creative mind


It still amazes me sometimes how much Piglet talks and how well.  She really is just a little person and we can carry on full conversations.  Lately, she’s been having very vivid dreams, which makes for very interesting breakfast conversation about dogs sneaking into her room and geese poking her in the back, not to mention the countless scenarios that occur with her school friends in her dreams.

This also means nightmares.  She has woken up several times from nap at school crying frantically.  She would tell her teacher that something hurt (her nose or hand).  Then one day she woke up scared because a dog bit her arm and saying that her arm hurt.   So we figured that all of these wakings and pain were attributed to bad dreams and not actual injuries.  But still scary for a little girl trying to figure out the difference between reality and dream.  (Shoot – it’s hard for me to go back to sleep sometimes after a disturbing dream because it seems so real).

But yesterday’s story takes the cake.   Russ picked her up and had told me that she woke up early from her nap crying again and had to be consoled by the teacher.  So I tried to talk to her about it:

Me:  Did you have a scary dream during your nap today?

Piglet:  Uh-huh

Me:  What was scary?

Piglet:  A monster

Me:  What did the monster look like?  What color was it?

Piglet:  Black

Me:  Was it big or small?

Piglet:  Small

Me:  What was the monster doing?

Piglet:  Snoring

At this point Russ realized what was happening – there is a sweet little black girl who sleeps next to Piglet, who apparently snores.  And that snoring made it into her dream as a “little black monster” and woke her up.  Russ and I couldn’t stop laughing.


Conversations with Brother

Yesterday afternoon, Piglet was looking at my belly and saying, “Mommy, you have a big belly” (I get it from everyone).

Then she picked up Russ’ phone and began one of her pretend conversations.  Usually, she calls Papa and Mimi.  But yesterday, the conversation went like this:

Hey baby brother.  You in mommy’s belly?  You need to come out so we can play with daddy.

Dr. Dad

Last night, I was at youth group and get a phone call from Russ (which is rare, so I answered).   He asked with a concerned tone when I was coming home.  I then heard Piglet talking in the background (it was 7:40 and she usually goes to bed at 7:00).   Since I still wasn’t going to be home for a while, I asked why she was still up.  He said, “We’ve had a little accident, and I don’t know what to do about it”  I begin to have all these terrible “worst scenario” kinds of thoughts.

But Russ then explains that while pulling her out of the tub, he thinks he hurt her arm.  She wasn’t crying at the moment, so I said, “so what – she sounds fine”  He continues to talk about how she keeps holding her arm and talking about how much it hurts.

Me:  “Is it swollen?

Russ:  “No”

Me:  “Can she move it?”

Russ:  “Yes”

Me:  “Did you put Nemo on it?”  (She has a Nemo shaped ice pack)

Russ:  “Yes”

Me:  “I think she’s fine”

Russ:  “But I’d rather wait until you get home and look at it”

Me (in my head):  “Aren’t you the one in medical school?!”

Me (out loud):  “That’s going to be too late, go ahead and continue the bedtime routine.  I think she’s playing you and stalling.”

Russ:  “OK, I’ll try”

Russ (15 minutes later via BBM):  “She was totally playing me”

I’m not sure if medical school was the wrong path for Russ or if maybe just Pediatrics is out or if doctors should just never be allowed to diagnose or treat their own kids.   Regardless it was funny.


Kathryn and Roo came to visit on Wednesday.  We decided it would be a good time to make the first trip of the year to the beach.  Ever since the first warm Saturday when we put Piglet’s bathing suit on to wash the car and lubed her up with sunscreen, she’s been asking to go to the beach.  It’s her favorite.

This came in very handy when it came to making deals, “If you want to go to the beach, then you need to eat all of your yogurt.”   This was such a big deal, that we got to use it over and over again for 12 hours before heading to the beach.

BEACH DAY had arrived, and I spent the morning packing up all of our beach stuff, putting on our bathing suits, and lubing us both up – not an easy task to plan a day trip to the beach.  But generally TOTALLY worth it.  Total Prep Time:  45 minutes

We drove to Grammy’s house to pick up Grammy, Kathryn, and Roo.  They packed up EVEN MORE stuff and off we went.  Total Travel Time:  45 minutes

We parked the car and got out all of our gear – beach chair, sun shade, towels, beach toys, little cooler, cameras, sheet – everything but the kitchen sink.   Then we began the walk to the beach.  The closer we got to the water, the harder the wind started to blow.  But onward we pressed.

