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Thursday, March 15, 2007

The End of an Era is Approaching

Today was one of those days where everything took just a little longer than it should have. When waiting in the pickup/drop off line at preschool, someone parked their car in front of me and someone else was pulled up directly behind me (with someone was behind them) and thus I was blocked in and holding up the line. Thankfully the person in front of me finally moved their car. Dunkin' Donuts messed up my coffee order and tried to give me a buttered bagel instead of a latte; while it was tempting I really wanted my coffee, so I had to wait at the window while they fixed the order. Just little things like that happened. I still am having a lot of frustration with trying to find a charitable organization to pick up the leftovers from the yard sale that the my moms group is having. None of the organizations are able to commit at this time and doing it at the last minute as they have suggested makes me incredibly nervous.

The guy from the fitness equipment store never called me back, and, since there's a slight chance, by which I mean a sure thing, that I may have consumed a few too many Girl Scout cookies, I decided to give him a call back. Turns out Jason wasn't available to help me, but Sean was. I carefully explained to him how the treadmill in my basement was possessed. Not too surprisingly there was no failure code for "possessed treadmill." After offering to contact someone to perform an exorcism, he found the code for "problem with motor". He also reassured me that no one he knows keeps the safety key clipped to them. Apparently it looks like the motor is under a 5 year warranty meaning that we would only have to pay for labor Sean was supposed to call me either this evening or tomorrow morning after he confirms with the manufacturing company. Looks like it will be tomorrow morning. Upon hearing Sean's response, my husband was quick to point out that he always uses the safety clip. (I have a secret suspicion that my husband also used a pocket protector in high school.) He also wanted to know if the exorcism was cheaper than having someone come out to fix the machine.

After dealing with the fitness equipment store, I settled into the couch to feed my younger son (YS) his bottle. He started pushing my hands away from the bottle and fussing. I couldn't figure out what was wrong. Finally he gave me a look that basically said "Hey, idiot let go of the bottle!" I let go of the bottle, and he gave it to himself. I was stunned. My older son (OS) never once held his own bottle in the 13 months he used it. It was our special time together. In fact since OS could use a sippy cup well before being weaned from the bottle I was convinced that he was intentionally refusing to hold a bottle so we could snuggle together. While I was impressed and happy that YS is able to hold his own bottle, I feel a little sad too. Probably more so since, having been unable to breastfeed, I really treasure those snuggle times with him. That's my time to gaze into his eyes and coo with him. However, in reality that usually doesn't happen because 1) There's usually something else going on like OS trying to check the dog's ears with his toy otoscope 2) When I coo to YS he starts laughing and stops eating. However, no matter what is going on, we still can snuggle together. At least for now he's still letting me hold him, and when he had his evening bottle he only held it for a couple of minutes before rubbing his eyes and letting me take over. We'll see what happens tomorrow. One lesson I've learned in parenting is that many times I see previews of milestones weeks before the actual milestones become permanent.

A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: They grow up so fast!

Labels: Bottles, Humor (at least Attempted), Toys / Clothes / Gear

posted by Alex Elliot @ 9:37 PM 6 comments

6 Comments:

At 3/15/2007 10:24 PM, Anonymous said…

I will not claim to have been cool in high school (although I won't deny having been cool either in case I can convince someone), but I have NEVER worn a pocket protector in my entire life. Safety is important. I am proud to wear the safety key.

The Big Giraffe
At 3/16/2007 1:08 AM, CeCe said…

ha ha ha, hubby is funny!

My YD is only two months, but it's so sad to see her grow up! I want her to stay little forever! It's sad thinking that I'm never going to experience all these baby things again! Do you have plans for more kids? Or are your baby days over too? It was a lot easier to watch the OD grow up, 'cause I always knew (know) that there's another one behind her.
At 3/16/2007 8:32 PM, soccer mom in denial said…

I may be there heretic here but I love that my kids are growing up. The chance to talk about current events, tell jokes, and generally run amok is such fun! And they can handle the bathroom by themselves.

I'm just not a baby person.
At 3/16/2007 8:39 PM, Alex Elliot said…

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At 3/16/2007 8:40 PM, Alex Elliot said…

I also love that my kids are getting older and am looking forward to being able to do more things with them. In fact each age with my older son has been "my favorite thus far" meaning that I've enjoyed it more and more. I've just been surprised by how quickly time seems to have gone by with my second one. I certainly know a couple of fantastic moms who love the adult relationships that they have with their kids. While they enjoyed their children's childhood, they are happy that it's over and they can enjoy each other as adults.
At 3/20/2007 12:08 AM, Suzanne said…

I think the Big Giraffe is cool. Then again, my standards are a bit off the mainstream...

It sounds like the kids are changing so fast, so I hope that I can come and see them again soon. Maybe one weekend in April?

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