I have acquired a new name. Actually, I've had it for a little over a year at this point. My new name is now and probably will forever be, Pookie's Mom. On one hand this really irks me. I have a name, it's Marie. It took me a while to like my first name. Now that I actually like it, I would like to keep it. Thank you in advance. I fully realize that it is much easier to just refer to me as Pookie's Mom, rather than remember my first name. Just think of the horror, having to remember two names instead of just one! Eek! However, I am in no position to really complain about this. I have a horrible time remembering names.
Recently, I was talking with another mom. She was saying how she is always referred to as (fill-in-the-blank)'s Mom. Now that her daughter is 19, she feels a sense of pride that her daughter likes her to be referred to as that. Her daughter is proud that her mom is her mom. My brain started whirling. Back in the day, people were called the "son of", aka Erickson, Davidson... you get the point. The Son of Eric, the Son of David. It's a way of saying where you come from. In an odd way, being "Pookie's Mom" is like that, only in reverse. It's a way of saying that we belong to each other. Frankly, that is a good thing indeed.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Oil and soap
Normally today Pookie and I would go to playgroup. Pookie's naps have been all over the place and he is now in a trend of taking a nap when we are supposed to be going to the playgroup. Boo. I had purchased some pansies and wanted to get them into the ground sooner rather than later. I decided today would be the day! We had a bit of a rough start this morning. Pookie was playing with the dresser drawers and managed to shut a finger in a drawer. We moved to the kitchen, and while I was making breakfast, I hit him in the head with the refrigerator door. Ouch. After Pookie's nap we went out to plant some flowers.
Pookie was an excellent helper. He helped our neighbor to our left and to our right. With the first one, he helped her look at her flag. Then with the second one, he helped play with her dog. He had fun waving at the garbage men. Let's not forget about the hole he was trying to dig to China. Such a pretty hole! Of course the best place to put the dirt was on his lap. He helped me water the flowers. Then he decided to mosey on over to the garage. As he was coming out of the garage, I noticed a brown liquid on his hands an face. He got into the motor oil. A phone call to the Poison Control Center later, and we are all good. (Did you know that the PCC will call you back at regular intervals to make sure everything is still okay? Talk about customer service! They rock!) Seeing as Pookie was covered in oil, I needed to scrub him down. I grabbed the dish detergent, seeing as it's tough on grease. Plus, it was the closest thing I could grab. Wouldn't you know it, Pookie ate the soap. I think I am officially surrendering. This child will eat anything. I'm just waiting for soap bubbles to be coming out one end or the other.
Pookie was an excellent helper. He helped our neighbor to our left and to our right. With the first one, he helped her look at her flag. Then with the second one, he helped play with her dog. He had fun waving at the garbage men. Let's not forget about the hole he was trying to dig to China. Such a pretty hole! Of course the best place to put the dirt was on his lap. He helped me water the flowers. Then he decided to mosey on over to the garage. As he was coming out of the garage, I noticed a brown liquid on his hands an face. He got into the motor oil. A phone call to the Poison Control Center later, and we are all good. (Did you know that the PCC will call you back at regular intervals to make sure everything is still okay? Talk about customer service! They rock!) Seeing as Pookie was covered in oil, I needed to scrub him down. I grabbed the dish detergent, seeing as it's tough on grease. Plus, it was the closest thing I could grab. Wouldn't you know it, Pookie ate the soap. I think I am officially surrendering. This child will eat anything. I'm just waiting for soap bubbles to be coming out one end or the other.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
The great outdoors (aka the backyard)
Pookie is not a fan of grass. I find this remarkably funny, because Rob is a landscaper. I don't think Pookie likes the feel of it. I can't say that I blame the kid, it does feel a little scratchy. For the past year, whenever I try to put Pookie on the grass, he lifts his feet up. Pookie will go to great lengths to make sure he is touching the least amount of lawn possible.
Last Monday, Pookie got his first pair of real shoes! He is very proud of his new shoes and loves to show them off to people. Later in the week, we had gone for a walk and when we got home I tried to get Pookie to walk on the lawn. He kept making a bee line to the nearest form of pavement he could find. Poor kid. I finally managed to get him to walk around on the lawn. Of course he aimed himself for the most dangerous part of the back yard. At the end of our property is a piece of city owned land. The edge of our backyard drops off and is covered in rocks. At the bottom the rocks there is an area that tends to get a little swampy with wet weather. It's full of trees, brush and an assortment of wildlife. I'm sure Pookie is going to have a grand old time playing back there when he gets older. For now, all I can think of is Pookie trying to walk on the rocks. Then slipping, falling and getting cut up by the various debris.
At the edge of the rocks there is a rather large tree. Rob has taken an arm of it off and has left the stump behind. Of course the stump has some very interesting splinters coming out of it. That means that Pookie is beyond interested in this stump. I think it helps that it's about Pookie height and the that Dada cut it down. Nothing like having something right at eye level. This means that every time we are in the yard, we need to go and visit the stump. Pookie proceeds to point at it and say dada, in a quiet voice. Yes, Dada cut down that part of the tree, I reply. It has gotten to the point where one of our neighbors was at her window and called out, mentioning how Pookie is in his favorite spot. We have since introduced Dada to the infamous spot. He was appropriately impressed.
Last Monday, Pookie got his first pair of real shoes! He is very proud of his new shoes and loves to show them off to people. Later in the week, we had gone for a walk and when we got home I tried to get Pookie to walk on the lawn. He kept making a bee line to the nearest form of pavement he could find. Poor kid. I finally managed to get him to walk around on the lawn. Of course he aimed himself for the most dangerous part of the back yard. At the end of our property is a piece of city owned land. The edge of our backyard drops off and is covered in rocks. At the bottom the rocks there is an area that tends to get a little swampy with wet weather. It's full of trees, brush and an assortment of wildlife. I'm sure Pookie is going to have a grand old time playing back there when he gets older. For now, all I can think of is Pookie trying to walk on the rocks. Then slipping, falling and getting cut up by the various debris.
At the edge of the rocks there is a rather large tree. Rob has taken an arm of it off and has left the stump behind. Of course the stump has some very interesting splinters coming out of it. That means that Pookie is beyond interested in this stump. I think it helps that it's about Pookie height and the that Dada cut it down. Nothing like having something right at eye level. This means that every time we are in the yard, we need to go and visit the stump. Pookie proceeds to point at it and say dada, in a quiet voice. Yes, Dada cut down that part of the tree, I reply. It has gotten to the point where one of our neighbors was at her window and called out, mentioning how Pookie is in his favorite spot. We have since introduced Dada to the infamous spot. He was appropriately impressed.
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