Tuesday, June 27, 2006


Ba-Ba is a word that gets a lot of play in our 'new and improved' household. The most important meaning is grandmother. V will scream 'Ba-Ba' at the top of his lungs at the mere hint of Teacher of the year being within hearing distance. This morning after waking up at 6am V went looking for Ba-Ba. He started to climb upstairs but then heard Ba-Ba turn the water on downstairs and ran all the way down yelling, 'Ba-Ba, Ba-Ba, ma-ma ba-ba? BA-BA!' untill she peaked around the corner and said, 'Boo'. I get to hear V calling for Baba on a regular basis when she is not at home. Upon everone leaving for work V will walk over to the stairs and ask for his pa-pa, ba-ba, and do-do. When he wakes up there is the usual inquery for pa-pa and then frantic screaming for ba-ba because ma-ma is just not good enough.
Ba-Ba also translates into buterfly or babachka is Russian. V runs around chasing buterflys screaming Ba-Ba and that is the one and only reason I decided to leave the comforts of home and go to the zoo. You see there is a butterfly exhibit at our local zoo and I would not be able to forgive myself if I missed it. I took do-do and V for an evening stroll around the caged animals. V loved it. At the butterfly exhibit there was much running and screaming and lunging at terrified buterflys.
V also enjoyed watching the Gorillas and the zebras and a whole bunch of other animals. My one regret is that I was almost out of memory on my camera and had to limit the pictures. So I didn't get a whole lot of butterfly pictures just one and it isn't even that great. To make up for the lack of butterfly's I did get a whole bunch of pics with V chasing a lovely bird around, I also got video and it is hillarious.

This morning I took V to another zoo and we didn't have half the fun we had yesterday. The flamingos did not impress V, neither did the petting zoo. He did like the mother leopard with her cubs. We did the whole zoo in under an hour with the longest time spent running up and down the wooden planks near the 'authentic' cabin by the lake. This time I was alone so no pictures.

And now back to our regular no update schedule.


Monday, June 12, 2006

So my surgery is in 3 weeks. I go to the hospital very early and get a nice cocktail of drugs. After I am out they stick a breathing tube down my throat. I then get a lovely incision and after about an hour go into recovery. I will be at the hospital overnight and will have access to a button connected to an unlimited supply of morphine. I like the morphine thing but am uneasy about being away from V for so long. I can only imagine the snub I will receive Saturday morning, and I won’t even be able to pick him up to say ‘Sorry!’ After I get out I have 8 weeks of rest, which means no lifting baby for 2 months. I will be living in hell.
Teacher of the Year has already started talking about how I will die of infection and the need to put V in a day-care facility. I won’t be surprised if she starts looking a burial plots in both MA and CT. Not fun.
I am scared and very uneasy but the surgery will, hopefully, mean relief. I am in desperate need of relief and a 15lbs (then another 50lbs) weight loss. Also the 2 months of pampering for me and daycare for V will be a like a vacation for me, just without the drinking, and deep sea diving (not that I did that before but a girl can dream).
By the end of the 2 months I think my parents will never want to see my little family again. Already they have stopped visiting in order to prepare for the horror of togetherness that is to come. Their townhouse will not be big enough for us. There are only 2 bedrooms for 5 people and V will be demanding a private room. Teacher of the year is thinking of setting up a bed for me in the living room, you know in case I don’t die.
Oh I forgot to tell you! I can’t bather for 5 days after the surgery. Anyone want to visit me on day 4, I am making appointments as we speak. Act now.

Sunday, June 11, 2006


I have been snubbed! To make everything worse it was my precious V that did the snubbing. I sort of suspected that my son was capable of such cruelty when he snubbed his dad Saturday morning but I am his MOTHER. I should probably explain. DH woke up on Saturday morning after V was already up, he came out of the bedroom and stooped down to get a hug from V. V looked at his dad, turned around, and went to me for a hug. I am fairly sure that getting kicked in the crotch would have had a similar affect on DH. He sulked! Shortly after this snub I left for a ‘Girls Day Out’. I was gone from 9:30am Saturday to 9:30 Sunday (let us keep the stop for coffee between us … and no one mentions the donut either). When I drove up the drive and my son was walked over to me I was expecting grins and shouts of ‘MAMA’ as well as urgent demands for ‘UP’; I got the cold shoulder. V looked at me, frowned, and walked away. My heart was ripped out, stomped on with size 7ww feet, and then thrown in the sink by a ruthless tiny hand. I am still in pain and resolved to never leave this child for longer then 2 hours of ‘awake’ time. Overall I think DH will suffer the most because he is the one most noticeably absent during the week. Oh Lord, let this be a phase that passes, and passes quickly, I have a date with Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp coming up in July.

I have other things to tell you and here is a preview:
My upcoming surgery
DH babysitting
Precious V
Girls Day Out
Collection Agencies/Insurance PPL/Ambulance Services
Anything anyone wants to know. So stay tuned for more updates. I will work on entrees as time permits.