Friday, August 3, 2012

Dreams Can Come True

You know what? It has been a better day. And I did spend time with my beebies. And it did even rain.

I did not walk. I am letting this nerve or whatever it is rest and as the day has progressed, it has begun to feel better. I guess maybe I'm not dying. I'm one of those hypochondriacs who really doesn't talk out loud (very much) about my possible terminal illnesses although I constantly have two or three, at least, going on in my mind. I don't talk about them because that would make them real and also, someone might suggest that I do something insane like GO TO A DOCTOR and forget that shit. 
I'm one of those people who will probably die because I have a heart attack and will refuse to let anyone call an ambulance. Hell, I won't even tell anyone I'm having chest pain. I'll just pop an aspirin and go lie down. And you know what? If that's the way I die, it'll be JUST FINE! I was talking to my ex-husband's wife (aka, my children's other-mother) the other night about dying and we agreed that we want to die in the middle of a sentence saying something like, "And let me tell you one more thing..."
Screw this long-term illness shit and getting to say good-bye to everyone. Good-byes are highly overrated in my book. I tell everyone I love good-bye with a hug and a kiss every time we part. If that's not good enough, well too bad.
As if we get a choice.

Anyway, Lily and I went to the Latch-On today. Or whatever it was called. It was awesome. I missed "the moment" because Owen didn't want to hang with all the nursing babies and toddlers but wanted to go into the kids' area of the library so I took him. I think Lily was a little worried that Gibson wouldn't want to actually nurse when the moment came but I hear that he cooperated like a champ. There were a lot of ladies there and a lot of babies and a lot of toddlers. Made my old hippie-heart happy.

It was fun hanging with Owen, too. There's a little platform thing that the kids can climb and I observed Owen trying to get close to a little girl who was reading up there. She was probably about seven, WAY too old for him but he gave it a valiant effort.

"You want hold my hand?" he asked her.
"No," she said in an airy tone of voice, her nose buried in her book.
"I give you kiss?" he asked.
"No," she said.
"I give you hug?"
"No," she said again and that was the extent of his bag of tricks but he took it like a man.
He did make friends with another girl whose name was Marie. Marie was five and quite a hoot. She informed me that her sister, who is eleven, is a very good singer. She let Owen hold her hand.

When we left the library, Owen said he wanted to come to my house and so he did. We had to go to the store first and Lily bought him a treat while we were there- a strawberry milk. You know, like chocolate milk, but strawberry flavored? On the way to my house, Owen learned a very important lesson which is that if you suck down approximately half a quart of that stuff in approximately one minute, you will get a terrible belly ache.
Which he did.
"Aaaaggghhh!" he said from the back seat. "My belly hurt!!!"
"Did you drink all that milk already?" I asked him.
"Uh-huh," he said. He was gripping his midsection and panting like a dog.
"And what did you do with your gum? Did you swallow it?"
"Uh-huh!" he wailed.
"Well," I said, "If you need to throw up, just do it and I'll clean you up when we get home. You really shouldn't have swallowed that gum and then drunk all that milk so fast, baby. I'm sorry your belly hurts but that's what happens."
I tried to demonstrate how to breathe slowly in through his nose and out through his mouth to get through the pain but he wasn't interested. He continued to pant and moan. And then he burped.
"Did that help?" I asked.
"Uh-huh!" he said. And he was fine.

And we had a very good time at my house. We played with the chimp who hugs and hoots and we played with Big Bear ("I miss you Big Bear!" he told him) and he put make-up on both the chimp and the bear and also himself and on me. We washed the dogs and were stunned at the number of fleas we saw. He had lunch with his Boppy and we went and checked out Mr. Peep and his new girlfriend and we collected eggs and we played hiding games and we kissed Boppy good-bye when he left to go to Bradenton to see his sister.
"I will miss you, Boppy," he said. "You come home soon?"
"I will, Buddy," Boppy said. "I'll miss you too."

I love it that Owen knows what missing someone or something is these days. I love it when I walk in the door to his house and he throws himself at me and says, "Mer-Mer! I miss you!"
Jesus. Could he be any sweeter?

He also told me today that Gibson is going to hold his hand and walk soon. I am quite frankly stunned at what a loving brother Owen has turned out to be but I give Lily and Jason all the credit for making that happen.

Speaking of Gibson, here are two pictures of him in his car seat. I should have an entire gallery-showing of Gibson-in-his-car-seat portraits. It's just that I sit back there between the two boys when I'm going somewhere with them and Gibson keeps grinning at me. I can't help it. I have to take his picture!

That child is teething with a ferocity the likes of which I have never seen in my life. He got those first two bottom teeth and now all he wants to do is gnaw like a beast on anything he can get his mouth on. He went through a small phase of wanting to gnaw on his mother's ninnie but he seems to be over that. We all have bruised and shredded knuckles. I told Lily that all of these teething toys and frozen breast-milk cubes are fine and dandy but that what he really needs is a pork chop bone to teeth on. 
She was a bit taken aback because of course she's doing what she's supposed to do which is to introduce one food at a time and wait a week until she introduces another and so the idea of just giving the child a bone to chew on is a bit out of her comfort zone. But think about it- wouldn't that be the most natural thing a child could chew on? 
If you're a vegetarian, please forgive me but this boy is way past the chewing-on-a-carrot phase if you ask me. I am telling you- he would gnaw the paw off the cat if he could get it in his mouth. 
Have you seen this video?

