Five On You

posted on 05/21/2013 by 7 Comments

 

Five on you looks like holes in the knees of every pair of pants you wear -

hands on, knees on, down and dirty with life.

It looks like a boy’s face, with a baby’s eyes -

wonder, mischief, soaking it all in.

Five looks tall and strong…

and tender, and needy.

Five looks like mealtime struggles and boo boo snuggles.

Like a monkey on acid at 6pm.

It looks like a mean struggle to be independent.

It looks like a deep need to be taken care of.

Five tells a lot of poop jokes…

followed by fart jokes.

Five looks like backpacks and school.

Like pinky swears and negotiations.

Five on you looks like a proud big brother, and an irritated past only child.

It looks like wit and a sharp sense of humor, with candy and sprinkles in between.

It sounds like whispers of “I love you, Mommy”, and screams of “I can do it by myself!”

It gives you permission to run farther away, and an eternity passes before you look back to see if I’m still there.

Five sounds like questions questions questions.

It sounds like even more questions.

Five on you is a fascination with the weather, a love of numbers,

and wanting to use the men’s room instead of the ladies’ room with mommy.

Five looks too big for my arms to hold,

but has never kept me from trying.

Five on you looks beautiful…

and heartbreaking…

and smacks of the passage of time.

Five says goodbye to being a baby, and embarks on the journey into true kid-dom.

Five on you

is hard on me…

In the most naturally exquisite way.

Take five by storm.

You’re ready…

and don’t forget to look back to see if I’m still there…

because I always will be.

 

jenni chiu sig

Happy Birthday, my son.

 

How quickly time flies.

How quickly time flies.

 

 

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Did my birthday happen?

posted on 12/20/2012 by 10 Comments

 

Monday was my birthday and I’m not sure if it even happened.

We just moved into our new home several days ago, both of my boys got sick, ended up at the ER with ear infections, and after four nights of the baby not sleeping, I’m not sure I can count anymore – so who gives a crap how old I am.

My birthday was spent holding a crying baby for hours on end while entertaining a sick but very awake four year old.  My husband was good enough to pick up sushi on the way home so I didn’t have to cook, but my mother didn’t call because of her work schedule combined with our time difference, and my father didn’t call because he probably didn’t even know what day it was.

There was no cake.

Birthdays are weird after you have kids and get older.  Responsibilities take no pause.  There are no party hats and cute invitations sent out to all your friends.  There are less and less milestones… sweet sixteen, voting age, drinking age, old enough to rent a car.

This is how people start to forget how old they are.

So for my birthday, I ask that you please read this post from a year ago.  Then, by doing some simple math you can figure out how old I am and fill me in…

But first I’m going to take a nap.

 

 

 

That’s a lie.

I’m just going to wish I could take a nap.

 

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Probiotics and fiber – because my in-laws are coming.

posted on 05/18/2012 by 7 Comments

Hot Father and Hot Mother in-law are coming into town for Bam Bam’s fourth birthday this weekend.  They are the awesomest in-laws a lady could ask for, but do you remember that other time they were in town when my insides rebelled?  Despite the fact that Hot Nerd did the most romantic thing on the planet on that occasion, I think I’m still scarred.

My stomach has some kind of weird muscle memory when they are around, and goes all topsy turvy.  Or maybe it’s a desperate attempt to pull another romantic gesture out of my husband.

Either way, I’ve been upping my dose of probiotics and fiber, people.  I’m getting my digestive tract in tip top shape for this visit.  So far, all it’s done is create a gas ball the size of a house in my gut.  I’m sure the stress of planning this birthday party isn’t helping, but I haven’t lost hope.

Truth be told, I’ve had too much yeast in my gut for a while now, so the in-laws are not completely guilty of causing irregular bodily functions.

I’m sure the birthday party will be fantastic – kids love birthdays, and are probably much easier to please than we think.  I just hope I don’t let the gas ball out at the party amidst thirty to forty people.

If I do, I’m totally blaming it on the baby.

 

 

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37 years

posted on 12/19/2011 by 28 Comments

37 years of treading.

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37 years of seeing.

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37 years of participating.

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32 years of being hard as a rock.

5 years of stretching, shrinking, and incubating.

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34 years of being barely there.

3 years of doing what they were made to do.

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37 years of tears.

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37 years of laughs.

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I am older

and wiser than I ever thought I’d be.

Yet still surprised when sometimes…

I don’t know jack shit.

Happy Birthday to me.

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Ridiculously random updates- the meat edition.

posted on 06/01/2011 by 13 Comments

It’s time for another round of ridiculously random updates.  So here are some things that I may or may not have remembered to tell you about.  Seriously… I don’t remember… pregnancy brain is a very real thing.

 

  • My husband, the Hot Nerd that he is, has finally graduated and gotten his Masters’ Degree in Civil Engineering.  He did it while working full time, so… kudos!  It also means the end of single parenting for me, so… thank jeebus!  A by product of this, however, is that he is home almost every night all up in my business… and I have to cook for him and watch television shows that appeal to both of us.  I am finding these things to be a challenge.
  • Bam Bam turned three, and I openly find myself weeping for his gone baby years.  I threw a kick ass birthday party and we rented a bouncy house.  I also took zero pictures.  I demand a do over.
  • We found out the baby cooking in my belly is going to be another boy.  My husband suggested we name him Meat.
  • I find this interesting since I have a very profound craving for meat.  Weird since just two months ago I was doing research to ensure a healthy pregnancy as a vegetarian.
  • I love meat.
  • I lost my big toenail.  I am not at liberty to tell you why… but it is just in time for sandal season.
  • One of my Tweets was made into a song by the fabulous guys over at We Sing Your Tweets.  You must go and listen.  I smiled.  I laughed.  I farted.  I laughed harder.
  • A re-run of the episode of Criminal Minds that I did was on… but was totally upstaged by the world learning of Osama Bin Laden’s death.  He’s such a jerk.
  • I’ll be in San Diego at BlogHer ’11 in August.  If you are going too, let me know-  we can meet and you can rub my belly for good luck.
  • The latest update on my feelings for you is that I still love you all deeply.

 

 

 

 

 

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