is...all of two months old, now. He was 10 pounds 8 oz when he was born. Little moosie.
Mama Mel wanted to get out and go to a movie with a friend, and I said I'd watch him. How else is a grammy to get her time with her little man? Boy, oh boy. I got nothing else done the entire time he was here.
First it was Feed, Burp, and Repeat till the bottle was gone. Then we played Change the Diaper. And I must be losing my touch because just as I was putting the clean diaper on, he peed on me! Oh, the memories! LOL. So, diaper number two. I rocked him for a few minutes, and he filled his diaper again. Diaper number three, and he hadn't been here more than an hour.
I got him changed and cleaned up, and just sat and rocked with him, and sang him a lovely little song that I used to sing to Mel when she was a baby. And all of a sudden it rushed over me, a sudden nostalgia for the days when the most important things I did were taking care of the little ones, and I realized how much I had enjoyed the simple feeling of confidence I had back then. When you're the mom, one thing is certain: there is no one better. It's a good feeling.
Monday, June 27, 2011
thoughts from daisy at 9:14 PM
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Time just flies when you're having fun. Or when you're in school and working. Wow. The older I get, the less I can juggle multiple balls in the air. The last time I posted, James was still in the AI competition, and MAD magazine cover boy had not yet won. Now it's all old news.
Dancing with the Stars is over, and I can almost remember who was on the show. There was that one actress, and that one football player...I could almost recycle the PbP every season. That's play by play, if you didn't know. PbP. One of my many acronyms I make up daily.
Saw my first 3-D movie, y'all. I was quite amazed when I saw this blue bird floating in front of my eyes in one of the previews. We took X to see the new Cars 2 movie, and it was in 3-D. Papa got the kid-sized glasses accidentally (when I handed them to him) and he couldn't get them to center over his eyes, since his head is so big. Well, I mean in comparison to a kid's head! Not that he has a big head. Aahahaha! You know what I mean. I know you do. So anyway, he went out to the car to wait because he got dizzy right away.
I think the whole 3-D thing got to Xavier, too, because he kept flipping the glasses up and down to see the movie with and without them. By the middle of the movie, he had had enough, and was laying across my lap telling me how tired he was. We left before it was over.
That's okay. I wanted to see Kung Fu Panda 2 anyway, not Cars 2. Although it was kind of funny. But I really love Po. I love when he puts his head up and says, "I love kung fuuuuu-u-u-u-u-u-u!" And Xavier laughs so much when he watches Po with his amazing facial expressions. I love that from-the-belly laugh he has. So now I have something to look forward to. Hopefully it's not in 3-D when I buy it.
And what is this about "recycling" your glasses after the movie? I know they're just going to take those glasses I just paid extra for, and repackage them for someone else again. I took mine with me, just because. Because I'm a rebel like that. We paid a crazy price to see a matinee movie...I'm KEEPING those overpriced glasses!
thoughts from daisy at 11:02 PM