Raising a Son

July 25th, 2013 → 6:55 am

“See, sons, what things you are!” – Henry IV, Part II

Ah, what the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge have to look forward to…  This morning, in the middle of our early AM cuddle, my son peed on me.  So much for a smooth potty training with no accidents!

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Summer Flu

June 27th, 2013 → 8:08 am

“There was never yet philosopher
That could endure the toothache patiently.”  – Much Ado About Nothing

It started Saturday evening when my son, whom I was cuddling nicely on the couch, pushed himself up off my chest and barfed all over me.  (I notice whenever he’s most warm and cuddly, that’s the time to watch out.  Nothing is ever as risk-free as it seems. 😉 ) By Monday I was ill.  Our house is currently infected with an awful flu and we’re not bearing it patiently.  Ugh.

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Potty Training

June 23rd, 2013 → 6:45 am

“the bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell.”  – Macbeth

We’ve begun potty training our two, almost three year old.  And as his teachers at school suggested, we bought a timer and set it to go off every hour or so.  That way, it’s the timer making him go to the toilet all the time, not us.  Little guy sits on the bowl looking kinda uncertain, but when something comes out, it’s like heaven all the praise he gets!  When nothing comes out, it’s kind of a bummer…

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Kisses for Everyone

June 12th, 2013 → 6:19 am

“My [sons] lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.”  – Romeo and Juliet

Putting my son to bed the other night he asked about his grandma, my mother.  I had to admit that she wasn’t around anymore; that he wouldn’t be able to meet her or kiss her good night.  Then I had to confess that the same was true about his grandfather, my father.  My son looked sad, a little thoughtful.  When we were done talking I asked him for a kiss good night and, to my surprise, he gave me three!  When I asked why he told me that one was for me, one for grandma, and one for grandpa too. Since our talk he’s been giving me three kisses every night now. And always they’re one for me, one for grandma, and one for grandpa too.

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A Day at the Zoo

June 3rd, 2013 → 6:15 am

Exit, pursued by a bear.” – Winter’s Tale

They say it’s the most famous stage direction in all of theatre:  Exit, pursued by a bear.  It’s also how we left the zoo yesterday.  Our day began early in the morning with a toddler’s learning class, where my son got to pet a cockroach, a toad (which is not the same things as a frog, apparently), a snake, an owl, and a chinchilla.  Then we rode a train around the park.  Next we hiked it all around the park.  Finally, we had a graduation party to go to – where my son ate two pieces of cake and a piece of pie.  But before we could go home and rest and enjoy all our animal-themed loot, we just had to see the bears one more time.  The weather was so wonderful yesterday (not too hot, not too cold) that all the bears were out playing, grooming, and walking around; perfect for a little 2 year old boy to watch and enjoy.

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The Ups and Downs of Life

May 29th, 2013 → 6:22 am

“This world to me is as a lasting storm.” – Pericles

I had a crazy day yesterday.  It started out awful (due, of course, to a certain arch nemesis), but then turned much better (due, unexpectedly, to a surprisingly kind person).  I felt like a ship tossed about in a storm, at first thrown low, then brought high, and all in under an hour!

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Young, Tempestuous Love

May 16th, 2013 → 6:23 am

“If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.” – Romeo and Juliet

Well, the wedding my husband, son, and I flew out to Nevada to attend never took place.  Our neice, in the end, broke it off.  At least we got to see family and have a bit of memorable fun time.  Personally, I think 19 years old is too young to get engaged in the first place, but when I say that, I then can’t help but think of my in-laws who got married that young and yet still stayed together for 50+ years.  Even now they hold hands together when they sit on the couch and watch TV at night (it’s so friggin adorable).  Who knows what makes love work?!?

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Mother’s Day

May 12th, 2013 → 7:43 am

“He did it to please his mother.” – Coriolanus

We’re in Nevada right now with my in-laws.  So for the first time in many years my husband is actually with his mother on mother’s day.  It’s adorable.  I can’t wait till my own son is old enough to do nice things for me on Mother’s Day!

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Rainy Saturday

April 28th, 2013 → 6:33 am

“When that I was and a little tiny boy,
   With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
  For the rain it raineth every day.”  – Twelfth Night

It was a cold, rainy day here in St. Louis yesterday and Vincent, Mommy, and Daddy stayed holed up in the house eating oreos and playing with any foolish thing Vincent decided to make a toy.  At one point he tore all his clothes off, put mommy’s hat, gloves, and socks on, and ran around the house with a London Big Ben keychain in is hand.  We don’t know why either, but it was pretty darn hilarious.

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Mea Culpa

April 13th, 2013 → 5:39 am

“[I] am enjoin’d
By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
And beg your pardon:  pardon, I beseech you!”  – Romeo and Juliet

Every now and again we all do stupid things.  The other day I acted quite insensitively to a good friend of mine.  I’m so embarrassed thinking about it now.  Please forgive me, Arkadasim, I beseech you!

As a side note, I notice that it is extremely difficult (impossible?) to find the words “sorry,” or “apology” in Shakespeare.  There are “pardons” and acts of “forgiveness” and “repentance,” but no apologies as we would recognize them today.  According to scholars on this, in Shakespeare’s day apologies were more about seeking forgiveness from God for your sins, not other people.  It was a religious thing, not an individualistic thing.  I find this temporal distinction in what it means to say you’re sorry fascinating…

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