Please pardon the triangle-shaped hair.
And the purple sweats. And the green-clown-striped shirt.
Damn, I was sexy.
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Please pardon the triangle-shaped hair.
And the purple sweats. And the green-clown-striped shirt.
Damn, I was sexy.
In an effort to get Dude out in public more (he’s an introverted sort of personality and though he’s getting better, we’re still pretty vigilant in making sure he doesn’t spend anymore time in his room than absolutely necessary), Kevin has been taking him various places on lunch break.
(Dude goes to Kevin’s office every day. He works on his programs up there, helps Kevin out with odd jobs and Kevin even has him doing janitorial work. BONUS).
One day, Kevin took Dude to the driving range. There’s one just down the street from Kevin’s office. He took a video of Dude on his phone hitting some balls.
He had nothing but good things to say about his efforts. Considering the boy has never hit golf balls outside of a putt-putt course, we thought he did pretty well.
We’re working really hard to help build Dude’s confidence. The kid has no confidence. ZERO. NONE. I blame myself. I think I “broke” his spirit by being too strict with him growing up, if you want the truth. Now, we’re trying to repair the damage by exposing him to all sorts of experiences to help him find his “niche.”
Life can’t happen unless we MAKE it happen, right?
Know what I love about this video? Aside from the fact that it’s my firstborn learning to propel himself backward?
The sheer JOY on Dude’s face. I LOVE watching babies’ expressions – it’s like they have so much joy and wonder bottled up inside them they can barely contain it – it just seems to explode out of them.
Also? The whole “da da” thing? ANNOYING. Sorry about that. *sigh*
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(Glee “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”)
Not much has changed these past 19 years.
I’m still a dweeb and he still ignores me.
This video is precious to me because Dude is “interacting” with his great grandparents (my mom is holding him).
My grandmother passed away some months ago so I thought my parents would like to see this.
We were celebrating my grandparents’ 50th wedding anniversary.
Kevin was playing around with the different functions on the video camera in this video.
We had just gotten back from an Easter celebration with Kevin’s family and Dude was completely wiped out.
And yes, I used to (past tense) dress us up for Easter even though we didn’t go to a church service or anything.
Wow. My hair is big.
What can I say, we were young parents, we were easily amused.
Or severely sleep deprived.
I could just nom on those chunky baby legs.
This is another one of those “nothing is happening” videos that I just couldn’t resist posting. I told you I spent HOURS taping my kids just breathing. I loved to watch their facial expressions whenever we played. They were so eager for my attention, open and waiting for new experiences and the innocence in their eyes just took my breath away.
I’m so very grateful that we were able to work it out so that I could stay home with them. I wouldn’t trade these memories for anything.
This was the first time we put Dude into a Johnny Jump Up.
I apologize for the maniacal laughter, I was delirious from fatigue. Also? His expression of like, “what do I DO with this thing??” just cracked me up. HA!
Dude soon picked up on the concept behind the Johnny Jump Up (I have a video of that for later, of course) and I have to say, this Johnny Jump Up SAVED my sanity. Both of my boys loved this thing and spent hours in it.
I’d recommend it for new parents.
P.S. The cord hanging down by his foot is from this.
Because nothing’s cuter than watching someone else’s baby do the cute baby “talk” thing.
The context of this video … we’re in our living room. My parents, grandparents and sister’s family are all there and we’re watching home movies – as in, when I was little.
In other words – YAWN.
So, to keep myself from bashing my brains out and thereby depriving my son of an awesome mommy, I started video taping Dude. My mom is just over my shoulder talking to him as well, only she’s in the way and I think my grandpa (?) tells her to move.
This was taped in July, I think.
And is anyone else wondering if the buckles on the boy’s very cute overalls (you must admit they’re pretty awesome), are pinching his tender skin?
How many MOMS thought that very thing?
Yep, thought so.
Now, how many DADS?
Yep, thought so.
Fundamental difference between moms / dads. THESE are the kinds of things moms think about, guys.
(*Side note: I was at the dentist’s office yesterday and the dental assistant in charge of vacuuming spittle out of my mouth had just dropped her kindergarten-aged son at school. We were talking about the first-day jitters and she said she was thinking about what she was going to pack him for lunch the night before and decided on Lunchables. Only, she wasn’t sure if her son could open a package of Lunchables on his own, so they had a “dry run,” i.e. she had her son open a package.
