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?
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5 weeks ago
8 comments:
1st: Tornadoes coming while I sleep = one of my worst fears. Can your sister call me when there are storms here? No? Darn!
2nd: Um, we call the dog Bubby. . . because my friend calls her dog Bubby, and she does it because a friend of hers calls her sons Bubby (or Bub). And I find myself doing it to Michael as well. I think of it as a male nickname. So maybe you picked it up here??? (In which case it would have come full circle, starting with boys, transferring to dogs, ending up back at boys.)
3rd= I will the lame award for LONGEST COMMENT EVER!!!
Ugh! That should be I WIN the lame award, not I WILL the lame award. I must sleep more, please send my baby a notice.
Em, I noticed you were calling David "Bubby" while you were here, and I was surprised. It makes me think of "Bubba Gump Shrimp" from Forrest Gump. If this were Katy trying to say "baby brother," I would have understood. But you did it yourself!
I will resist here. I think David is a fabulous, solid name that he can grow into. I'm sticking with it! DAVID DAVID DAVID DAVID Repeat 10 times!!!
Loved this post. Am now going to watch the baby Borrowers too. Understand your annoyance at puzzle piece (I'm anal too). Think Katy is hilarious. I also have strange and unwarranted nickname for Jack - "Munchie". No idea where it came from and sometimes shorten to Munch. Makes him sound like a child that won't stop eating. Strange.
I haven't seen Baby Borrowers, but I'll watch out for it now.
Glad that the storms went over you without any harm. Yikes, that's scary having it come in the middle of the night.
Puzzles- me too! Can't stand missing pieces. It makes me want to throw the whole thing out if I can't find the piece.
Bubby, Bub, Bubba, Bubs- Yep, us too! I don't know where it came from, but the first thing my son called himself was Bubba. My husband uses that, but I tend towards Bubby or Bub. Now that I think of it one of my dad's brothers (or maybe him) his family calls Bubs (they all have nicknames - 7 kids, so I can't remember who it is).
Nicknames are dangerous waters : they will stick with the recipient for his life. I still think of my sisters as... well, never mind.
If you need a moniker, I vote for "Doc", from "D.R.", from you can figure out that piece of the puzzle.
Fear not tornados : we just watched the "Wizard of Oz" and it all turns out OK. Unless one is the witch.
When I said, "It went missing," I was referring to the phone, not the whole kitchen set. It is too big for our closet! =)
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