JuJuBee

Negative Bullets

A list I have been compiling in my head everyday for the past three months...

Things That I Had Taken For Granted Before Becoming a Stay at Home Mother of Two...In No Particular Order:

• Eyes that do not resemble a drunken insomniac
• Not timing my visits to the bathroom to coincide with BabyJuJu's catnaps
• Eating sitting down
• Sitting down
• Reading
• Sex
• Sitting in the warm sun
• Not having mini heart attacks when 7 p.m. rolls around and I wonder if I might get any sleep that night
• Two piece swimwear
• Showering without losing large clumps of hair (a side effect of post-partum or so I hear, I do kinda remember this happening after I had LittleJuJu)
• Having "me" time every night at 8:30
• Having "me" time at all
• Chatting on the phone with my mom (relatively) uninterrupted
• Not being batshit insane
• Talking with my husband after LittleJuJu went to bed, or cuddling, or catching a rented movie, or having a drink
• Patience

I know this shall pass...can you tell it's been a rough few days here?

Can you tell it's been a rough last few days?

Three Months

Dear BabyJuJu,

It might be said that I am a big copy-cat with this monthly "newsletter" but really I don't care. I think it is a nice way of catching up each month to talk about all of the new things you are learning, and all of the new ways in which Mommy thinks about hurling herself out the window. That being said, Happy Three Months!

You have come a long way. It was not long ago that you were waking each hour to complain that your beloved binky had left it's proper place inside your mouth. Those hourly wakings were just about to put your parents over the edge but you have come around. The last few nights have been relatively quiet. Not exactly a sleep through the night sort of quiet, but we are getting there.

Your father and I have come to the conclusion that you like to travel. You are so well behaved and happy when we are visiting family. The moment that we return home, it's like you look around and think, "Oh great. Here again. I don't get half the attention here as I do at those other places...I'll teach them...WAHHH".

Your smiles and coos are enough to melt my heart into a drippy puddle on the floor.  You really know how to make mommy feel better. Sometimes when you have been crying for an hour with gas pains (gas runs rampant on your father's side of the family) and I think I cannot take another minute, you calm down and cuddle into me with your big eyes looking up and studying every pore of my face. These are the moments that make it all worthwhile.

I am trying to enjoy each moment because your brother has taught me that life moves so fast. I blink and then you are five years old getting ready to take your first bus ride to kindergarten. I have to remind myself to savor each moment with you, good or bad because I am so not ready for you to be five. Stay small, ok? Stay my little Punkin for awhile.

Mommy loves you so much.

Brace Yourselves

I have never read a Harry Potter book, nor do I intend to.  There, I said it.

Tunics and Headbands

It will end, right? Please tell me that one of these days our daughter will sleep through the night. We both agree that the noise she makes (every hour last night) is worse than screaming. She isn't crying and isn't playing...it is an in between "I'm irritated that noone is picking me up to play and I might have some gas" noise. Last night? I remember glancing at the clock periodically and seeing 1-something, 2-something, 4-something, 5-something, 6-something...we finally gave up and came downstairs around 8:00. She has been sleeping in her beautiful bassinet in our room. After getting up four times, I will usually pull the bassinet over to the bed so I can just reach over to comfort her. My arm is actually sore today. I want to chuck that damn binky out the door (Mr. JuJu, or Jugs, used to do this with LittleJuJu's binkys...right out into the yard!) and call it quits.

We are leaving early Thursday morning for New York to visit the (my) in-laws and then onto Canada to visit Mr. JuJu's aunt, uncle and cousins. They have a sort of "beach" or rather "lake" house there. LittleJuJu has been driving me insane with "how many more days to Canada?" and "HOW MANY???" and "HOW MANY, MOM? HUH?" Shoot me.

You might notice that I am not in a particularly good mood this morning. This is due to one part no sleep and one part knowing that I will have to put on a bathing suit in four days. I bought a lovely white tunic style cover-up! It is just sheer enough that you can tell that I had the balls to actually put the suit ON but modest enough to cover up me newly gigantic ass and thighs. Oh summer, how I love thee.

