Monday, April 26, 2010
So Sue Me. I'm His Grandmother. I Overpost About Him
Poor Owen. He was so happy in his car seat with his grandmother beside him. He thought we were going to go have Big Fun which is what we usually do when we all get in the car to go some place.
He was a happy boy in the doctor's office right up until the doctor started getting really close and personal. Now I just like this doctor a lot. He's a new guy in the practice and he knows how to charm a mama and a grandmama. He kept telling us how handsome Owen is, how advanced. "Really?" he asked. "He can pull up already? Wow!"
And when he asked what Owen was eating and Lily told him that Owen does not like baby food the doctor said, "I knew he was smart." And when he told us that Owen was probably about to go through the stranger-danger stage he said, "And people will tell you that he's crying because he's spoiled and that is B.S.!"
He said "B.S." He really did.
He highly approved of everything about the boy. Owen weighs twenty pounds on the mark and is twenty-eight inches long. This puts him in the 75th percentile for both measurements. However, his head circumference is in the 90th percentile. Because of his big brains, the doctor assured us.
Talk about B.S. But we loved it.
And then came the ear and nose exam and no, Owen was not happy about that. And when he got his shots he cried so hard that I cried too, which is ridiculous and I know it but what can I say? I can't stand to hear that boy cry and he cried so hard he quit breathing. We all know that sort of crying. He was just completely astounded and shocked that we would allow him to be handled in such a painful fashion. I mean SHOCKED!
But. He got over it. And fell asleep in the car right away but he woke up in the restaurant where Lily and I met Uncle Hank for some delicious Indian food. We mixed up a bit of the soup and some rice and I fed it to Owen. He liked it. He liked the naan, too.
And why not? None of it was baby food.
And we made a little bit of a mess. Just a little bit.
But then we got the rice pudding and oh boy, yeah, that shit is good. Owen and I agree totally on that.
By the time lunch was over, he'd recovered from all of his trauma. He cuddled with Uncle Hank for a bit in the parking lot before Uncle Hank had to go back to work.
He is mystified and delighted by his Uncle Hank. As well he should be.
And then when we got home, I had to take just a few more pictures because, well, FUCK! I'm his grandmother. And I can't help it.
Do you know how happy this picture makes me?
Ah lah.
So we all survived, we had Indian food, we liked the doctor, and now it's nap time.
Love...Ms. Moon
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Naan mmmmmm... Garlic variety, I hope.
ReplyDeleteNo such thing as over-posting with this boy, dear.
Wheewww...nap time indeed! And those kind of days are BIG days for little ones and family...he is just too cute...you are a lucky lady
ReplyDeleteI don't know what naan is but I like the expression on his face and the fact that he doesn't like baby food. Because really. It IS pretty bland. :) And THAT kind of craying makes my hear hurt; I would cry, too.
ReplyDeleteYou don't overpost about him-and even if you did, who the hell cares?
I took my kids in for their well exam today too. If you have the time try to find photos of my kids on my blog........they aren't FAT but they are fat. The doctor didn't say that but here are the numbers
ReplyDeleteIsabella is 41 inches tall, 38 pounds and has a BMI of 16. Which means her height is in the 25%, weight is in the 50% and her BMI is in the 70%. I guess that means she needs the number for Jenny Craig, right?
Joey, my little guy who is smaller than EVERY kid his age is 35 inches tall, 32 pounds, and has a BMI of 18. Which means his height is in the 10%, weight 60% and BMI in the 95%........95%?!?!
So we will be switching to 2% milk to see how that works for us all.
But yeah, our pediatrician was oohing and ahhing over the kids and telling me how smart they are and telling me not to worry about Joey because Isabella has set the bar so high it would be impossible for a second child, especially a boy child to ever come close. He's the best!
That was fun! And I'm meeting the other set of parentals for dinner at Cabos, so there you go. A big day out for me.
ReplyDeleteHe looks like a happy little fellow.
ReplyDeleteElijah never ate baby food either. Everything other than baby food though...
ReplyDeleteAt 3 months old he ate avocado all day long. Nursed, ate avocado, nursed, ate avocado.
And he had no teeth till 10 months either!
There can be no overposting about grand kids...
ReplyDeleteI am totally underposting because my friggin son and dil forbid me to post...
You have to post for all the grannies out here that can't post... And darn, do I get the envy to wish them to hell and post about my gorgeous granddaughter...
Who is going to be six months old tomorrow and that I have seen 3 times...
YEAH for OWEN!!!!
what a day!
ReplyDeletehe is so darling. I'm glad he (and you!) survived the ole shots.
there is no such thing as overposting when it's over someone as cute as him.
Steph- Nah. Just regular naan. He loved it.
ReplyDeleteEllen- I know how lucky I am. I do.
Kori- Righto! My blog, my grandbaby!
Rebecca- All of my own babies were fat except for Jessie and I think now maybe I overnursed because basically- that's all they ate for a long time. Is that possible?
