Marital Mondays: Besame Mucho
I’ve experienced love’s deepest throat probings and its crappy, desperate chick-flick sob stories. There probably isn’t a sexual leaf that I haven’t turned over, and I certainly wouldn’t change any of it. With all of the character that I built on teen binge weekends and long-term relationships, I never overcame my fear of public displays of affection.
I know. Pick your jaw up. I’ve been this way with every schmuck I’ve dated, and I didn’t quite figure in how such a thing would affect a marriage. Well, it has. I never thought I’d become the hairy old cat lady tossing styrofoam containers, with half-eaten fried chicken bones hanging out of them, onto the nightstand. I just wasn’t sure, after I had Mooch, that I would or should get married. I was content with just the two of us, and I didn’t mind kissing her in public — only men.
There was something about the sleazy way I felt when couples stood in front of me at Magic Mountain groping each other’s glutes. Don’t get me wrong. I never called out, “Get a room” to enamored pedestrians swapping slobber on city street corners. I just made a note to self, somewhere along the way, that the guys hanging over the banisters at the Fox Hills Mall would never snicker at me and any of my mates.
Well, yesterday, in the middle of a crowded Ralph’s parking lot, I lost touch with reality. We had a pretty sleepless weekend, given Hannibal’s private karaoke gig and Fuss’ need for closeness during teething. Despite all of this, our mid-day, impromptu grocery excursion was so peaceful and full of laughs. By the time we got to the check-out lane, our energy was bouncing back and forth. We were setting up jokes for each other right and left. Three lanes of cashiers and baggers were cracking up.
High on laughter, as I was helping load the bags into the backseat, I looked at Hannibal. It was like he understood, because he went in for the kiss, so I wouldn’t have to. Though it was brief, I’ll never forget it.
There have only been a few times in my life, where time stood still. I’m pretty sure my wedding day was one of them. When people thought I had cold feet, I was really in that bathroom prepping myself to kiss Hannibal in front of over one hundred guests. Considering the leg wrap I saw on the video, I think I tuned everyone out and did alright.
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Thematic Thursdays: Will Strip For Gifts
I think I’m going to start stripping. I’ll have to do something extra to meet the demands of my holiday-crazed family. Hannibal wants the Vestax DJ Mixer from apple, which is $250. He also wants another gadget that will connect our ipods and phones to the television via bluetooth. Fuss needs a host of clothes and toys, because I gave all of Mooch’s away years ago to friends who had baby girls after me. Sweet Mooch only asked for roller skates and a new pair of Twinkle Toes. Unfortunately, there are nearly a million crafts and other things I’d like to get her.
This is all coupled with the fact that ALL THREE of the other people in my house have birthdays right after Kwanzaa!! :-O Fun fact: I haven’t asked any of them for anything. I can’t think of anything I want, because Hannibal has spoiled me rotten for the past year. I’m going to try to make this work without selling my neighbor’s kid for parts overseas.
Here it is! The Tabu Holiday Guide:
Vestax
Illustory
Tape Crazy
Make Your Own Games
Flipbook
Rockstar Style
Latches
Most of Fuss’ stuff came from Lakeshore and their site doesn’t have half of the stuff I bought in store. With babies and toddlers, I like to focus on wooden toys and puzzles that I can use for homeschooling. She got a few things from Amazon and a Montessori site online.
Mooch’s skates are black with blue wheels and yellow pom-poms. I’m keeping them a secret, though. Wish me luck.
Workin’ Wednesdays: Bag Lady
My energy is wearing thin. I have several projects and I think the fact that I have a new baby is finally hitting me. I’m pretty sure that there are bags under my eyes to match the diaper bag, dance bag and grocery bags I carry.
Fuss is advancing rapidly. Much of my daytime energy lately has been devoted to keeping her from electrocuting us both. She closes my laptop while I’m typing my blog, pulls out the plug on my last 30 seconds of charge and bangs a one consonant paragraph into the middle of my designs. I took about a week of this before I realized she’s trying to tell me to get off the computer.
I’ve decided that I won’t work during the daytime anymore. It’s simply not possible. I have to reschedule my time so that I work for the two hours after the kids go to bed plus six hours on the weekends. This way I don’t miss the precious first years of her life.
A laptop bag is one bag I will no longer be carrying during the week.
Tuesdays With Mooch: Pats and Spats
Mooch isn’t the only one learning at her new school. The well-designed program has taught the rest of our family a thing or two as well. In addition to the “three gates” lesson, where she taught us to ask ourselves “Is it true? Is it necessary? Is it kind?” before we say things, she’s now taught us about “Pats and Spats.”
This is a time when she and her classmates get to sit on the rug and share their grievances and compliments with each other. The idea is that each student gets to choose another kid in class and air a problem that they have with them. They must first give the person a “pat” by saying something nice about them.
We decided to implement this at nuclear family gatherings. We don’t have planned, organized “family meetings.” We think it’s a little corny and contrived (well, I do, at least). We let conversations happen organically. They seem to be more productive that way. We tried something similar to “Pats and Spats” before and it didn’t go well. I’m not going to say why, but let’s just say I’m willing to play nice next time. 
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