If you haven't, you should. What IS it about an English accent? Anyway, that could be Owen and Gibson except that Owen would never stick his finger in Gibson's mouth. He knows better.

So it's Friday night and I'm all alone although Lis is going to come and spend the night with me after her gig at the Mockingbird. Why aren't I there? Well, because I'm lame and also because I went out twice last weekend and because I can't sit for that long. But I'll get to see her tonight and tomorrow morning and that will be a lovely treat.

It HAS been a better day and I'm mighty glad of it. I don't feel as if I am dying anymore although I AM feeling extremely itchy everywhere from my chronic allergic reaction to something I'm doing or eating and I'd just take a Benadryl but if I do that, I'll fall asleep and I really want to try and be awake when Lizzie gets here.

Here's two more pictures:

I just saw this banty rooster (whom I THINK is Topsy) doing the hey-baby-ya-wanna-fuck? dance next to Curly Sue who is twice his size. She politely refused him.

And the book I started reading last night.

I thought I'd read all of her books but it turns out that I have not. I got that in Mobile when Mr. Moon and I were there back in...hell- when WAS that? A few months back.
There never was and never will be a writer like MFK Fisher and she's as soothing and sensible and entertaining as my chickens and I am grateful for many, many things and one of them is her.

The only regret I have about today is that I didn't go to Chick-fil-A and kiss a girl. I would have happily and lovingly kissed all of you, even those of you who are not girls and I'm not just saying that to make a social comment.

I mean it.

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. Sounds like a wonderful day. Love the pics of your little bit,so handsome and cute and stuff :) I would of kissed ya"ll too...Oh yes it works without the #s very groovy....

  2. I would happily and lovingly kiss you as well.

    A burst of laugh upon the Gibson smiling pic., so sweet!

    I love reading about MFK's life too and just finished "An Extravagant Hunger - the Passionate Years of MFK Fisher" Helped me to understand more where here writing came from.

    It makes me smile too to know that you will be spending an evening with Lis... girl joy is just so ......wonderful. Have a great time!

  3. Charlie bit me! And he was so sweet about it. Honey, you go kiss some people at Chick-fil-A for me.We don't have such things here in the NW.

    And if we did, the queers would make such a fuss!!!

    XX Beth

  4. Mary I- Wouldn't that have been lovely? All of us kissing each other?
    Yeah- we don't need those fucking numbers! Go figure.

    liv- Lis and I kiss all the time. I guess I should count that because we do love each other. MFK Fisher is a blessing. Or was. You know.

    Beth- I ain't gonna darken their parking lot. "Such a fuss"- one of my favorite phrases. I'd rather just kiss for fun.

  5. Have you read Laurie Colwin? Read Happy All the Time first, and then go read her cookbooks. She's my Jane Austen.

    XOXO. Pamela the not so PMS'd off today

  6. I found this quotation today and it SO made me think of some of your older posts. I had to share. I love it!

    “We repeatedly tell patients we are not in a hurry; there are no trains to catch and we don't care when the baby comes, only how! A doctor who is in a hurry does not belong in the field of obstetrics. As my chief pointed out, 'An obstetrician should have a big rear end and the good sense to sit calmly thereupon and let nature take its course.”
    ― Robert A. Bradley, Husband-Coached Childbirth: The Bradley Method of Natural Childbirth

  7. Pamela- No! But I will seek her out!

    Mama D- Yes. I think the greatest virtue a good OB or midwife can have is patience. Which is, as we know, the hardest thing of all.

  8. Oh boy. Owen is a boy after Jonah's heart. He asked me recently if we could take a little boy (maybe 2?) home with us that we'd befriended at the library, of all places. Thank god, for him, being seven so far only means he's too cool to hold my hand in public or be told he's handsome. Jonah would have hugged Owen right back and then promptly taught him how to make farting noises with his armpit.

    All my nursing friends were out in public today too, in force. Jonah did seem rather relieved that he was too old to participate.

    Glad you're feeling better.

  9. Oh, I laughed. Poor Owen. Lesson learned, I hope.

  10. Sara- Jonah sounds like a prince. Yay! I'm not reading anything about the Latch-On in the media. Why?
    I'm glad I'm feeling better too. I missed me.

    DTG- He was suffering, I tell you. But he now believes in the power of the burp.

  11. I read every word of this post with the utmost pleasure.

  12. Beautiful post. My very favorite part was you telling Owen to go ahead and throw up if he had to and you'd clean it up. That is a truly loving grandma for you. You rock.

  13. Your grandsons are fabulous but, oh, that video is a cure. My kids laughed too.

    I do love 'Charlie' in that accent. Cho-lay!' So sweet :)

  14. That was so cute of Owen about wanting to kiss and hold hands. I feel his pain on the rejection as well as his elation on the score.

  15. Elizabeth- I sure can wring a lot of words out of a very small life, can't I?

    Anonymous- Well, I just love him to pieces.

    Jo- Isn't it darling? What a sweet big brother.

    Syd- Maybe he needs to learn to play guitar to improve his odds for picking up chicks at the library.


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