I had to laugh at that. I did the same thing, only with Sunny D bottles.
My dentist, who’s a man, laughed and said, “I never would have thought of doing that.”
Exactly, dude, exactly. That’s why moms ROCK. )
I told you I had HOURS of video where the babies are doing nothing at all.
Here’s one …
I’m assuming we just bought this walker because I’ve stuck Dude in it and then thought it was so cool, I had to video tape him looking confused – pleased with his new found vertical position, but confused, nonetheless.
I think I kept the camera on him for so long because I was fascinated with his chubby legs and the way he was kicking them as well as the way he would curl his toes. Baby fat is so adorable, isn’t it?
We’ve been pretty fortunate with our air conditioner – it’s only broke down a few times in the 19 + years that we’ve been living in our house. But of course, it always happened at the hottest part of the summer. Judging by the way Kevin slams the doors coming and going and his fast pace, he’s either A. annoyed, B. thinking how to fix the problem or most likely, C. both.
He also got annoyed with me whenever I would sit on my butt and video tape the kids instead of helping him, paying attention to him, or not cleaning house (I’m a terrible housekeeper. At least, I used to be, I’m better now). I TOLD him we’d be glad I taped the kids so much someday and guess what?
It’s going to be a gorgeous weekend here this weekend: sunny and in the 80′s. I feel sort of guilty, considering Hurricane Irene is going to pretty much ruin plans for the East Coast this weekend. Hang in there East Coasters. Let’s pray Irene doesn’t do very much damage.
I know. Mush-ville. But seriously, Kevin is the best father. He has always made time for his boys. He always helps them when they need him. He always interacts with them and always tells them that he loves them.
Anyway. Here’s an example of how hands-on he was with the boys. He would routinely get on the floor with them and distract them so I could get some things done.
One thing about Kevin’s tickles (then and now), they’re HARD. He digs his fingers in so much that it goes beyond the realm of tickling and into pain. He doesn’t mean to, and he eases up whenever you say something, but I think he’s so focused on making you laugh that he tries a little too hard. ha!
WARNING – WARNING!
Home video ahead!
Proceed at your own risk.
BYOP (Bring your own pillow)
I’ll supply the drool bibs.
Okay. I’m getting this digitizing process down and it’s going a lot faster than I anticipated. So far, so good. *knock on wood* I’m currently on tape four and I’m BORED OUT OF MY MIND. Seriously. I could never make it as a videographer because I literally have HOURS of film of people eating.
What the …??
I didn’t eat back then to stay skinny, so I think I was wishful thinking – fantasy calories are just as good as the real thing? Right?
Now? *pfft* Pass the buffet, friend.
Anyway … there may not be as many snippets as I had hoped because truly, I can barely stomach watching all of this footage; I would never dream of putting you all through that torment. I mean, I like to consider myself a brutal-sort of blogger, but even I have limits.
This first video is our first anniversary. We gifted ourselves our first video camera and we took a video of us taking a bite of the first tier of our wedding cake saved from our wedding. You can watch the results.
Pardon the mushy kissing part but we were young and in love. (Sorry Kevin, not WERE, but ARE – ARE darling). Actually, we still do that, but now it’s even more gross because we’re old and wrinkled. We only do it in public to embarrass our teenage sons. SCORE.
Also? This was the one and only bite I had of my wedding cake. (Er. Wait a minute, maybe not). I was too nervous and worked up to eat any cake on our wedding day so … I’m really hoping it tasted better on THE day because it was like chewing cardboard that had been soaked in dog urine when we took this video.
Here’s a picture of us with our entire wedding cake, if you’re interested. We’re munching on that top tier you see.
Did you notice anything weird about the Happy Anniversary sign that Kevin printed out on our state-of-the-art ZENITH computer and Epson dot-matrix printer? (You did indeed read that correctly. We’re old enough to have been around when computers were first becoming available to private citizens. And you only THOUGHT I was old, right?) For you sharp-eyed readers out there, a gold star if you noticed that “Anniversary” is missing an “R”. It say, “Happy AnniverSAY.” Hence the reason we say “Happy AnniverSAY” to each other every anniversary. Inside joke. Well, not so inside now, now that I’ve shared the joke with you all.
