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Mary's BinkyApril 10 EASTEREaster 2007 pictures are loaded on my FLICKR page! Take a look! Please feel free to comment on the pictures on the site and note you can view them as a slideshow.
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Hope everyone had a very happy Easter. March 14 MONSTERMarch 12 Mamas Don't Let Your Babies...grow up to be cowboys.
Grandpa Charlie always changed the words and sang, "Mamas don't let your cowboys grow up to be babies."
Robby has started to put objects on his head and say "COWBOY". I think he's getting the idea from the Wiggles. They have an animated song and dance routine called "We're the Cowboys". A few lines from the song include; "We brush our teeth everyday" and "We eat fresh fruit when we can". It's a catchy little tune. My favorite part is the Yippee-Cah-Yah-Yah-Yay...WOOO!. Robby always says the WOOO right on cue.
Thursday is the big WIGGLES! show. I know Robby is going to be thrilled. I'm actually looking forward to it as well, since they are the only new music I've listened to for about 20 months now.
March 06 Surprise!Robby's great grandmother (Nanny) turned 80 years young on March 2nd. Robby and I flew to Arizona to attend the SURPRISE birthday party that Grandma put together. Nanny had no idea about the party or that Robby and I would be there. She was very surprised and happy to see her friends and family gathered to help celebrate 80 wonderful years. The weather in Arizona was warm and sunny so we took full advantage and spent as much time as possible outside. On Sunday, we went to the park and had a great time. There was a dalmation there and because of its coloring, Robby thought it was a cow.
Even though we had to combat a viral flu (Robby), a leg infection (Papa), ear infections (Mama), and US Airways (Idiots) we made the trip and had an amazing time. Robby said Grandma for the first time, and he said it at the airport when she picked us up. He had been saying Elvis (Uncle Mike's beagle) for weeks but would not say Grandma. I guess all the coaching finally paid off.
On the trip home, US Airways changed our seats and assigned Robby seat 13F and Mama seat 26A. The gate attendent said that there was nothing she could do about it and for a brief moment I thought about just strapping him in and going back 13 rows to my seat and let them deal with it. But being a good Mama, I didn't. I'll make this short and just say that was the easiest problem in a string of many that we had with US Airways. Aunt Donna says to fly Southwest because they don't assign seats and with the babies you get to board first and get a good seat next to your kids every time. Good advice I intend to take (if I ever fly alone with Robby again).
November 19 Monthly Newsletter – Volume 16Dear Robby,
You are 16 months old today. I realized this week that I couldn’t really remember day to day life before you came into it. I think the novelty of having a new baby in the house wore off sometime last month. Don’t take that to mean you are getting old hat by any means! You are now an actual walking, talking, screaming, laughing person with a genuine personality and presence. I think until recently, I was still adjusting on how to take care of you and still clean, work, poop and sleep. I had to schedule life around you. You have your own routine now. It’s like you have always been here.
You had your second Halloween this month and we dressed you up as a skunk in this adorable costume. When you get older you can tell all your friends how your mother dressed you up funny like Ralphie in that movie A Christmas Story.
The night before Halloween, after you had gone to bed, Papa and I gutted the pumpkin and carved it. I figured this would be the last year we could avoid having you get stringy pumpkin seeds all over the rug and fight us for the carving knife. We also made popcorn balls for the neighbor kids. It was a great evening. Papa and I really had a fun time doing these things together. We don’t get to spend that much time together laughing and having fun lately. When you get older and have your first child, listen to people who tell you that it is important for you and your wife to still manage to spend fun times together alone. It is. You have increased your vocabulary to include words like; Up! Off! Cup! Wawa! (water) Yucky! Bye-bye! and Pa-paaaaawww! You got another molar, taking the tooth count to 16. Your favorite toy this month has been a large purple ball. You love kicking it and laying on it and rolling off. Your giggle can stop anyone dead in their tracks and make them smile. It is still my most favorite sound.
Dancing is something you are going to be great at. You have got your groove on most days and enjoy children’s songs like Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes as well as a Bruce Springsteen song.
Sometimes, you look at people with no expression on your face whatsoever. They will coo and try and get you to smile but you just stare blankly at them. I can’t figure out if you are studying them or if you really just don’t want to interact with them. Then, there was the produce lady at the grocery store. You smiled, waved, flirted, laughed, babbled and seduced her right into giving you a grape. I hope you will use this power you have over people for good and not evil.
You had your first school pictures taken last week. I changed your outfit three times only to have your teacher ask me if that was what you were wearing. I really don’t think you cared what you wore. You just like getting your picture taken. You are still a little ham.
I will turn 40 in two days. Yes, your mother is old. This is an important day for most women. I think it’s sort of like a mid life mental crisis. My life looks a lot different today than I thought it would 20 years ago. I’m glad it’s different. I’d hate to be some business mogul either trying to remember what country I was in, what my kids were doing or divorcing the hot math tutor/sandwich maker from college. I’ve spent a lot of time reflecting on my accomplishments and failures. If I did not have you in my life, 40 would be a much harder birthday to face with a sense of accomplishment and optimism. I feel like celebrating my past and looking forward to the years ahead.
I am Robby’s Mama. Hear me roar.
Love,
Mama
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