Wednesday, February 3, 2010

It's All About The Diapers


I woke up with a new man this morning. He's so sweet and so beautiful and he snuggles like a Yorkie. Of course, when he wakes up he wants to be fed and changed so there is that, but...
How could you not be happy, waking up with this guy?
Lily had to be at work at six, Jason at six thirty, so Lily and Owen spent the night last night and I got up at FIVE FORTY-FIVE AM and got in the bed with the boy. At first I was scared to death I would smush him but then all those years of sleeping with my babies kicked in and all was well, although it's a pain in the ass to have to give a baby a bottle in bed instead of being able to just offer the tit. But Lily had so thoughtfully made a bottle and left it by the bed so it wasn't that bad at all.
And in the two hours we've been up we have not accomplished much, I have to say. I'm just now getting around to eating a yogurt and he's in his little walker, pooping, so there will be a clean-up operation in the next few moments. I have brushed my teeth and washed my face so I feel reasonably on top of the game. The boy really doesn't like to be put down very much so just getting those two things done is fairly huge. I think we need to just go ahead and admit the fact that he is spoiled rotten and glory in the fact that he is.

So anyway, that's me this morning, here in Lloyd where it's a beautiful, sunny day. I think we need to go out and see those chickens and give them some grapes and collect some eggs.

I should report that Jessie's rash is quite probably some fungus she's gotten off her roommate's cat. That's what the doctor, who appeared to be about twelve-years old, felt quite certain of. When he walked into the room I said, "You are kidding me." And poor Jessie almost died of embarrassment and the doctor knew exactly what I was talking about because I'm certain he must hear the same thing about fifty times a day but he was very nice and very cute and as I said, very certain of his diagnosis and let's face it- teenagers know everything so I'm sure he's right.

Time to change the poopy diaper!

Love....Ms. Moon

23 comments:

  1. Have fun with the Owenmeister.

    I know you will.

    Love you!

    Glad Jessie got a diagnosis. And, no, I cannot adopt the cat. Laugh.

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  2. My babies never wanted to be put down. They knew a good thing .
    I obliged, have the sore hip,pinched nerve thingy to prove it.
    It goes to quickly not to wrap up in every second of it.

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  3. Ms. Moon, I read your posts every day and they make my day! Owen is so lucky that he got to wake up and have his Grandma there to feed him and take care of him. Your kids are so lucky too. My mom never visits much nor has she ever changed any of my three boys’ diapers and at least one of them were wearing them during a 6 yr period. In fact she said Eeew and avoided it. No surprise they don’t feel close.
    Through you I get so pumped up thinking of the day I get to be a part of my grandkids lives.

    And there you are giving that young doc a dose of reality. I love it!
    I hope you (Crazy Chicken Grandma) have a great day!

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  4. That's the good kind of spoiled. "Teenagers know everything," made me laugh.

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  5. Hah, you didn't embarrass me too bad. Actually, I really didn't understand what was going on because it all happened so quickly.

    Have fun with Owen today. Don't forget to tell him how much I love him, and also that I'm going to be really mean to him, really, really mean...

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  6. He's so cute! Owen, not the doc, I mean. :)

    How's Betty doing, by the way?

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  7. Poopy diapers=the reality of grand-mother-ship, but hey, look what comes along with it! Seeing that smilin face made my evening. Now off to make some escarole, ham ravioli soup. x0 N2

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  8. Ah, yes, the Doogie Howser doctor. It's getting harder and harder to visit doctors as we get older and older. The last time Sophie was in the hospital the doctors came into her room and for a second I thought that we were on the set of a tv show (which wouldn't be a stretch living where we live) because the "doctor" was about six feet tall with really tight scrubs on and a beautiful body, long dark Pocahontas hair and was maybe sixteen?

    I hope you're having a smashing day with that smashing baby boy!

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  9. I'm turning 35 in March, and I'm astounded--shocked---when doctors are my age or younger. How is that even possible?

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  10. Elizabeth! Where do you live? I feel something near-fatal coming on...

