Lindy commented on my post for today, something bout "dropping food on the baby is a waste," which I thought was hilarious.
Just wanted to clarify that the aforementioned "food" dropped on Bobby (because I'm holding him while I eat) is limited to, say, a grain or two of rice. Maybe some toast crumbs. And these mainly end up on his blanket.
It isn't like I'm dropping whole pork chops or a rack of BBQ ribs on the little guy...
Thursday, April 9, 2009
April 9: The People Who "Get" It
Last night, I took Bobby with me to a church service. This was his second trip there, but some people still hadn't seen him yet. Following the service, we had a Lenten potluck dinner. By now, I've re-familiarized myself with eating with one hand while holding a baby. I admit,... I can be fairly good at it, and I've only dropped food on the baby a couple of times. So, sitting down at the table with food and baby in tow is no big deal for me.
Within a minute or so, Mrs. Choker (one of my favorite grandmotherly ladies) came over and asked if she could hold the baby so I could eat. I certainly didn't want to take her away from enjoying her own meal, but she smiled and insisted, "Let me hold the baby."
OK. I get it.
Ordinarily, a new mother might have hesitated. I, on the other hand, knew no danger would befall my little bundle. And it was clear Mrs. Choker was looking for a "baby fix."
After a minute of so, I looked over, and there she was, eating her own dinner with one hand while holding a sleeping Bobby in her other arm. A bit later, I saw her up and around, chatting with a few people. I thought she may need to attend to some things, so I approached and offered to take Bobby back. It was clear he was no problem, and she enjoyed holding him. I was also told how another woman asked, "Oh, is she letting everyone hold the baby?" Mrs. Choker smiled sweetly and plainly answered, "No. But I can show him to you." At this, she leaned forward ever so slightly to let the person peek at Bobby's face, framed between his beanie cap and the blanket.
OK. She gets it.
She knew darn well I wasn't keen on a game of "Pass the Baby," and like a sentry on watch, she wasn't about to let that happen.
This is why Mrs. Choker is one of my favorites. :)
Within a minute or so, Mrs. Choker (one of my favorite grandmotherly ladies) came over and asked if she could hold the baby so I could eat. I certainly didn't want to take her away from enjoying her own meal, but she smiled and insisted, "Let me hold the baby."
OK. I get it.
Ordinarily, a new mother might have hesitated. I, on the other hand, knew no danger would befall my little bundle. And it was clear Mrs. Choker was looking for a "baby fix."
After a minute of so, I looked over, and there she was, eating her own dinner with one hand while holding a sleeping Bobby in her other arm. A bit later, I saw her up and around, chatting with a few people. I thought she may need to attend to some things, so I approached and offered to take Bobby back. It was clear he was no problem, and she enjoyed holding him. I was also told how another woman asked, "Oh, is she letting everyone hold the baby?" Mrs. Choker smiled sweetly and plainly answered, "No. But I can show him to you." At this, she leaned forward ever so slightly to let the person peek at Bobby's face, framed between his beanie cap and the blanket.
OK. She gets it.
She knew darn well I wasn't keen on a game of "Pass the Baby," and like a sentry on watch, she wasn't about to let that happen.
This is why Mrs. Choker is one of my favorites. :)
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
April 8: The Million Dollar Question
This morning, Charlie asked, "Mom, what's the best part about having us as sons?"
Talk about a loaded question.
I told him that among other things, what I liked most is that I love having them around (even if they're fighting) and I can always count on one or any combination of them to make me smile when I need it.
Need I say more?
Talk about a loaded question.
I told him that among other things, what I liked most is that I love having them around (even if they're fighting) and I can always count on one or any combination of them to make me smile when I need it.
Need I say more?
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
April 7
Hard to believe it's really spring when I see this out the back door this morning.
It looks like November.
Monday, April 6, 2009
April 6
April [SNOW] Showers...
It is currently 37 degrees. And snowing. And it's April 6.
Tonight's forecast calls for snow and 25 degrees. Did I mention it's April 6?
I would have posted a photo of the ground this morning, but I just couldn't bring myself to stand outside and photograph the ground with big, fat, wet snowflakes falling around me. Picture this: a muddy yard (from an entire day of rain yesterday), topped with snow. It's like a brownie sprinkled with powdered sugar -- only snow-covered mud doesn't give you the happy feeling a brownie sprinkled with powdered sugar does.
As we left the house this morning, Charlie made a disgruntled comment about it snowing in April. I one-upped him by telling him I remember it once snowed in May. He didn't seem all that impressed by this new information, but he looked a bit less bothered.
Of course, I reminded the boys, the weather forecast for Wednesday and Thursday is calling for sun and high-50s, which is much more seasonable.
Welcome to springtime in Indiana!
It is currently 37 degrees. And snowing. And it's April 6.
Tonight's forecast calls for snow and 25 degrees. Did I mention it's April 6?
I would have posted a photo of the ground this morning, but I just couldn't bring myself to stand outside and photograph the ground with big, fat, wet snowflakes falling around me. Picture this: a muddy yard (from an entire day of rain yesterday), topped with snow. It's like a brownie sprinkled with powdered sugar -- only snow-covered mud doesn't give you the happy feeling a brownie sprinkled with powdered sugar does.
As we left the house this morning, Charlie made a disgruntled comment about it snowing in April. I one-upped him by telling him I remember it once snowed in May. He didn't seem all that impressed by this new information, but he looked a bit less bothered.
Of course, I reminded the boys, the weather forecast for Wednesday and Thursday is calling for sun and high-50s, which is much more seasonable.
Welcome to springtime in Indiana!
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