I don’t have three arms…

…Or three sets of eyes.  I really wish that I did, for occasions like a visit to the local park.  It is actually two parks in one, spread across a football field, with a preschooler-sized park at one end and a big-kid-sized park at the other.  I take my daughters in hopes of getting them all worn out (read: early bedtime) and yet somehow I am the one who’s exhausted after running from one park to the other…

A visit to the park begins innocently enough: we drive by daily on our way to and from school.  On a rare occasion, the stars align, and I have forgotten the LAST episode at the park that ended with at least two children in tears and at least one of the crying girls oozing blood.  Yesterday was that rare (forgetful) occasion.

As I was putting the car into Park, the girls were already scrambling out of the SUV and running towards the playgrounds.  Before I could get myself out of the car, the girls had scattered like roaches to the far reaches of the grounds.  I stood in a spot mid-way between the two playgrounds, scanning the park for my daughters smiling faces.  I saw Halie happily making her way across the monkey bars at the big-kid playground.  As I cheered Halie on, I heard Catie shout: “MOMMA!”  As I turned, I could see Catie standing at the top of the jungle-gym, eyes wide in panic.  What struck fear in my heart was the other part of that picture: Rosie was quickly scaling the structure as well.  Before I could get to Rosie, misstepped and dropped the six feet to the ground.  She landed on her face.

Having destroyed a few ceramic-faced dolls in my youth,  I expected to find a smashed-in face on my little miracle baby.  What I found was a toddler who had the wind knocked out of her.  There was a tense moment when she made absolutely NO sound, followed by an extended wail.  As I picked her up and turned her over to assess the damage, this is the face I saw:

 web-rosie.jpg What you may not see are the two distinct marks under her bottom lip where her teeth tore through the flesh, and the split chin on the underside.  I guess I had forgotten how much an injury to a small child’s head or face can bleed! 

The good news is that Rosie is her usual happy self and required no stitches to repair her injuries. 

The bad news is that I give it a week before I develop ‘public park amnesia’ and go back for another visit.


I’ve got a plateful here…

It’s not that I bit off more than I can chew.  It’s just that my belly’s telling me that I’m almost full and yet I’m still looking at a full plate.  Please know that I’m still here.  I just have a lot of chewing to do these days…

Gotta Share!

Check this out, if you’re into cross-stitch.  Even if you’re not.

I’m official…

seal2.gif I need this on a button!  Go make one for yourself… here.  While you’re at it, have a great day!

A star flickers no more…

My friend lost his sister this week.  She was only 53.  Please stop by Ben’s blog today and let him know you are thinking of him.

Happy Birthday Baby!

catiecake6th.jpgdadcatie6th.jpgCatie is six years old as of 8:26PM today.  This morning, she got a special privelege: cake for breakfast.  She paused only to pose with her Daddy, then with her birthday cake before gobbling down one tiny slice before school.


Traditionally on their respective birthdays, I relate the story of my labor with them.  Catie happens to be the only child that I actually ‘labored’ with, back in October 2000.  Since my first pregnancy ended in an emergency c-section before I even began to labor, my doctor (the very same OB, as a matter of fact) agreed to let me try to labor with my second daughter.  Apparently, moms who have had one c-section choose to schedule the next birth or subsequent births for another cesarean.  In my seventh month, we relocated more than 90 miles away.  In spite of that fact, I chose not to schedule another c-section, but allow my body to initiate labor naturally.  Catie was officially due the third week of September.  When the date passed with no indication of labor imminent, my doctor agreed to let me continue, as long as Catie was tolerating her extra ‘baking time’.  On October 2, I woke to a headache, so I checked my blood pressure – it was up a few points, so I called the doctor.  She asked my husband to drive me in (bags packed) so she could have a look at my daughter.  At the doctor’s office, I was hooked up to a contraction monitor, which soon made it obvious that I was already having regular contractions.  This was news to me! 

The doctor sent me and my husband over to the hospital, where the nurses *again* told me that my contractions were regular.  Please ladies, don’t hate me, but at eight minutes apart, I could hardly feel them.  The nurse added a Pitocin drip to accelerate contractions (it worked, thankyouverymuch), and 24 hours later, my contractions were 60 seconds apart – reading off the chart, but still barely any dilation.   At that point, I was exhausted and asked for an epidural.  Fast forward another six hours: contractions still 60 seconds apart, still no change, and Catie’s heartbeat starts to drop.  Since I had seen this before with my first daughter, I knew what had to be done: Another Cesarean. 

Turns out that my OB and the pediatrician’s sons played pee-wee football together, and they had a game that very evening.  Both doctors were paged, and came in excitedly talking about the game they had just watched their sons play in. 

Catherine Dian was born at 8:26PM, with an e- l-o-n-g-a-t-e-d skull (from being pressed into my pelvis for, like, 24 hours).  The entire operation room staff immediately erupted in song: “Happy Birthday to you…”

Within hours, my newborn daughter’s head was more normal (thanks to some strategic massage), and the next day, we made to 90+ mile drive back to our home.  The doctor wanted me to stay another day.  When she said that, I responded by saying, ” Are you kidding me? I’ve got wash to do!”

