Me: Sure, be right there.
K: “What happened here? It looks like she has a rash on her arm pit???”
Me: “I don’t think it is a rash, I *think* it’s marker, but I don’t know, it might be a rash?”
K: “Maybe we should keep an eye on it?”
Me: “Have you tried washing it?”
Me: “Let’s try washing it.” *with a little scrubbing it comes right off*
(Like father, like daughter — this is almost verbatim like a very similar incident with Kenneth and his dad with ketchup as a kid, except Kenneth told his dad it hurt…. until his dad washed the ‘blood’ off, only to find out it was ketchup..)
Me: “Oh, apples? Do you want an apple?”
Me: *laughing really hard and turning to Kenneth* That’s not nearly as funny as compared to how much it’s causing me to laugh…
Her: “I know! … I know.” ……….
Me: “Oh, I thought you were going to be romantic.”
Him: I can do that too I guess, we have some daffodils I could pick so we could put them on the table.
My FIL: “Did Eric Carle write ‘Charlotte’s Web’? (after seeing a spider on Josephine’s The World of Eric Carle T-shirt.Me: No, I can’t remember the name of the author off the top of my head who wrote “Charlotte’s Web”K: “Was it something like Harriet Beecher Stowe, or something?”
*uncontrollable fits of laughter from me*
K: “No, don’t Facebook this. No, don’t you dare Facebook this… OK, ugh, I am going to go take a shower to further wake up before you Facebook anything else I say…”
It is official… I have turned into my mom and Josephine has clearly taken careful notes from her aunt Lynn. Josephine has more fashionable tastes and boots than I have ever dared to dream of.
Hilarious morning so far.
So I get to the car and find the pants that I **thought** were clean when I put them on this morning are covered in dried yogurt toddler handprints. Maybe six of them.
I explained to Kenneth I needed to change my pants because of the stains (on pants that I *thought* were clean). He said it didn’t really matter, it’s OK (I don’t have to be perfect all the time).. To him it wasn’t that big of a deal and proceeded to show me mud on his jeans (also from little hands, we think). We agreed it was OK if he didn’t care about his pants (his stains weren’t as obvious, but I cared about changing my pants)
Of course, then the garage door opener didn’t work.
Kenneth tried the keypad several times. He was starting to get aggravated. I came up to see if I could help. I pressed the enter button once and the garage door opened instantly. He laughed, threw up his hands and started to walk back to the car. I called him back and kissed him and said, “I guess that’s why we are together. That’s why you need me ”
We are certainly an odd couple. And this morning has been exceedingly odd/funny to me.
I wonder if it’s the phase of the moon or something.
We really needed a laugh at the moment. Thank you little one, you knew exactly what we needed… She waited quietly until we turned around and laughed.
*Daddy and I look at each other in silence momentarily stunned*
After a while Kenneth said: “Wow, my ears are ringing”
I said cheerfully: “Ear check! Our ears must be functioning properly since they are ringing… HOWEVER, at this rate we’ll be deaf before she grows up”
Kenneth: Huh?…..(it’s already started)
Watching my baby girl sleeping tonight I realized for the millionth time just how beautiful and fragile she is. How much I wanted to protect her. How precious and fragile life is.
I whispered a silent, tearful prayer: “I’d die to protect you, baby girl…”
I realized that’s not what she needs from me, there’s already too much fear, too much holding on too tightly, too much death, too much dying out there. What she needs from me is to know how to live freely, to live without fear of death, because living in fear of death…that’s death, not life.
From this moment on, I live not just for you, baby girl, or simply for our ancestors/family, uncles, grandparents, etc that have gone on before us, but I live for your future babies, and your children’s children.
I am going to live, out loud, proud, and courageously. I’m going to teach you to dance throughout life, I’ll dance with you and for all that have gone before us and all that go on after us. Dance until death, and then dance together on the other side too.
Her: *getting mad, pouting and pointing at the snack cup*
Me *emphatically*: Yes, I know, it ~sucks~, I can’t reach it because it’s too far away. I wish I could.
Her: *pointing at her socks*
Me *laughing*: No, it sucks, not socks…
She brought our Onbuhimo to me and asked to go up. We haven’t used this carrier in many months. She even helped me get her up by laying down on the carrier in the correct position. How can I resist?
So on 07/11/2013 or so Josephine officially started walking
Josephine loves her some full fat Greek Gods yogurt, she even uses it as a facial mask. The downside is mommy is never allowed to buy the Chobani 0% fat Greek Yogurt ever again. We liked the 0% just fine until we tasted the full fat, and now Miss Josephine doesn’t want the 0% stuff anymore since she’s tasted the Greek Gods full fat yogurt.
December 7, 2012 (6 months old)
I KNOW I’m a Super-mom, I *KNOW* I’m a Super-wife/partner and that is all that matters.
And you moms reading this, go to the mirror and see what I see, you are so much better than Super-Woman, a Super-model, and a Super-star COMBINED, you are a Super-mom even if you are taking care of your family with a co-pilot or not.
YOU are a SUPER-MOM and that is ALL THAT MATTERS
And if you know a mom not on Facebook, etc, make sure SHE knows she’s a SUPER-MOM too
November 29, 2012 (6 months old)
Josephine, my dear, never doubt the mountains I’ll climb nor the valleys I’ll go through for you, my dear child. I may be tired, I may be weary, but I will be strong for you. People told me motherhood was hard, I didn’t understand, but I’m learning quickly how much I can do on very little sleep.
October 26, 2012 (5 months old)
A house full of toys and teddy bears, etc, etc and Josephine’s current favorite toy is a plain white junk mail envelope with a plastic window that crinkles.
No wonder the cats love her.
October 14, 2012 (4 months old)
Josephine is 6 days away from 5 months old and already she has randomly pressed the buttons on Daddy’s digital watch enough times to put the watch into some kind of odd display mode. Daddy has had to look up the instruction manual in order to return the watch display to normal……
October 12, 2012 (4 months old)
So, it’s our turn to ‘pay it forward, and perform a RAOK for someone else’!