I will be honest and tell you that Kevin is quite horrified that I’m posting this for all the Internet to see. But as usual, I sweet talked him into letting me have my way so … don’t ruin it for me by making fun of it or anything or my marriage may not SEE year number 22. HA!
Some observations while watching these old movies:
I had BIG hair. No now, we can be honest. There is some footage where it’s literally standing on end. Why didn’t anyone tell me how stupid I looked?!? I mean, good grief. In fact, the next video I’m posting is me, in my hot rollers just to PROVE to you that I suffered all in the name of having awesome early 90′s hair.
Also? What is up with my high, squeaky, hillbilly voice? I had no idea I sounded like that and when I turned to Kevin, just now, my face a mask of petrified horror, and aAdd a Comment
I used to spend two hours, every day, hot rolling my hair. That, of course, was back in the days BEFORE children because we all know that spending two hours on your hair AFTER children is simply not going to happen.
I totally bought into the big hair style. It was fun to roll it, fluff it out and then use a whole can of hair spray (okay, not whole, but half) on my hair to make it stay. It was doubly frustrating for me because my hair would look AWESOME for about thirty minutes, and then it would start to droop, fall and soon I would just look like I crawled out of bed and was too lazy to comb my hair.
But I’ve reformed. I’ve evolved from those big-hair days and now have I virtually no hair.
I’m nothing if not extreme.
Okay fine, I have hair, but it’s the shortest it’s been … ever. Some days I LOVE it. Some days I HATE it. But I’m learning to live with it, I think. It’s certainly a lot easier to take care of and it literally takes me two minutes to blow dry it in the morning.
Now THAT I can live with.
I just bought some hair wax the other day, but I haven’t played around with it yet. I’m not real sure what to do with it. I mean, I KNOW it goes into my hair, duh, but … then what? Do I scrunch it? Do I toss it? Do I spike it? I suppose I can do whatever I want with it, that’s what this wax product claims anyway.
I bought the cheap stuff. A lot of the wax were $15.00 and over. *blink* I was about to toss the whole wax idea when I stumbled across a can for $5 bucks. Knowing that you often get what you pay for, my expectations are suitably low at this point. We’ll see how it performs. But I would sort of like to make my hair look like Annette Bening’s, only with bangs, if possible.
I went and got my hair colored a few days ago. I wanted to wash the remaining red out of my hair. Red is okay, but I really want to go back to my natural color, which is more of a chocolate brown. (Okay, so it’s more of a mousy brown, but saying it’s a chocolate brown sounds way more sexy). When the gal rinsed me out and we sat in front of her mirror, I could tell, right away, I was going to HATE it. I could tell, even when wet, it was that clown-orange color – AGAIN. AARGH! My stylist could see I was not thrilled and suggested we put in an ash blonde color to tone it down. At that point? I was willing to try anything because I really don’t want carrot-colored hair.
It doesn’t go with my eyes, you see.
So, my poor stylist spent another 30 minutes on me putting in an ash color. But when she rinsed it out, I’m happy to say it did indeed take the remaining red out and it’s now that sexy chocolate brown.
I should rename this blog “The Hair Saga.”
Anyway, as I mentioned before, I’ve been busy digitizing our old home movies and capturing snippets to share with you all. Kevin and I were visiting my folks in this snippet and we were getting ready to do some sight seeing in Kansas City. Everyone was ready to go, but everyone was waiting for me to finish my damn hair. I’m not exaggerating when I said it took me two hours to get ready. After shower and makeup, I would hot roll my hair, and then have to sit around for about 30 minutes to wait for it to cool down. Then I would take out the curlers, fluff it, pick it, make it as big as I possibly could because I knew it would lose a lot of it’s body before the end of the day and then spray the ever-loving heck out of it.
Even though Kevin loved the big hair, I think he prefers not having to wait around all day for me to make that happen.0 Comments on Hot Rollers Used to Be How I Rolled as of 1/1/1900
This is one of those stories that Kevin and I joke about all the time. He’s convinced he DIDN’T surprise me that Christmas and I’m here to tell you, HE DID.