Guess you just can’t argue with that!

So, as my middle child, Catie gets overlooked a bit.  She doesn’t seem to mind.  When she needs my attention, she politely requests it.  Catie loves one-on-one time with mommy OR daddy, and expresses her gratitude whole-heartedly.

For my now Six-Year-Old Catie:

You are my favorite Catie in the WHOLE WORLD!

**UPDATE** 5:22PM

Catie’s paternal grandfather, ‘Grandpa’,  surprised her class at school this afternoon when he showed up to help her celebrate her birthday.  He not only brought a birthday cake (made up of individual cupcakes), but also juice, goodies bags and specially-decorated pencils for the entire class!  Entirely HIS idea, too.  Grandpa asked me to snap a few pictures, and I did.  I captured the surprise on my six year old’s face, and the excitement on her classmates’ faces as each surprise was presented by Grandpa.  My in-laws never cease to amaze me!  Thank you, Dad.

Erin Colleen, the 80’s Queen!

I was long ago dubbed that title by my husband (he’s 10 months younger, but we graduated from high school the SAME YEAR thankyouverymuch).  Okay, I’ll tell you that we graduated in 1993. He grew up listening to Country music, whereas I grew up listening to Top 20 songs.  Amazing how different two kids of the Eighties/Early Nineties can be!  Look over this list and see how many apply to you:

You Know You Grew Up In The 80’s or Early 90’s If:

1. You’ve ever ended a sentence with the word SIKE.
2. You owned a Pound Puppy.
3. You can sing the rap to the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
and can do the ‘Carlton’.
4. Girls wore biker shorts under their skirts and felt
stylishly sexy.
5. You yearned to be a member of the Baby-sitters Club
and tried to start a club of your own.
6. You owned those lil’ Strawberry Shortcake-scented dolls.
7. You know that “WOAH” comes from Joey on Blossom.
8. Two words: Hammer Pants.
9. If you ever watched “Fraggle Rock”.
10. You had plastic streamers on your handle bars…
and spokey-dokes or playing cards on your spokes for
that incredible sound effect.
11. You can sing the entire theme song to “Duck Tales” (Woo-hoo!)
12. It was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.
13. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head.
14. You saw the original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on the big screen..and still know all the turtles’ names.
15. You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.
16. You made your mom buy one of those clips that would hold your shirt in a knot on the side.
17. You played the game “MASH”(Mansion, Apartment, Shelter, House)
18. You wore a stonewashed Jordache jean jacket and were proud of it.
19. L.A. Gear….need I say more?
20. You wanted to change your name to “JEM” in Kindergarten. (She’s Truly Outrageous.)
21. You remember reading Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing and all the Ramona books.
22. You know the profound meaning of “WAX ON, WAX OFF”.
23. You wanted to be a Goonie.
24. You ever wore fluorescent clothing. (some of us…head-to-toe)
25. You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off and his cheeks shifted.
26. You have ever pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.
27. You took lunch boxes to school… and traded Garbage Pail Kids in the schoolyard.
28. You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets.
29. You still get the urge to sayNOT after every sentence.
30. You remember Hypercolor t-shirts.
31. Barbie and the Rockers was your favorite band.
32. You thought She-ra (Princess of Power!) and He-Man
should hook up.
33. You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged handmade
friendship bracelets.
34. You ever owned a pair of Jelly Shoes.
35. After you saw Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure you kept saying “I know you are, but what am I?”
36. You remember “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!”
37. You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates.
38. You never got seriously injured on a Slip and Slide.
39. You have ever played with a Skip-It.
40. You had or attended a birthday party at McDonalds.
41. You’ve gone through this list nodding your head in agreement.
42. You remember Popples.
43. Don’t worry, be happy! (Bobby McFerrin)
44. You wore, like, EIGHT pairs of socks over tights with high top Reeboks.
45. You wore socks scrunched down (and sometimes still
..getting yelled at by younger hip members of the
46. You remember boom boxes and walking around with one on your shoulder like you were all that.
47. You remember watching both Gremlins movies.
48. You know what it meant to say “Care Bear Stare!!”
49 You remember watching Rainbow Bright and & My Little Pony Tales
50. You thought Doogie Howser/Samantha Micelli was hot.
51. You remember Alf, the lil furry brown alien from Melmac.
52. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool…and don’t even flinch when people refer to them as “NKOTB”.
53. You knew all the characters names and their life stories on “Saved By The Bell,” The ORIGINAL class.
54. You know all the words to Bon Jovi – SHOT THROUGH THE HEART.
55. You just sang those words to yourself.
56. You remember watching Magic vs. Bird.
57. Homemade Levi shorts.. (the shorter the better)
58. You remember when mullets were cool!
59. You actually had a mullet!
60. You can still sing “We are the World”
61. You tight rolled/pegged your jeans.
62. You owned a banana clip.
63. You remember “Where’s the Beef?”
64. You used to (and probably still do) say “What you talkin’ ’bout Willis?”
65 You had big hair and you knew how to use it.
66. You’re still singing shot through the heart in your head, aren’t you?!

80s or Early 90s!!!