Speaking of summer, my new accessory of choice is the wide headband. In our part of the world, it is so humid that there is no sense in drying off after your shower because the moment that you walk out the door you are drenched again in that weird smelling hot wet air. My hair is naturally curly, so that after I dry it straight and walk outside, it begins to curl and wave and do things that no hair should ever do...thus the headband. Tunics and headbands. I am a fashion plate.

Rekindling My Love Affair With Bullets

It's been so long, and Blogger had some trouble formatting my bullets for some insane reason, so without further adieu...Ways in Which LittleJuJu has Melted my Heart Over the Weekend. In bullet form, of course:

• When I knocked over a basket on the floor filled with baby wash and lotions while carrying BabyJuJu, he looked at it and sighed and said, "Don't worry Mama, I'll clean it up for ya."
• He picked me a pretty little purple flower
• He hugged me tight and told me that he loved me 100. (his way of saying a whole damn lot)
• He held and gave BabyJuJu a bottle
• He asked if he could watch My and Mr. JuJu's wedding video. He has been sitting on the couch singing, "I do, I do, I do."
• He brought in the mail for me (leaving a trail of various papers behind him because he couldn't hold it all)
• He spilled orange juice and made an even bigger mess as he cleaned it up by himself
• As I complained about the size of my ass he said, "Your. Butt. Is. Not. Big."
• He smiled as big as me when BabyJuJu let out a happy squeal
• He used his magna doodle to write "mom" and "dad" with a big heart

Sometimes it is good for me to remember the good things. Especially today, when they are driving me mad.

(I think it is hilarious that SpellCheck tries to change Mr. JuJu to Mr. Jugs)

My Girl

Wow, I'm Itchy

There are bugs, people. Lots of bugs to squash in my new site. Such as? My damn pictures are showing up as red x's, I haven't a clue as how to import comments over from Haloscan, I want to add things to my sidebar (Flickr badge and such) blah and gah. Really though, I am totally loving the simplicity and pretty baby blue color, aren't you?

Mr. JuJu's best friend is in town with his wife this weekend, so we get to meet them for dinner this evening and pretend that we are social creatures. This friend was the best man in our wedding and it will be nice to see them. Maybe I will take the camera...

BabyJuJu is crying, I will go rescue Mr. JuJu (who, by the way? Let me sleep on the couch all night long with no baby to pacify, god love him) from the fussy girl.

I'm Having Too Much Fun

I really should not have started this at 10:30 p.m but I just had to. The kiddos are alseep (as is the husband) and I was just bored as hell. Now I'll be screwing around with this site until who knows when. I have a lot of things to figure out and play with, so don't expect this site to be finished for awhile.

Come back tomorrow...Say goodnight JuJu.

Goodnight JuJu.

Blubbering Idiot

BabyJuJu and I just spent about 25 uninterrupted moments staring at each other in the eye. Then she smiled, I melted and she promptly fell asleep (I just barely caught her as she began to roll out of my lap and onto the floor). It got me thinking. When do we start to becBabyJuJuome uncomfortable looking people in the eye?

I remember when LittleJuJu was a bit younger and we used to rock to sleep in the chair. He would stare into my eyes as he fell asleep. The older he got, the shorter the stare. Now, he fidgets when I try to kiss him on the cheek (he gave up kisses on the lips a long time ago). My little guy is getting so grown up. Kindergarten starts in August. I am dreading the first day I watch him roll away on the bus. I'm sure that I will be fighting back tears. I remember the first day I dropped him off at daycare when I was teaching preschool. I walked away from him, both of us fighting tears (one a bit less subtly than the other). First day of preschool was no easier but at least Mr. JuJu was with me. Can it be true that this new little baby will someday be old enough to go to school, and drive, and DATE? No way.

BabyJuJu found her hands yesterday. It's hilarious. She will hold (usually just one) up in the air in front of her face and just look at it like, "What the hell is this thing and when did it get here?" then she shoves it into her mouth like a rabid dog foaming at the mouth.

Please tell me that switching to WordPress is no big deal and I will not lose almost a year worth of posts and comments. Tell me this. I need a push because I am a big freaking wussy loser.

Calm Before the Storm?

LittleJuJu slept until 9:30 a.m. and then he cleaned his room. I'm afraid. I am so very afraid.