There are things I realized that I would probably do when I became a mother that I thought were disgusting before having children. Changing poopy diapers a definite, but I'm talking about the stuff that isn't always a given. Like wiping snot from my kids nose and then wiping it on my pants because there is nothing near me to get rid of it. Other things like eating a sucker that my kid just sucked on for 5 mins before deciding she doesn't like it (hasn't happened yet, but I've been told it will.
The most disgusting of all I had to do today. I had to help my daughter take a poop! Yep I was changing her diaper and she was having a hissy fit, turns out she was trying to poop big huge balls of poop! It wouldn't come out so Mommy had to help. I know gross!
Bewarned! If you don't have kids yet, when you do, you will do disgusting things to help their comfort!
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Do you believe?
In spirits? No, not the alcoholic kind! Spirits, ghosts or whatever you want to call it. Do you think our loved ones leave us when they die? Or do you think their spirit hangs out here? Or do they go to heaven and come visit us on important days and days we need them the most?
I believe they get to go to heaven and come visit us when we need them or when look down on us on important days. So what got me thinking about this? Well, it was, honestly my daughter. She was smiling and laughing after her bath while staring up at this yarn Octopus my Great Grandmother (Nanny) made me shortly before she passed away.
I don't know how to explain somethings that have happened in my life other than to believe she was there or watching over me and my family. The day she died, I was home sick from school. I will never forget it. I called my mom, who was working (yeah, I was sick and home alone). I told my mom something was wrong with Grandma or Nanny. I could just feel it in my gut. Mom, who already knew that Nanny had passed, lied to me. She told me that everyone was fine and that she had just spoken to Grandma and they were going to see Nanny after she got off work. When Mom got home that night she pulled my brother and I into my room where I was laying down and told us that Nanny had passed away. How would an 11 year old girl know this? I feel like she was there with me after she passed. I know, weird.
About 6 months or so later, my mom and dad got married in our backyard. It was a gloomy day, but as they stood under the tree reciting their vows the clouds opened up and allowed the sun to shine through. The minute the ceremony was over, it started pouring rain. Call it a coincidence, but I think Nanny was there too watch and cried as my mom married the man she was meant to be with.
Then 2 years ago for my wedding. All the way up to the day, the weather man was calling for cold, snow or rain depending on the day. My photographer told me she would bring a backdrop just in case. I told her we didn't need it that it would be beautiful wonderful weather because my Nanny would be there to watch over me and see me get married. Even the morning of the wedding, they were still calling for rain and chilly. It turned out to be a beautiful warm sunny day. I'm talking it was in the 60's, not a cloud in the sky.
Lastly, the day my little girl was born. My Nanny was there too. Madison had the cord wrapped around her neck twice when she was born, but she was perfect and we had no worries. The nurses kept putting oxygen on me because she wasn't moving much at all. At much as their precautions worried me, I truely felt calm throughout my whole labor and I believe it was because Nanny was with me.
So what do you believe?
I believe they get to go to heaven and come visit us when we need them or when look down on us on important days. So what got me thinking about this? Well, it was, honestly my daughter. She was smiling and laughing after her bath while staring up at this yarn Octopus my Great Grandmother (Nanny) made me shortly before she passed away.
I don't know how to explain somethings that have happened in my life other than to believe she was there or watching over me and my family. The day she died, I was home sick from school. I will never forget it. I called my mom, who was working (yeah, I was sick and home alone). I told my mom something was wrong with Grandma or Nanny. I could just feel it in my gut. Mom, who already knew that Nanny had passed, lied to me. She told me that everyone was fine and that she had just spoken to Grandma and they were going to see Nanny after she got off work. When Mom got home that night she pulled my brother and I into my room where I was laying down and told us that Nanny had passed away. How would an 11 year old girl know this? I feel like she was there with me after she passed. I know, weird.
About 6 months or so later, my mom and dad got married in our backyard. It was a gloomy day, but as they stood under the tree reciting their vows the clouds opened up and allowed the sun to shine through. The minute the ceremony was over, it started pouring rain. Call it a coincidence, but I think Nanny was there too watch and cried as my mom married the man she was meant to be with.
Then 2 years ago for my wedding. All the way up to the day, the weather man was calling for cold, snow or rain depending on the day. My photographer told me she would bring a backdrop just in case. I told her we didn't need it that it would be beautiful wonderful weather because my Nanny would be there to watch over me and see me get married. Even the morning of the wedding, they were still calling for rain and chilly. It turned out to be a beautiful warm sunny day. I'm talking it was in the 60's, not a cloud in the sky.
Lastly, the day my little girl was born. My Nanny was there too. Madison had the cord wrapped around her neck twice when she was born, but she was perfect and we had no worries. The nurses kept putting oxygen on me because she wasn't moving much at all. At much as their precautions worried me, I truely felt calm throughout my whole labor and I believe it was because Nanny was with me.
So what do you believe?
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