    Ah, Ms. Moon! This brought back floods of memory, sneaking naps with my babies in broad daylight! Tho- we did have the 'family' bed filled to the brim w/ boys, cats and my 6'6" husband. I used to tell people I was the cheese in the sandwhich. ...anyways, great post, again! Thanks.

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  11. You can't spoil a baby. They're like fruit: the only way they spoil is if you put them somewhere and ignore them.

    I need a young/hot doctor in my life. Preferably without speculum in hand.

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  12. There is no better way to wake up and start the day than snuggling with your grandbaby!

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  13. Oh to wake up with babies in your bed! Just love the sweet smell of them and the feel of their little bodies snuggled up close. Both my babies slept in our bed until they turned two. I couldn't imagine them in a room all by themselves.
    Have a wonderful day with that sweet boy, Ms. Moon.

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  14. I like the young doctors. Harley's is young and sort of progressive minded... plus, I think I could take him if I had to! hee hee!

    Maybe we can come visit you guys for a bit this afternoon? Harley got a blood draw today. yech!

    xo
    pf

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  15. Wow. I've been out so much it just boggles my mind how that baby suddenly grew and became a person. I've missed so much.

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  16. Ms. Bastard- I did!

    Deb- Yep. I've had a hip that has been hurting me since 1992. And when Owen is here, it cocks right out makes him a perch. Sometimes we use the sling.

    Michele R- I do not understand grandparents with that attitude. I feel like I'm getting the biggest gift of my life by having Owen with me.

    Stephanie- I'm glad you liked that line. I liked it myself.

    DTG- Nope but he sure is working at bringing them in.

    HoneyLuna- Yep. I told him you were going to be so mean to him that you were going to make him eat cupcakes and kettle corn!

    Nicol- Betty remains unscathed and her head is all healed up.

    N2- Baby poop doesn't bother me in the LEAST. The hardest part is keeping the dogs away from it. Yeah. I know. Gross.

    Elizabeth- Yep. I'm with Swallowtail on THAT doctor. Doctor Yum. Uh-huh.
    I'll stop now.

    Nancy C- This doc claimed to be 31. I swear- he sure didn't look like it. He looked too young for Jessie and she's twenty!

    Swallowtail- Naps are the manna of the gods. The glorious drug of joy. Sigh.

    Lois- Too true. I may have scared him though with my witchy hair and wrinkled face. He smiled at me but I think it was so I wouldn't roast him in the oven.

    Angie- Owen has never taken so much as a nap in his crib.

    Ms. Fleur- He's gone now and I'm trying to catch up around here. But I do have some soup if y'all like to come and get some.

    Marsha- Yep. He's a big boy.

    Rachel- Amen.

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  17. That's so funny about the doctor being so young........Most of my son's doctors are grandpa age and I love that......there are younger doctors in the practices that I take him to.......In my imagination the older doctors and younger doctors all go to a room at the end of our visit to talk about my son and come up with good treatments and stuff just for him..........They have this same meeting the day I call for an appointment and just before my arrival.......I have a good imagination though

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  18. ha! you are hilarious. teenagers know everything. amen to that!

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  19. What a sweet way to start the day....and babies wake up like a flower blossoms...their little limbs stretch out in a most delicious way! And they look good from the start and not like some of us (me) who need a shower to jump start my body into wakeup gear.
    Dr.'s....yes they are looking younger. My eye doctor looks like she is 20...when my love and I first saw her after our previous one retired we both gave each other a double take...so far no complaint. After 2 years though she hasn't aged a bit...still looks 20.

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  20. Lesbo- Well, I certainly did when I was a teenager. Didn't you?

    Ellen- And I am sure you look like you are twenty-nine.

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  21. Gosh even you can make Drs appts fun. I hope Jessie gets better and er, the cat maybe needs some meds too? I haven't really heard of cats passing on fungus. Yikes.
    Glad you had an Owen kind of happy day.
    Thanks for the sweet words about Casey. Means a lot to me.
    I do feel better today
    (called in sick and stayed home with her)

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  22. Rebecca- Oh. You KNOW they do. And they always start out their discussion saying, "Let's talk about our favorite patient."

    Bethany- Someone else's doctor appointments. Not mine. Glad you're home with your old sweet friend today.

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