(and for your viewing pleasure – baby bump hugeness in the background)

We reach the sand and a beach toy blows out of the basket and I have to chase it down.  We walk further up to get closer to the water and wet sand that doesn’t blow in your face.  I attempted pulling the sun shade out for baby roo and it was flapping in the wind so violently that I couldn’t even figure out which end was up.  While I was trying to figure this out, Piglet dumped all of her beach toys out of the basket.  First the little blue ball blew away – getting up to 15 mph easy…not worth chasing.  Then Piglet’s favorite pooh ball blows away so she starts chasing it – the ball is much faster than she is.  Then the basket starts blowing away end over end.  I had to make a choice – basket or ball, realizing that I couldn’t catch both because they were blowing in different directions.  I opted for the basket since we had to somehow get all the toys back to the car.  So we were running.  Piglet running with a big blue shovel in her hand, crying “my ball, my ball, my basket”.  Me running as fast as I could being as huge as I was.   I caught the basket, but the ball got scooped up by a dog 1/4 mile away – so long ball.  Kathryn tried to help, she was running while holding a three month-old and trying to keep her hat on to protect her face from the crazy wind and trying to stop the buckets from blowing away with her feet.  Roo is half laughing at the wind and half crying because she’s hungry.  Grammy meanwhile is still holding the rest of the stuff to keep it from blowing away while trying to take pictures of the madness.  I’m sure we all looked a bit ridiculous.

(Here is Kathryn keeping the toys from blowing away again while Grammy and I packed up everything else.  Piglet is trying to play through the wind and dig in the sand anyway.)

Grammy, Kathryn, and Roo headed back to the car so Roo could eat.  Piglet and I hung out for a little while longer so she could play just for a bit – she was SO excited about the beach.  But the toys kept blowing away.  Then she took her shoes off and they started to blow away.  So we decided it was just too much and packed it up and headed back to the car.  By some miracle, Piglet didn’t protest leaving too much.

As we were walking back to the car, Grammy meets us on the path.  She had apparently lost her sheet along the way – I guess it was hard to keep up with everything when you are holding 50 pounds of beach stuff.  But we finally all make it back to the car with all of our stuff to find out that on the walk back, Kathryn’s phone called Grammy’s phone from within one of the many bags and left a long voice mail, so we now have a verbal account of everything that happened.

Total Beach Time:  15 minutes

At least we had a good laugh and spent time together as a family, so it wasn’t a complete bust.

going mad and old

The other night, Russ was studying in the office and I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed.  I heard a strange grumbling noise and thought it was my stomach…the Cracker Barrel lunch and the few bites of Russ’ onion rings and Piglet’s ice cream post dinner dessert made that seem like the most logical explanation.

Then I heard it again.  Then again.  Definitely not my stomach.  It actually sounded like it was coming from the toilet.  So I stood over the toilet trying to hear it again.  There it was.  and again.  it sounded like we were above a sewer and someone was tapping on a pipe down below and the vibrations were making their way through the water.

Then the sound changed.  This time it sounded like someone was actually talking in the imaginary sewer below.  so strange.  so there I stood staring at my toilet wondering what in the world was going on and thinking I was going a little crazy.

I was about to walk into the office to get Russ to come and examine the sound with me and at least prove that I wasn’t hearing things when I realized the sound was not coming from the toilet but from the other side of the wall – in the office where Russ was studying the various sounds of regular and irregular heartbeats with a simulator.

So I guess I’m only a little crazy, at least not hearing things that aren’t there yet.


Speaking of hearing things, the youth proved that we are in fact old.  Last night they were playing the ring tone that is supposedly at such a high frequency that adults can’t hear it, making it the ideal ring tone for school hours.  Just a few short years ago, I could still hear that ring tone, but last night – NOTHING.  After I discovered that I could no longer hear it, Russ decided that surely he could hear it – still in denial he was – but sure enough, they tested him too and NOTHING. sad.  It’s hard getting old and not hearing things that are there.

Pregnant Camel

We started reading Dr. Seuss’s ABCs to Piglet when she was still pre-ouside-world.   We were convinced it was her favorite book because she would kick and move most when Russ read it.  Even at one day old, she seemed to totally dig it.

And she has since still asked to read it on occasion, even with her HUGE selection of books.   But last week, Russ was reading it to her before she went to bed.   Then Russ comes in the living room and says:

“I was reading the ABC book and when I got to the Big C, little c page, she said that she wanted mommy and baby to read it….I think the camel made her think of you.”   Thanks a lot.

And so I had to read the book to her that night.  And every night since then.   After she gets ready for bed, we always ask who is going to read books to her, and she usually picks equally between Russ and I (unless Grammy is present, then the choice is ALWAYS Grammy).  But since that night last week, she has chosen me.  Then when I say “go pick out three books”  she looks frantically for the “alligator book with the camel”.

I want to say that she just loves spending time with me and that she is just so eager to learn about letters and words, but I’m afraid that it’s because she thinks I look like a camel (and I’m only 20 weeks, boy is she in for a rude awakening).  How do moms have any self-esteem with honest kids?