Friday, May 11, 2007

Mom of the Year Award



I have been awarded the very prestigious and sought-after title of Mom of the Year! This award came after a very inspiring day of wonderfully maternal and nurturing activities, including:


a) accidentally locking my son in the car while he was holding the keys resulting in his being stuck inside for over 45 minutes

~and~

b) walking into my friend's kitchen to find my baby eating dog food.


I am so proud.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Dear Diary...


More from my beloved junior high diaries...

1/3/1990 (age 14)

I didn't write on Christmas mainly cuz I didn't have my diary. I left it at Carrie's and I spent the night at G-ma Kay's cuz I was sick.

Well, anyways, I got lots (underlined) of stuff: roller skates, LA Gear shoes, Colors perfume, new night gown, robe, slippers, nutcracker (Grandma gave me that plus book stands), new shirts, potpourri burner, gloves, socks and undies, Michael W. Smith tape, Amy Grant tape, and a pretty cow shirt.

February 5, 1990

On Friday, the 3rd, Ruth Obregon invited me and Amber Rady and Rachelle Smith and Shay Nelson and Marlena Jones to go to a Bible study at her house. Amber couldn't go, but everyone else did.

I went home with Ruthie after school, and we stayed at school after school and we watched the games and hung around.

The Bible study was really good. Ruth talked on secular rock-music. It was a lot of fun and the praying was real emotional. Shay is having some problems with Bethany Anderson, but I'm not sure what they are. She started crying when we prayed for her.

After the Bible study we went to Josh Floro's house and Jeremy Clookie was there. We played games and did the Jane Fonda workout. We wrestled, although Josh's dad told us not to. I can't believe how much fun I had. I had a BLAST (underlined). We stayed there until 11:00pm, and then they took us home.

I spent the night at Ruth's and then in the morning she had to get tutored in history by Mrs. Campbell for history. I had to go with her, but it was actually kinda fun.

Well, nothing really happened today. We had communion in church today. I wish Nathan, Corey, and I got along a little better. I hate the fights, hard feelings, tears, etc., that goes on. I try, but it never works. I just wish we were all a little more Christian-like.

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

Ewww....





My son loves two things: pacifiers and water. Here is one example of how combining these things can be dangerous.

I was in my room when I heard a little "splash splash" so I turned around to find Jack, digging his pacifier out of the toilet. Awesome.

Monday, May 7, 2007

Can't See The Forest for the Zzzzzz's

I tend to overthink things, sometimes. I mean ridiculously, neurotically overthink things. Like the time my ex-boyfriend was watching a TV commercial for orange juice and said, "Man, a glass of orange juice sounds good right now," and I immediately thought that he was disappointed in me for not having our refrigerator stocked with orange juice. Maybe this is more of an example of how pathetically insecure I am, but I think it could also point to my overthinking as well.

Symantics aside, this little trait of mine roared its ugly little head recently when I called my good friend, Donovan, in the middle of the night in a state of total despair. See, my son, who I love more than anything, even the TV show LOST, is apparently allergic to sleep. He has never slept more than a few hours at a time since the day he was born which was ten months ago. A typical night looks like this:

go down at 8:30
wake up at 10:00 - rock for 15 minutes
wake up 11:45 - nurse and rock for 25 minutes
wake up at 12:30 - needs pacifier
wake up at 1:15 - pat butt for 10 minutes
wake up at 2:30 - nurses for 15 minutes
wake up at 3:45 - wants to play; makes "bob, bob, bob" sounds; needs to be re-swaddled and rocked and nursed back to sleepy mode - 45 minutes
wake up at 5:30 - more butt patting
wake up at 6:30 - butt pat, pacifier
wake up at 7:30 - up for the day.

So, when I made the call to my friend, Donovan, I unloaded onto him about how much resentment was brewing in my body toward Jack, how little I was enjoying him lately, and how frustrated I was becoming with him during the night. I was worried, real worried, about what this all meant, about how I might be making all of the wrong choices in raising him, how maybe subconsciously I wanted him to wake up or that maybe we were too enmeshed. I started doubting myself as a parent, as a good person, and began to wonder if I had been abused as a child and the rage I was experiencing was a result of buried, subconscious and unresolved trauma. I worried about how this would all affect him someday, and envisioned him as a brooding, black-eyeliner-wearing teenager who listens to the Dead Kennedy's and refuses to open his bedroom door. I cried and cried and cried on the phone, my life looking bleak and utterly complicated, and then Donovan said to me:

"Amber, I think you just need some sleep."

Internet, I swear that this had not occurred to me. These words hit me like the proverbial fry pan to the head. Could it really be that simple?

He went on. "I could sit here and process all of this stuff with you, Amber, but I really think that you're just sleep deprived."

Sometimes I need people to just point out the obvious to me, to show me the forest amongst the trees, to give me a big helping of some good ol' fashioned common sense. Maybe I do just need sleep.

He was right, of course, and I got some (thanks to Mirna, Janna, and my Mom).

Now I need to go get some orange juice.

Sunday, May 6, 2007

"The Hardest Part" by Coldplay

The "hardest part" about this video is describing it, what with Coldplay having stepped out from a Miami Vice shoot and geriatric gymnasts performing sans clothing, but the words "disturbing," "awesome," and "riveting" come to mind. Oh, and "what-the-fuck."

Please enjoy!