Saturday, November 28, 2009

The Missing Musketeer

Wow, I really miss my first born son. N has spent the night over his "Cranmama's" house for the past two nights. He loves spending the night over there, in fact, he loves spending the night anywhere but at home. Although, truthfully, other than camping trips to one of Daddy's new houses, he does not spend the night away from home anywhere but Cranmama's house.

And while I am glad he has such a special bond with Cranmama, and that he so enjoys new adventures, I cant help but have my feelings hurt. Am I just a boring mother, no fun at all? I know he doesn't want to leave for lack of toys, the amount of toys they boys' have is ridiculous and downright shameful (time for another donation). He has a great room, a comfy bed, plenty of movies to watch when it is too cold to go outside. We play games, do crafts. He is never idle, so is it me? Am I too strict? A stick in the mud?

Well, whatever the reason, I miss my big guy. As fun as it is to hang with G exclusively, three musketeers are more fun than two musketeers. And we both miss him!

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Worry Much?

Ugh, I hate making decisions, especially ones with serious consequences. Vaccinate or not? On the one hand, if I can prevent my child from getting any illness, I would jump at the chance. But on the other hand, if said form of prevention could lead to other, longer and more permanent illnesses, then "no, thank you".

I tried making a list of pro's and con's but basically my pro list was "no death from h1n1" and my con list was "possible autism or death from Guillaume Barre syndrome".

Which brings me to my next issue-do I really look for things to worry about, as B suggests? Is this normal, to automatically worry about worse case scenarios or am I a freak? My Mom is a worrier, I mean a serious worrier the likes of which you have never seen. She of course, thinks that to worry excessively about dying from sepsis, brought on from an ear infection obtained by sticking your head out the door in 50 degree weather, is completely normal and the sign of a good parent. Now I know that is excessive, but where does good healthy worry start and end? I think maybe, if I had a life of "worse case scenarios", then immediately jumping to that conclusion would be expected. But that's not the case. We have been very blessed. I know that, so why do I automatically assume the "worse case" scenario?

Monday, November 16, 2009

Is it too early for Christmas?

Every year it seems that Christmas, and all the hooplah surrounding it, starts a bit earlier. Until I had these two, I did a lot of growning about Christmas decorations the day after Halloween. Now it cant come soon enough. We have slowly been decorating the house. First it was colored icicles in the back yard. Then, taking advantage of our 70 degree weather in November, I put the lights on the trees our front. Now, per N's instructions, we can take two new decorations out of the attic every day. Why are we doing it this way? So I dont have spend a whole day putting up all the decorations, what a job that is. Also, so I am not sick of Christmas decorations before Christmas actually gets here. But mainly it is because every morning my boys wake up and ask excitedly "what are we going to decorate today"?

Christmas decorations, the gift that keeps on giving.