Saturday...
Rough morning on the Mommy and Caleb front. First of all, I would like to admit that I am exhausted, so I concede that much of the problem is coming from me. I woke up at four this morning and couldn’t go back to sleep. On top of many, many nights of not very much sleep, it seems an almost insurmountable difficulty. Blech.
Jonny had to go to work this morning, which is kind of a rough thing for me. I’m tired, hot, and pregnanter than I remember being with Caleb ~ I was kind of hoping to have a little support this morning. Ah well, the man is kicking butt at his job, and maybe we won’t have to worry about money so much in a few months if he puts in the hours he needs to now.
I knew it was going to be a long one when Caleb chose four different shoes to wear, and screamed bloody murder that I couldn’t figure out a way to make all of them work. He kept changing his mind for ten minutes. I finally said, “NO SHOES!” and walked away. Of course he followed me, screaming, which I can handle, but then he hit me and screamed no. That’s when the discipline happens, and he knows it. Unfortunately, when I was grabbing him to smack his hand, he threw himself down, and my thumbnail caught him in the corner of the nose and scratched him.
I still smacked his hand.
Ten minutes later, he had calmed down and apologized. We decided not to wear shoes, since he was going to help Mommy in the kitchen. Unfortunately, when I had taken down a pot earlier that morning, I had jarred something on my pot rack loose, and when I opened the refrigerator door, a frying pan fell from the ceiling and smashed into the counter and then the handle caught him on the forehead. I think he was scared more than anything, but of course he fell apart again.
We’ve been reading the same two books for the last thirty minutes. Now Mommy is ready to fall apart. One of them doesn’t even have WORDS! How am I supposed to read it a dozen times? But then he went and brought me a matching set of shoes – hooray! – and decided to play in his sandbox for a while. I’m writing this down to remind myself of why it might be better to keep Gavi inside for a while. Because the lack of sleep due to bladder teeny-ness is messing with my head enough to make me think it would be better if he were born.
Which is stark, raving crazy, I know. But when something is tough, you’re willing to do whatever to change the circumstances in hopes that it will make things better. But rash decisions like, I don’t know, perhaps wanting to go to the zoo and run around after Caleb for a few hours in hopes it will pop me into labor, are probably not what’s best for me or my unborn son. Poor kid, his mom’s a little psycho right now.
But here are some adorable things that keep me sane: first of all, Caleb and Daddy are playing the guitar together quite a bit lately. It started with one guitar, both of them playing, and has evolved into two guitars, usually dueling. Caleb’s favorite part of it – other than Daddy’s attention – is the pick. He LOVES dropping the pick into the center of the guitar and making Dad get it for him ~ after he tries to shake it out himself. It’s adorable!
Also, he’ll say “bed” to me at least once a day, and that’s our cue to hop up in Mommy’s bed and cuddle, tickle, read and generally just relax together for a while. It happens JUST when I need it the most. I swear, the kid is already listening to the Holy Spirit when it comes to Mommy needing a breather!
He’s also REALLY into “babies” and “puppies,” two terms that encompass every stuffed, real or toy animal in the world. Grandma Fashbaugh gave him a caterpillar on a string for Christmas last year, and he pulls it around and tells me about his puppy. At first I tried to correct him, but it’s so silly to try to get a not overly verbal not-quite-two year old to say a four syllable word when he’s perfectly happy as is. And I took down a bag full or stuffed animals that he hadn’t seen in a while, and he proudly proclaimed all his little bears “babies.” (Half of them were beanie babies, so maybe he’s just a genius!)
OHMIGOODNESS! Jonny just called ~ he was only going to stay at work for a half day, but he just got a call from a prospect that he just contacted yesterday, and the guy is going to look over Jonathan’s contract and give him a call in a few hours. It would be his biggest sale yet, so I’m putting the kibosh on the irritation that he’s not going to be home today. After all, he IS going to be home on Monday!
Or the kibosh shall be lifted.
Gotta get lunch ready so we can take a nice nap and maybe Mommy can quit being a wishy-washy fruitcake. Cross your fingers that it’s even a possibility at this point!
posted by Amanda @ 10:40 AM
What a beautiful son you have. Why in the world would you have him circumcised? Don't you think that God created a perfect son in Caleb? Why on earth would any parent think their design of the human body be any superior than that of God's?
I pray you'll leave your next child intact, as he was perfectly designed.
Please visit some websites for more information on why circumcision is not the best choice you can make for your son, such as nocirc.org or cirp.org .
You wouldn't want your child making cosmetic design decisions for your body, would you?
I'll be praying for you. I hope you have a safe delivery and a healthy child.
Thanks, Dana! We certainly think he's gorgeous as well! I know that the circumcision question is definitely a debatable one, but we've made our choices based on past family medical history. Plus, I can't believe that God views it as damaging perfection ~ since he required his children to be circumcised as a sign of his covenant relationship with him. My husband and I have reviewed the websites you mentioned, and while we find them informative, they don't sway our thinking. Thanks for the well-wishes!