I had been collecting Precious Moments for quite a few years prior to this Christmas and I never had any place to display them. They stayed mostly in their boxes. So Kevin thought he would be clever and buy me a curio case to put them in.
I know! I married a very smart man.
Only, how do you give your wife something that big? You can’t exactly wrap it and put in next to the tree. She would likely drive you crazy trying to guess what it was until Christmas Day. And can you really hide something that big? I mean, wouldn’t she likely SEE it and wonder, “what the HECK is that huge box doing there??”
Actually. Yes. That’s exactly what Kevin did. He bought it, and stored it in our extra bedroom. And the pathetic thing is? I never saw it!! Honest to God. I’m not just saying that because I know he’ll likely read this – I honestly never knew the thing was in our bedroom. And I think Kevin said it was in the room for several days.
So when I look surprised in this video? I was genuinely surprised because I had no idea it was even in the room.
(And sorry for the squeaky voice. I can’t believe I sounded like that. Someone needed to slap a “CALM DOWN WOMAN” sticker on my forehead).
Here’s a picture of the case, in “case” (haha) you’re curio (curious – okay, I’ll stop now).
I love this case. It suits me perfectly. It’s not too fancy, but looks classy. It’s functional without being overstated. It’s modern, without being bizarre.
I stored my Precious Moments figurines in it for 20 years. It’s only been recently (like in the past year), that I’ve taken them out, put them back into their boxes and stored them. It’s weird, but I sort of feel like I’ve outgrown my Precious Moments. I’m thinking about selling them at some point (a few of them are probably worth some money), but I haven’t been able to let them go quite yet.
In the meantime, I’m trying to figure out what to put in my curio case, so that’s why it’s a little bare at the moment. Since I don’t do a lot of shopping, I haven’t really seen anything I liked. Though Kevin and I were shopping at Kohl’s the other day and we both saw this cool bicycle that we had to have. It’s currently our favorite piece in the house.
(Though I don’t know, that flowerpot on the bottom shelf ranks right up there. Jazz made that for me in preschool and I just treasure it. The teachers asked Jazz what he liked about having a mommy like me, so his answers are printed on the petals. It’s really too cute).
Even though I loved having someplace to put my Precious Moments figurines, that’s not the biggest reason why I loved the gift. I loved it even more because Kevin paid attention to what I liked, what I needed, and took the time to find that perfect gift.
This gift was thoughtful and wrapped in love.
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And here we go with the baby videos.
I’ve been putting a ton of them on my YouTube channel so I’ll warn you now … I was fascinated with my children. I just couldn’t wrap my brain around the fact that Kevin and I produced these little PEOPLE out of nothing. Well, not nothing, but you know what I mean. And I spent HOURS taping them doing NOTHING.
But don’t worry, I won’t subject you to HOURS of mindless viewing … it’ll only feel that way. HA!
If you don’t know, Dude was eight weeks premature. He was in the NICU for six weeks while we waited for his lungs to fully develop, but his nervous system was still a little premature and as a result of that, he had to wear a heart monitor for the first four months of his life (I have a video of that belt to show you later), so handling him was a little nerve wracking. I mean, it was bad enough handling a newborn to begin with, especially when I hadn’t even held a baby prior to giving birth to my children, so I really didn’t know what I was doing. But I learned to adapt and after a while, I developed routines that worked for me – for US.
I can tell you what I did and worked for me, and if some of the tips help you, then awesome sauce. If not, well, thanks for watching anyway.
We had a hard time keeping Dude awake. We would spend HOURS trying to stimulate him enough to eat – it was a real chore to get him to eat 4 ounces at the beginning and even then, it would take so long to get him to eat that much that by the time he finished, it was nearly time to feed him again.
