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Nekkid Mole Rats and Other Random Tuesday Thoughts

26 Tuesday Jan 2010

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Naked Mole Rat Gets DressedEmmy loves running around in her diaper at bedtime, yelling, “Imma naked mole rat!” Seeing as how our thermostat is set to 65 degrees, I try to round her up to get her pajamas on as quickly as possible. Two-year-olds + Bedtime = Trouble

We took Emmy bowling for her first time on Sunday. She didn’t care how many pins she knocked down, or if the ball even made it down the alley. All she cared about was the PINK BOWLING BALL we found for her to use!

Lily has been bowling a couple of times before, and since she insisted on throwing her 7-pound ball by herself, it rolled as slowly as molasses. It always made its way to the pins, eventually. Ed and I were so glad we only prepaid for ONE game. Otherwise we would still be there, watching Lily’s ball roooolllll doooowwwwnnnn theeee allllleeeeyyy.

I just remembered I left a laundry basket of clean shirts on the laundry room floor in the basement. I really need to go get that basket, or a spider is going to crawl into my shirts. There is probably a spider crawling in that basket as I write this. A spider? Heck, there’s probably a whole family of spiders moving in RIGHT NOW!

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P.S. One of my pet peeves is when people center their writing on their blog. But today, I’m doing it. Live with it.

Sticky Little Hand Prints

25 Monday Jan 2010

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Late last night, the girls were asleep, and while I was in the master bedroom, I heard some furious whispers coming from the stairwell. I crept out to investigate, and saw no one there. I knew it had to be Ed making those noises, but at the same time I wondered what in the world was making him talk to himself?

As I wandered downstairs, Ed soon appeared with a spray bottle of Formula 409. Now I knew exactly what he was up to. There were several sticky little hand prints on the wall going up the stairs, and Ed had spotted them.

About a year before Ed and I were married, I brought up the idea of adoption. After having breast cancer, chemotherapy, taking the drug Tamoxifen for five years, and then having huge, orange-size uterine fibroids removed along with part of an ovary, I feared that I wouldn’t be able to have children. Ed and I agreed that if it turned out that I was infertile, we would go the adoption route.

When Ed and I started trying to have a baby, it didn’t take long before we found out Lily was on her way. I was unable to have my regular mammograms when I was pregnant and breastfeeding, so we didn’t try to have our second baby until I had that mammogram and everything checked out okay. Emmy was on her way three months after my mammogram. My fears, obviously, never came true.

And so when I saw those sticky hand prints on the wall last week, I was happy to be in my own, toy-strewn, chaotic house with sticky hand prints on the wall. This is the kind of house I’ve always dreamed of having. I resisted cleaning off those sticky little hand prints. A house full of little ones with sticky hands and mouths, runny noses, and giggles is exactly what I want.

Being sentimental about those sticky hand prints didn’t cause me to stop Ed in his tracks, however. Eventually, I would have gotten out the Formula 409 myself. Sticky hand prints on the wall can only be sentimental for a limited time. Plus, I have a rule…never interrupt your husband when he is in cleaning mode, or he might never be moved to clean again!