Month: September 2010

amelia · http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008/kind#post · madelynne · motherhood

Random Mornings

Lindsey P. Brackett1 Comment

You know there are some things I really like about early mornings.  Like

…the smell of coffee.
…the mist over the football field at school.
…Annabelle’s disheveled hair.
…sunrise when it’s all orange and pink and gold.
…the quiet and stillness before everyone and everything really wakes up and gets going.

But I’m getting worn out greeting every morning before the crack of dawn.  I’m sure everyone on our connector flight to Charlotte at 5:30 a.m. Saturday morning is just going to love that our baby is a morning person.  Not only is she an early riser, she’s one of those annoyingly chipper morning people who want to play and laugh and engage in activities generally reserved for late afternoon.  Or at least post-coffee.

Joshua blames me because I don’t see the point in letting her “cry it out” when I have to get up in thirty minutes anyway (and by have to I really mean should because it will give me more time to enjoy the things on that list above).

I blame him.  I have good reason for this.  He’s always been a morning person.  You know, one of those who likes to get to work early to get everything done before they’re even on the clock kind of people.  He has passed this trait down to Annabelle who sweetly gets up each morning and gets dressed and comes to play with Amelia who also, apparently, has this……gift.  Yeah, that’s a nice way to put it.

Thank goodness for Madelynne.  At least I have one child who knows the value of sleeping in. 

After all, those morning things are good but the rest of the day has benefits, too.  We’ll see if I stay awake to enjoy it.

Manic Monday

Manic Monday

Lindsey P. Brackett3 Comments

I really don’t know how it is possible that I found time to blog last week about Amelia’s accident, but could not find time in the rest of the week to let you all know that she’s fine.  I mean, she must be all healed up since this week she has crawled from the living room down the hall to the girls’ room looking for me, pulled herself up to a standing position necessitating a lowering of the crib, and bounced herself silly in the new jumper her Mimi bought her because she was so “pitiful.” Yeah, right.  More like manipulative.

So, anyway, she’s good and it’s Monday again and I have more to do than should be allowed in the next four days before we head out to Utah to visit Ashley.  Today I’m manic. 

I’ve mopped the floor because Amelia refuses to stay on the rug and insists that hardwoods are more fun, been to Jazzercise so that I am allowed to eat more dessert, and made a dozen lists in my head of all the things I hope I remember to pack/look up/check on before we leave.  Does anyone know if there are baby food/formula restrictions on airlines?

I hate feeling so unfocused.  I am really trying to work on my writing and actually try to get some articles together to submit some places and the result of that is that for the past few days my thoughts have been so scattered I can’t even think of how to get them together for this blog. 

Thanks for reading anyway and I promise to the next post will be more entertaining.

30 Blog Challenge · amelia · Manic Monday

Manic Monday

Lindsey P. Brackett1 Comment

Well it started with a broken copier and ended with a broken rib, so I think this Monday definitely qualifies as manic.  On the upside I almost saw Jennifer Aniston today.

Our manic Monday was cruising right along this evening when it turned into panic.  I had taken the girls to the park where we had more meltdowns than fun, made and cleaned up dinner, mopped the kitchen floor so I wouldn’t feel badly about Amelia crawling on it, and was getting ready to take a shower.  Here there’s more to this story than I’m going to share, but basically Amelia was dropped far enough to make us rush her to the ER.

Now that I’ve made you gasp and have those of you who know me reaching for your cell phones, just know she’s okay.  She has a hairline fracture to a rib, but it’s so small that our family doctor had to magnify the film ten times to see it. (As an aside, our doc is quite good at calming his wife’s hysterical friends.) She’s sore, to be sure, and she didn’t really cry immediately but began to breathe with a “hitch” and that was the scariest moment of all.  Now that we’re several hours past the event, she seems to be fine.  She’s actually sleeping, which is good, but we’ll be up all night on and off waking her up to make sure she stays alright.

I’m sure that tomorrow after I’ve had time to process and over analyze I’ll give you some deep reflection on how it feels to have the passing thought that my baby might be taking her last breaths, but for now, just know that she’s okay.  And that’s the most reflection I need to have.

30 Blog Challenge · birthdays · madelynne

Just a Happy Birthday

Lindsey P. Brackett1 Comment

There’s no reason.  Really there’s not.  No reason at all that birthday parties for kiddos should be so stressful.

Seriously, all kids really want to do is play and eat cake frosting, and open presents. 

So that’s what we did.  Now, don’t get me wrong.  I love a well-planned event of celebration that involves such craziness as water slides or spa treatments or bouncy houses.

But I can’t handle all that stress.  Or work.  And by checking account can’t handle all those deductions.

So this year the rule is sweet and simple.  Yet, somehow I was still a little stressed.  It’s hard to put it all together when the baby is fussy and the birthday girl wants to play with all the bubbles before the guests arrive and the cake slides over in the car and the icing gets stuck to the side of the box.

But overall, it was less stressful than last year when the entire pitcher of lemonade spilled in the car after Joshua hit the brakes to avoid a suicidal squirrel on our way to the park to have a party in the rain.

Here’s some pics of all the fun: