Monthly Archives: January 2009

leslie’s bedtime prayer

i have lots to blog about (including my new BROWN hair) but wanted to share this before i forgot about it!

“god is great. god is good. and we thank him for our beds. amen. and thanks for being in my heart, god.”

gosh, i love this kid.

hello, dr…here’s all our money

yesterday was the day for lucy’s 4-month check-up.  hard to believe she’s already 4 months old, but when i stop to consider all the sleepless nights, it sometimes seems like she should be 12 already!  i guess i should preface this story by telling you that i had to take leslie to the pediatrician on monday because she had the seal-like barking kind of cough that accompanies the lovely croup.  of course, this had to happen on a day when school was out (thank you, mlk jr.) so the doctor’s office was PACKED!  normally, we could have just done lucy’s visit a few days early, but that was not the case on monday.  after weight (32 pounds), temperature (a perfect 98.6), and brief exam, we left with a diagnosis of croup, a prescription for steroids, and a sucker (purple, if you were curious).  great.

but maybe not.  thursday morning rolled around and leslie was worse.  her cough had morphed from the barking to a wet, raspy, yucky-sounding cough, and she had spiked a temperature of 101.  so, back to the doctor we went…both girls in tow…again.  (luckily, i had michael with me this time!)  leslie was tested for flu, which was negative (hooray!), and then diagnosed with bronchitis.  lucy got 4 shots and one oral vaccine.  they did all the well baby measurements: 13lbs., 10oz.; 24 1/4″.  she is in the 75th percentile for both height and weight.  amazingly, she is three pounds lighter than her big sis was at 4 months.  that’s right…leslie weighed 16lbs. at 4 months!  so, this time, we left with a new prescription, some mucinex, and two suckers (one for letting the doctor look in her ears, nose, and mouth; the other for letting the nurse stick a q-tip up her nose for the flu test.  

we have paid 4 office visit co-pays, 2 prescription co-pays, and at least $20 in assorted cough, cold, and/or fever-reducing medicines this week.  and guess what?  they’re both sick.  leslie’s fever comes and goes, but her cough is constant.  she has taken so much medicine that she screams whenever she sees me with a measuring spoon in my hand.  and, the best part?  she’s passed her germs on to her baby sister.  know what’s even less fun than a 2-year-old with bronchitis?  a 4-month-old with bronchitis!  my days are spent wiping noses, applying vick’s baby rub (the inventor of this stuff should get some sort of award), taking temperatures, and snuggling with sick babies.  maybe next week will be healthier…and less expensive!

ma’s refrigerator…

never has any food in it, but that is not the point.  (at least, that is not the point of THIS post…maybe a future one.)

the point of this particular post is this:  

growing up, ma had all sorts of magazine clippings hanging on our refrigerator.  some were cheesey (like this one), some were silly, and some were just ma.  you’d have to know her.  anyway, i guess she decided that it was time for the passing of the refrigerator-worthy clippings, and i was the lucky (lucky?) recipient.  one of the things she gave me is called ‘children learn what they live.’  of course, growing up, i’d seen it daily as i walked past the refrigerator, but i had never really stopped to look at it until today.  honestly, even if i had read it during one of the countless times i glanced at it growing up, i don’t think i really would have gotten it until leslie and lucy came into my life.  so, here it is:

if children live with criticism, they learn to condemn.

if children live with hostility, they learn to fight.

if children live with fear, they learn to be apprehensive.

if children live with pity, they learn to feel sorry for themselves.

if children live with ridicule, they learn to be shy.

if children live with jealousy, they learn what envy is.

if children live with shame, they learn to feel guilty.

if children live with encouragement, they learn to be confident.

if children live with tolerance, they learn to be patient.

if children live with praise, they learn to be appreciative.

if children live with acceptance, they learn to love.

if children live with approval, they learn to like themselves.

if children live with recognition, they learn that it is good to have a goal.

if children live with sharing, they learn to be generous.

if children live with fairness, they learn justice.

if children live with honesty, they learn truth.

if children live with security, they learn to have faith in themselves and in those about them.

if children live with friendliness, they learn that the world is a nice place in which to live.


i have no idea where ma found this…probably reader’s digest…but i’m glad she saved it.  i will hang it on our refrigerator as a reminder of the kind of world i want leslie and lucy to experience, and also of the kind of mother i would like to be…it will hang right next to this artifact from ma’s refrigerator.  🙂


preschool…the new college

the last two weeks have been full of preschool visits around here.  before i had leslie & lucy, i swore i would not get sucked into the craziness that is finding the *perfect* preschool.  i mean, it’s PREschool, right?  she’s three.  this is not college.  but, somehow, it feels like the most important choice i’ve ever made.  the people at her preschool will be responsible for her.  it will be the first time in her life (aside from the mom’s day out program she’s in right now) that someone besides me will be in charge of taking care of her and teaching her the things she needs to know.  and it’s a little scary.  we’ve decided to do montessori because it feels less like school and more like exploring with some accidental knowledge thrown in.  i’ve been to all the montessori schools in town.  they are mostly all the same; some bigger, some smaller, some closer, some farther, some reasonably priced, and some i’d have to start an illegal business to pay for.  and i’ve filled out applications.  and added our name to waiting lists.  so now comes the hard part.  making the choice.  sending her somewhere to make new friends, learn new things, and survive without her mommy.  she’s growing up just a little too quickly.  things are going to change.  she’s going to start making her own friends, and that scares me.  what if i don’t like them?  what if their parents are weird?  what if somebody in her class calls her a mean name?  what if she comes home crying?  what if?  what if?  what if?  it is the “what ifs” of her life that scare me the most.  until now, i’ve gotten to choose her friends, her activities, her clothes (for the most part)…and now it’s time for her to start making those choices.  it is the letting go that will be the most difficult for this mommy.  i know that i’ll survive, she’ll be fine, and life will go on.  but i’m sure going to miss these days, these friends (the friends that i got to choose because they happen to have really awesome moms who keep me sane, worry about the same things, and love to go out for pedicures and chocolate desserts), and this part of her life…the part before preschool.  before i turned around and had an almost-three-year-old.

img_2698img_3067leslie’s buddies. lexie & nate. she really loves them.

super ballet

well, saturday was leslie’s first day of ballet class.  i’m not sure why, but she refers to it as “super ballet school,” and her teacher is a “super ballet.”  not a ballerina…just a ballet.  whatever.  as long as she’s happy, that’s all that matters, right?  she did a pretty good job…she definitely learned more than i thought she did, as she keeps telling me, “point, mommy!  that’s how we dance!”  i oblige and point my toe, which brings a beautiful smile to my little girl’s face.  here she is, all dressed for class:

img_3497we expect you all to drop everything and come to her first recital…


last night, as leslie was on the potty, michael was reading ‘lady and the tramp’ to her and he dropped the book on the floor.

“daddy, say ‘dammit,'” she told him.

new year’s resolution #4: stop saying “dammit” in front of leslie.



my girls love their daddy.  i think the times i realize this the most are when the weather is bad and we drive michael to work.  this morning just happened to be one of those times.  the four of us bundled up (the youngest two of us still in our pajamas) and headed for the car.  the hospital is only 2 miles from our house, but with traffic it takes us about 15 minutes to get there.  this morning, leslie had to be coaxed into the car with marshmallows (questionable parenting at its best!).  we arrived at the hospital, michael got out of the car, opened leslie’s door, and gave her a big hug and several kisses (she reciprocated by licking his cheek).  in the process, she wrapped her sweet little arms tightly around his neck and said, “daddy, don’t leave me.  stay with us!”  as i watched this unfold from the front seat, i was struck with how much leslie really loves her daddy…and how much he loves her back.  the looks on both of their faces said it all…heartbreak on his and love mixed with a little bit of uncertainty and confusion on hers.  i guess it’s hard for a 2-year-old to understand why her daddy has to go to work every day…but not as hard as it is for that daddy to close the door on his little girl and walk through the hospital doors.  so today we feel blessed to have such a sweet daddy who loves us no matter what.

img_3468but we’re still just a little sad that he had to go to work…