Tuesday, November 27, 2012

No penis was hurt in the making of this post


Been getting a number of phone calls about Mac. Mac is our first son, the curly blonde up there. He's a free spirit to say the least. He's dancing all by himself in that photo. There is no music playing. He's just happy and getting his groove on.

The phone calls are from school. He has a number of behaviors that are upsetting to the teacher/recess kid watcher person. Pushing, grabbing, chucking balls at others.

For Mac, like all boys, social justice is a big trigger. If someone cuts in the lunch line, takes a toy, sticks out a tongue. . . it's an act of war. And boys--being boys--respond physically. Hence the pushing, grabbing, chucking balls AND PHONE CALLS FROM HIS TEACHER.

These type of phone calls make me crazy. The mommy bear instinct rises up and I get huffy about them. How dare they talk smack about Mac? He's a loving kid with goofiness galore. He has so much empathy and love. He's a good kid.

Also, what am I suppose to do about his behavior AT SCHOOL? I am home/at work. NOT THERE. I can't do anything about it. So I sympathize and comfort the teacher on these phone calls. Kids are nuts.


Then after I comfort the teacher-- I discuss the situation with Mr. Hall. He's better with this type of thing than I. He suggests a number of things and they are tried. But we still get phone calls. It's a work in progress.

Mr. Hall doesn't make a big deal about it. He is very calm and reminds me of the penis bite . . .

This one time, at dinner with couple friends, the mom leans in, almost in tears. These are good friends, NORMAL friends. The mom leans and tells me about a note she got when she picked up her little boy at day care that day.

She said, "They said he pulled another boy's pants down and bit his penis." The boy was three.


As long as we don't get that type of phone call, we should be ok.


Tuesday, November 13, 2012

then . . . .this conversation happened


ME: Hello
THEM: This is Katie from the brown county vet's office, we just wanted to let you know, we have your prints.
ME:   Prints? (I'm cornfused. I didn't have any photos taken recently)
THEM: Yes, this is the vet's office, we have prints for you.
ME: (I'm still confused. Why is a vet's office calling? My husband is a veteran. But why would a veteran's office be calling about prints of photos?)  I'm sorry, who is this again?
THEM: Brown county veterinarian clinic. We have Prince for you.
This is Prince:
(But wait. Prince died a week ago. It was quick and easy. My husband took him in and that was that. So why are they calling now?)
ME: I'm sorry, my husband had taken him in last week. Um, Prince had passed on.
THEM: Yes, and we have him.
(At this point I am so confused. I am picturing my cat was left in a freezer for a week and they want us to pick him up. I start to think about the movie Pet Cemetery. THE LAND'S GONE SOUR!!!!)
ME: Um,  I'm so sorry. I don't quite understand. Mr. Hall had brought him in so I'm not sure what . . . um. . . was he sent somewhere?
THEM: Yes, and we have his ashes for you.
NOW IT ALL MAKES SENSE. They have his ashes because Mr. Hall sent him out to be cremated.
See now, if they had said, "We have Prince's ashes" in the first sentence, I would have totally understood. Instead it took like 10 minutes of me NOT UNDERSTANDING what the hell.
Which is ok. My brain is mush from nursing our new baby every two hours. I'm nursing him while I'm typing this for land's sake!! He won't stop eating!!!
We had Prince for over 15 years. I highly recommend a Siamese. They never get fat or too friendly. They also don't shed.
Sadly, Prince will never get to know our newest boy. He did get plenty of Mac love though.
RIP Prince Albert in a Can Hall.
You will be missed!!

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

In other news, our second son is here

This is our second son. He was born little and not without complications.

The complications were little too. They only required a week in the NICU.
Then he came home to the waiting arms of these guys.

His brother and sister.

I would say more but I'm only sleeping 2 hours at a time. I sleep and nurse our son. Sleep and nurse. And nurse and sleep. I don't really have words lately. Just a sense of joy, relief, happiness, crazy spasm happy tears and absolute thankfulness.
I am blessed beyond belief.

Thank you Jesus for all that we've been given.

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