A mother's day present

Barf. This evening. I kid you not.

And I suppose I should add diarrhea from Friday and Saturday. Winston has been sick (see previous post). He seemed ok since yesterday, so he went to school today, while I stayed home sick. Got the call from daycare that the diarrhea was back. No sooner was he home than he barfed all over the both of us and the living room rug.

Now that we both have showered and are sitting here watching Nemo together, I realize that this whole recent sickness was really my mothers day present. For only a mom can be drenched in vomit and be soley focused on their child. I scooped Winston up and rushed into the bathroom, did an initial clean-up and made sure he was ok before I realized that I had vomit in between my toes. But it didn't matter. Now, that's the real gift. I am indeed a mom. For that I am most thankful. Vomit and all.

I am not being sarcastic. I am serious. It's the times like this when I have perfect clarity and all the stresses of work, etc slip away. My child is sick and all that matters is how I can protect him and make him well and feel better. I need to remember to thank Winston for making me a mommy (and Jay too ((wink))). It shouldn't take vomit to remind me. :-|

Misc. weekend fun

Things to remember:

- Winston saying "gosh"

- Jay and Winston diapering the elephant

- Winston chowing on Lil Smokies at Costco

* if I don't just chronicle simple things like snapshots in my mind, I certainly run the risk of forgetting them.

20 months today!

NEWSFLASH!

Winston is 20 months old today! We are in the "twenties" in counting months. Soon we will be in years. Oy! This momma is not ready.

Happy Halloween - just a few weeks early :-)

I love Halloween! It is my favorite holiday. In honor of the day Tales from Winston's World is getting in the spirit - quite literally w/these ghosties.

My work big events for the semester are done and it's time to prep for vacation (woo hoo!) and then Halloween at the end of the month. Yiippeee!!!!!!!!!

Winston is doing well. He and his daddy had some good bonding time these last two weekends. And I think the boys are on the mend from their sicknesses. I worry that it's getting me now, tho. Bummer. I am pushing the snake-oil (aka Airborne) and hoping for the best. Keeping fingers crossed.

We went to the StrideRite outlet yesterday (Sunday) and got Winston 4 pairs of shoes. Sneakers, some nicer active-wear type shoes, sandals for Mexico and, drumroll .......

SNOW BOOTS!!!!

And all for a smokin' good price. Will try to post pix of Wynn in the boots soon. (He also got some croc-like shoes at the Carter's outlet). Yeah, we went to the outlets thinking we'd be there an hour or so. 4 hours later we left. Yeah. Winston also made out well at Old Navy and Carters.

That's it for now. I need to get back to work and fly through some stuff before vacation! Yehaw!!!!

Random musing for the day

I get it now; the whole appearance of the professional working (out of the home) mom. Or, rather, the illusion.

Whenever I see a well-put together mom either out with her kids, or picking-up/dropping-off at daycare I am so impressed. And downright jealous. I am talking about the perfect hair, the nice crisp suit, stylish shoes. And general lack of anxiety. And least there doesn’t seem to be any anxiety that’s readily perceived from the onlooker (me). If anything there is a sense of business. Like the mom in question is already in “office-mode” and the kids know it. Everything seems to click along like a well-oiled machine.

Yeah, that’s all bunk.

The professional working mommy knows how to put up a smoke-screen. How do I know this? I think I am doing it. I am dressed up today. Not really, just looking more “professional” and more “suited” (pun-intended) for my “director” title. At least I feel that way. And I noticed that the teachers at daycare treated me a bit differently, another “suited” mom gave me a knowing look at drop-off. I kept thinking, “what’s up?” And, oh yeah, the handful of other times I look a bit different in my dress (and perhaps as a result, my demeanor), things were also somehow different. Then it hit me. They think I “look” like I have it together. HA!!

See, I get it. I finally get it.