March 15, 2010 | Parenting, Son of a..., The Blue One
Ian said “Mama, will you please come cuddle with me?”
And then he threw up all over the couch.
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December 5, 2009 | I Have Issues, Music, Parenting, Proof of My Immaturity, Signs of the Apocalypse, Son of a..., Speak Up Sonny. I can't hear you., The Pink One
Yesterday I told Twitter that Claudia loved grindcore.
I wasn’t just making it up either. We were making her a Pandora playlist. She wanted to thumbs up Children of Bodom and Amon Amarth.
When I told Gabe this story he said that those bands weren’t grindcore, maybe death core or black metal, but not grindcore.
At this point in the story I need to back up a few weeks. Gabe and I were having an argument about which one of us was more metal.
In our defense we had just been to three wine tastings, so it wasn’t like we just talk about this all of the time. Well, okay, maybe we do, but in this particular case we had been in Napa all day drinking wine.
We called the children and had a family vote. The vote was ‘Who in this family is the most metal?”
Gabe voted for Gabe.
Ian voted for Ian.
I voted for myself.
Claudia voted for Ian, Claudia and Daddy.
This vote would make Gabe and Ian tied for the most metal and me and the girl who has both Barbies and Polly Pockets on her Christmas list tied for least metal.
I skipped my Sophomore homecoming dance to go to a Sepultura show. I sang on an Iced Earth album. I’ve been to Morbid Angel’s house. I grew up in Tampa! How could I possibly be the least metal person in any family?
But as I found myself reading the wiki for grindcore I kind of wanted to cry because a truly metal person wouldn’t need to google a wiki (which would be a fantastic name for a disco band) to distinguish between grindcore and deathcore. Would they?
And there is nothing metal about crying.
November 24, 2009 | I Have Issues, Son of a..., The Cats
Really? Out of anywhere in the entire house you choose to sit here?
Hi, my name is Sarah and I photoshop stains out of pictures of my carpet. I never thought this is how I would spend my time as an adult.
July 27, 2009 | BlogHer, I Have Issues, I'm an Idiot, Son of a...
Son of a…
Good Job Proofreaderson
Maybe some day these will be a collectors item. I sure hope so. I have 250 of them.
*sigh*
January 30, 2009 | Doctor Doctor, Parenting, Son of a..., The Blue One, Twin Stuff
A lot of you are pregnant with your first child or are trying to get pregnant with your first child. If you fall into one of these categories you may want to hold off reading this particular post until your children are teenagers. I’m sure when we all all worried about teen pregnancy and drug use this will sound charming.
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Ian threw up in my bed last night.
Thrice.
Eventually we were on our last set of clean sheets (I won’t even go into what happened in his bed) and he and I came out to the living room and slept on the floor.
I gave up got creative and gave him a bowl to throw up in when it became evident that he wasn’t ever going to make it to the bathroom in time.
To make a long and messy story short, I got about three nonconsecutive hours of sleep last night and odds are pretty good that this whole house smells like puke.
Here comes the strange part. It makes me a little bit nostalgic. Ian had reflux when he was a baby. I forgot that for eight months is was standard procedure to wash my sheets every single day because there was a 99.9% chance that he would ralph in my bed.
As I was throwing a load of soiled bedding into my washing machine in a sleep deprived haze I think I actually smiled.
Last night sucked but it was way easier than having infant twins. Sorry Nora. You will never hear me saying that I want to revisit that time in my life. Having a baby with colic and another baby with reflux was maddening, yet somehow we lived through it and now we have these amazing little people that only vomit when they are sick and only scream all night if I really piss them off. Plus, even though it was a huge pain in the ass, twin babies are very cute and at some point (I don’t remember exactly when it was, but I assure you it was after six weeks and before one year) they were even kind of fun, and at some much later point they started sleeping through the night.
So yeah, being puked on sucks but he also still cuddles up with me when he doesn’t feel well and that won’t last forever either and so for now I am willing to take the trade-off.