I also worked hard to make sure both boys stayed awake as long as possible during daylight hours so we could try and get on some sort of sleep schedule at night. And when I went in to feed him in the wee hours, I wouldn’t talk to him or stimulate him in any way (well, I cuddled with him and gave him soft kisses, but I didn’t have a conversation with him). I had read (and I read A LOT of baby books before my kids were born) that that was a good way to help the baby distinguish day from night. It wasn’t terribly hard, I was too brain dead to do much more than feed him anyway, but after I fed him, I would put him back in the crib and step out of the room. If he refused to go back to sleep, I’d go back in, tuck him back in, give him his binky and walk back out again. I usually had to do this several times before he would go back to sleep. It took some patience, but it paid off in the long run. Both my kids learned to sleep through the night fairly quickly.
After the sponge bath, I started giving the boys a bath in their baby bathtub. I put the baby bathtub on their changing table, put a heater in their rooms and made sure the temperature was nice and toasty before we got started. I also tried to keep my hand on their stomach at all times because I had read that it helped “ground” them and they were less likely to get fussy if they had that human contact. I talked to them constantly. I kept my voice soft and I just said nonsense things, just so they could hear my voice. That also helped.
I’m using cotton balls to wash his eyes, nose and ears. I can’t remember if I read that, or if my pediatrician told me that, but I was also to use fresh cotton balls for each eye, nose and ear so I wouldn’t inadvertently spread bacteria from orifice to orifice. I didn’t put any soap in the water at this stage, it was just warm water.
Also, I washed their bodies, dressed them and then washed their hair last. Just having clothes on seemed to calm and relax them enough that washing their hair was never really a big deal.
I didn’t push my boys into the whole bath tub thing for quite a while. I didn’t want to freak them out too soon. I think this gradual introduction helped because neither one of my boys really fussed too much when it came to baths.Add a Comment
I mentioned that I read a lot of baby books when my boys were babies … and I did. Some of those books recommended hanging a black and white mobile up in their crib to help stimulate the babies’ brains.
Thinking this made sense (on some weird level known only to me), I researched mobiles and bought this do-hickie.
Dude loved it. As you can see in the video below. Jazz … I seem to recall Jazz not being that interested in it, but Dude spent hours looking at it.
Which was awesome because it meant:
A. He wasn’t crying.
B. It gave me time to get some stuff done, like shower.
C. He wasn’t whining.
D. It was hopefully stimulating his brain.
E. He wasn’t crying.
I apologize for the sheer … nothingness behind this video. I wanted to show ya’ll how much interest Dude took in this mobile, but it’s also one of the few video snippets I have of Dude being content. The rest of the footage, he’s always fussy, or spitting up, or whining.
Also? I told you. HOURS of my kids doing nothing. I was just content to watch their facial expressions. It’s amazing how you can just SEE them absorbing information, isn’t it?
And I don’t know what is up with the squeaky toy. I think I was curious to see how he would respond to it. I’m surprised the boy didn’t start wailing because, UGH, that sound is annoying, isn’t it? But Dude seemed too preoccupied with the mobile to notice.
Now that I watch this again, I hope that thing didn’t give him nightmares. It’s sort of “Twilight Zone-ish” isn’t it.
In fact, he looks sort of freaked out in the screen capture still, doesn’t he.
Poor baby. Mama’s sorry she tortured you like that.
P.S. The cute binky bobbing as he’s sucking on it makes my heart squeeze.
P.S.S. Also? That binky is nearly as big as his face.
This video is really for my mom – I thought she would get a kick out of it.
My parents lived out of town for several years when the boys were babies. My dad taught electronics at vocational schools in St. Louis and Kansas City, so it was a real treat whenever my folks could come down and visit. I don’t remember taking the boys up to visit them very often – Actually, I don’t remember going very many places outside the home at all when the boys were babies because we all know what a pain it is to take babies very far from home.
Near the end of the video, you will hear me babble about something (seriously – my folks always teased me about talking fast and though I knew they were right, I didn’t realize HOW right they were until I heard myself on these tapes. Sheesh). I’m saying something about how I couldn’t believe I was a mom. The whole experience just felt surreal to me – and I think that was partly due to the fact that Dude came so fast and so early I never really had a moment to “process” it all.
Actually, it’s STILL hard for me to accept the fact that I’m the mother of two boys – and they’re well into their teens.
Dude is nearly two months old in this video. He’s still pretty small – but he grows pretty fast from this point on and it’s not long before he’s in the normal growth percentile.