DTG- Give 'em my love. I talked to L. for a long time last week.
Syd- Unless people are giving him shots.
Erin- Owen loves avocado too. He truly does. Isn't that funny?
Photocat- Huh. Well, I'm incredibly lucky because my darling daughter and her darling husband give me lots of leeway and let me love their boy with all my heart. I adore them for that. Among other things.
notjustafemme- Glad you think so, dear.
Lovin' this post!
ReplyDeleteAnd now I guarantee I'll be having Indian food (including some garlic naan) within the next week for sure.
Aw, the little man shirt!
ReplyDeleteI just love those doctors! The ones who assure you how completely advanced your child is!
When my son went for his check up, the doctor took off all his clothes to check his spine. Then a week or two later, my daughter was at the kinesiologist, and hejust started disrobing! He was totally offended when I wouldn't let him strip :)
I don't believe anyone can over-nurse. Nursing is the cream of the crop. Good for you!!
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness, those pictures make me so happy. And I just have to say that Lily and her boy are absolutely gorgeous. We are one blessed family, indeed.
ReplyDelete(By the way, is this new doctor young, handsome, and tall?)
sweet sweet stuff. this made me smile wide too.
ReplyDeletei'm a bit mystified and delighted by that uncle hank too.
what cuties.
sorry Owen had to have shots, but glad the doc was so sweet and everyone recovered.
Oh my heart is just full! You do NOT overpost about Owen, not in my estimation anyway, but I'm baby crazy. Lovely pictures, and you're right, that one of Lily kissing Owen is very special.
ReplyDeleteI want to eat him UP! He is too yummy...
ReplyDeleteHarley and I came by and played with the feather babies. They really are amusing and almost all of them will nibble from our hands now. We kicked some bamboo too.
If I ever have a baby, I'll have to stop blogging because I know all I'd do is gush, gush, gush over the kid ;)
ReplyDelete(And yes--NO sleep. Hehe)
Hi Mary, I love your Owen posts, your chicken posts, your food posts, your weather posts, your gardening posts, your hometown posts, your life posts...lovely to see the goodness of life.
ReplyDeleteWe're in the Smoky Mountains & I'm only getting an occasional trip to town & internet so I'll catch up with you off & on for the next week. Hope it's a good one for you.
Every time I think about it, I still feel that horrible agony in the pit of my stomach when they had to insert a central IV line in Farty in the NICU. It made me so physically ill that I had to throw up. I got upset when both of my babies had to get shots, just because I couldn't prevent the pain, and they couldn't understand why I allowed it. That's what love is, I supposed. The overwhelming need to stop the hurt. And some puke.
ReplyDeleteOh he's just too cute. Overpost away! That last picture is perfect.
ReplyDeleteOver-post what you like, Ms Moon, what ever you god-damn like!
ReplyDeleteI'm going to steal the wise words of our dear SB: "It's your blog and you can post whatever you want!" (I'm sure her version would be more colorful though.)
ReplyDeleteThose shots at the doctor are terrible but good rice pudding can make the world right again.
When I have grandchildren I am sure to be overblogging as well. Signed, Oh so Jealous of you!
ReplyDeleteI never used baby food. Pureed what we were eating for the most part, or made batches of things, froze it in ice cube trays. It's encouraging to see parents that know the health benefits of this.
ReplyDeleteIt makes me smile to know how you were all beaming inside and out over Owen, his unabashed zest for life, and sharing in his partaking of it.
beautiful.
Loved the photos! Good stuff.
ReplyDeleteGood morning from beautiful Buttfuck, Ohio.
Your Owen really is advanced. Hard to believe that 6 months have gone by, and amazing about all his teeth and what he is doing physically. That doctor sounds fabulous!
ReplyDeleteJill- I must admit I had the worst gas of my entire life after that meal. But it was worth it.
ReplyDeleteJo- That's hysterical!
Rebecca- Well, if it's possible, I did it.
HoneyLuna- NO, that doctor was not young, (well, except in regard to the other doctors there), nor is he handsome, nor is he tall but he is married with children and he is very, very nice. I love you!
Bethany- Yes. All turned out well.
Lora- The joy of seeing your baby kiss her baby is unimaginable.
Ms. Fleur- They are some friendly chickens, aren't they?
SJ- The sweeter rest was thine...
Kathleen- I'll bet it's gorgeous in the mountains right now. Enjoy!
Rachel- That about sums it up.
Mel and Nigel- Okay then. I WILL!
Mel's Way- Hurray for rice pudding!
Sandra- Yes. You will.
Deb- We are fools for that baby. And I never used baby food either.
Ms. Bastard-Beloved- Wish you were here.
Michele R- Ah, he's seven months old. But still highly advanced and obviously a genius!
I want a doctor that says BS, seriously!
ReplyDeleteThat picture of Owen in the green outfit is too cool for school. That little man is adorable!