Did anyone see that show
Baby Borrowers last night? At first glance, the preview looked a little silly: letting teens who think they're ready for parenthood borrow someone's baby for a few days? And then go on and give them toddlers, pre-teens, teenagers, and elderly to care for? But as soon as I tuned in, I was hooked. Partially, I think it's because I'm in the middle of this baby thing, and it gives me some validation that what I'm doing is hard work. Not that I need reality TV to validate my self-image, but...
Around midnight last night, I was awakened by my phone ringing. Don't you hate it when the phone rings in the middle of the night? Your heart is pounding because you're so nervous that something terrible has happened? This time, it was my sister (who lives a few blocks away) asking if I knew that there were tornadic storms headed right toward us. I did not. The finished attic where we sleep is like a soundproof recording booth, so we are never able to hear the sirens, or sometimes even the storms. So we rubbed our eyes and went downstairs to turn on the TV and judge whether or not to wake the little ones. It was looking pretty scary, so we yanked those kiddos out of their cribs and headed for the basement. Katy thought this was marvelous fun. Mommy came into her room in the middle of the night, put on her crocs, and took her down to the basement where she is never allowed to go?!? Sweet! We were up for an hour, and she never even yawned. She was so excited, asking us to read books from her lawn chair. But her innocence kept me (somewhat) calm. How can you be scared when you are reading the Very Hungry Caterpillar?
As a result of this interrupted sleep, I was pretty exhausted this morning. I was sitting on the floor doing puzzles with Katy, and I thought, "I'll just lay down here on the floor while she works on these." No sooner did I get horizontal than Katy is tugging on me, "Sit UP, Mommy, sit UP!" So I told her, "Mommy's just trying to rest." "No rest, Mommy." How true. So I sat up, to which she responded, "Good job, honey." Thanks, Katy.
Speaking of puzzles, we are missing a piece to one of them. The last time I saw it was Saturday, and I've looked for it every day since then. I know it's not a big deal, it's just a puzzle piece. But I'm a first born, and this is driving me CRAZY.
Finally, I have a confession to make. My son has a nickname. I didn't consciously choose this nickname, nor did I even notice that I was saying it on a consistent basis until Katy began using it, too. I wouldn't have chosen it had I put any thought into it, but now it seems to have stuck. I can't stop saying it. And I actually think of him this way. Want to know what it is? Bubby. Not Buddy or Bubba, but Bubby. I seriously don't know where it came from - I've never heard anyone else call their baby that - have you? Now even his nickname has nicknames. I've heard myself call him Bubby, Bub, Bubby Boo, and Bubs. Maybe I should've called the blog Katydid and Bubby Boo?