Sometimes we listen to music at dinner. Classic country. 70s. 80s. adult alternative. smooth jazz... all types. One night a few weeks ago we were just finishing up when Funky Town came on.
Won't you take me to... FUNKY TOWN! Won't you take me to, Funky Town...
Deeda suggested we postpone clean up and "go to Funky Town"... we danced around the living room. G jumped all over and thought it was hysterical. We had a blast.
Fast forward to night before last. A song that gets G's attention comes on. It's one of my current favorites too... Lady Gaga...
Just dance, it will be alright. Just dance.... Da da da dum...
Apparently the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. G loves a good beat. So, this song comes on. We're finishing up dinner when G says, "Let's go to funky town!"
We danced all around the living room.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
It's a...
After an incomplete voice mail message, a phone call re: the incomplete message, another day of waiting and the final and complete voice mail… We final got the gender news last night.
The opportunity to tell G seemed to present itself tonight when he told us about how our good friends the Bromley’s are having a baby sister soon. “Her name is Chandler,” he told us, repeating back to us a discussion we’ve had with him a couple times over the last couple weeks.
The opportunity to tell G seemed to present itself tonight when he told us about how our good friends the Bromley’s are having a baby sister soon. “Her name is Chandler,” he told us, repeating back to us a discussion we’ve had with him a couple times over the last couple weeks.
And so we told him at the dinner table that he was going to have a baby brother... And that the baby is growing in my tummy now….He smiled and it seemed to sink in for a minute.
“And he can sleep in my baby bed,” he replied. “And play with my baby toys.”
Ahhhhhhh- already sharing… we talked about it for a minute or two more and then as Deeda commented, it was kinda like G said, “That’s great, please pass the ketchup.” The big moment we’d been imagining kinda seemed like a spontaneous blip in the evening routine. And then the big moment I’d been imagining came.
After another rousing episode of the super friends and the hall of justice (I will be happy when we can move on from that one), it was time to brush teeth and head for bed. Before racing Deeda to the bathroom, as they do most nights these days, G stopped and turned back to me.
“You have a baby in your shirt?” he said. “I want to see.”
He really looked at me a minute and then he looked at my stomach. “Yes,” I said, “you can see.”
“You can kiss it,” Deeda piped in.
And, so, he gently kissed my tummy. (And I swear I am not making this stuff up.)
*****
Today I find myself daydreaming with a new mental image of what the family Dionne looks like. It’s all a new reality that we are four plus Dee dog. The question mark is out of the picture and it’s so fun to imagine what our life looks like six months from now, six years from now, 26 years from now…
*****
p.s. the fever I declared to be viral last week (because I am an expert in the medical field) turned out to be an ear infection,which was obvious about 3 a.m. this morning. Poor kiddo.
“And he can sleep in my baby bed,” he replied. “And play with my baby toys.”
Ahhhhhhh- already sharing… we talked about it for a minute or two more and then as Deeda commented, it was kinda like G said, “That’s great, please pass the ketchup.” The big moment we’d been imagining kinda seemed like a spontaneous blip in the evening routine. And then the big moment I’d been imagining came.
After another rousing episode of the super friends and the hall of justice (I will be happy when we can move on from that one), it was time to brush teeth and head for bed. Before racing Deeda to the bathroom, as they do most nights these days, G stopped and turned back to me.
“You have a baby in your shirt?” he said. “I want to see.”
He really looked at me a minute and then he looked at my stomach. “Yes,” I said, “you can see.”
“You can kiss it,” Deeda piped in.
And, so, he gently kissed my tummy. (And I swear I am not making this stuff up.)
*****
Today I find myself daydreaming with a new mental image of what the family Dionne looks like. It’s all a new reality that we are four plus Dee dog. The question mark is out of the picture and it’s so fun to imagine what our life looks like six months from now, six years from now, 26 years from now…
*****
p.s. the fever I declared to be viral last week (because I am an expert in the medical field) turned out to be an ear infection,which was obvious about 3 a.m. this morning. Poor kiddo.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Official Word
I’ve wondered from time to time who reads this. So, I thought this piece of news would be the perfect opportunity to get an answer to that question. Exactly two months ago today I surprised Deeda with what may be his best Valentine ever. Drum roll…. I am pregnant and we're thrilled to be expecting a new addition to the Casa de Dionne.
In the weeks since then we’ve attempted to keep the news quiet for the standard first trimester. It’s been mildly successful. We told the immediate family swearing them to secrecy and nearly killing the grandmothers in the process. Then, one by one, many friends made their own conclusions based on conspicuous lack of diet coke and wine drinking. Some called it out. Some just smiled knowingly.
So, it’s not new news to everyone at this point, but this is the official notice. Baby Dionne #2 is due October 22. Mama is feeling great now that she’s at nearly 13 weeks. I waded through a couple-three weeks of moderate nausea and pregnancy induced narcolepsy. But I feel more "normal" now.
We got our first good look at the little alien last Thursday for a nuchal translucency exam
via ultrasound. If our home office had a working scanner I’d post the photos here... instead here’s an image of what the little lemon-sized kiddo looks like. This image actually shows a lot more than what I have... the coolest part of the exam was seeing "it" stretch as if just waking up from a nap or something. Clearly, arms above the head and legs stretched out. Head to rump, the measurement was 2.8" long. Right on track.
Since I am an old mama the nuchal exam is standard procedure. Everything looks to be on the up and up. Most exciting thing about this exam is they can do a DNA gender test at only 12 weeks via the same blood work. So, we’re anxiously awaiting those results. We should know if we’re painting pink or blue by week’s end. Yikes and yippee all at the same time!
G doesn’t know he’s going to be a big brother yet. I think he’s going to totally get it and be super excited. He’s told us before his pal Brooks is his brother and when we’ve attempted to explain why he’s not, G has simply moved on to say that then Batman is his brother. Cool.
We’ll probably tell him soon. I can tell the physical evidence won’t be hidden for long. Ironically, his phrase that pays right now is “big, fat.” He says, “Mom, I want a big, fat strawberry.” Let’s just hope he continues to apply this descriptive phrase to berries and not bellies.
Back to brother Batman, G hit a milestone last week. After a month and a half of extremely difficult swim classes, he floated “all by himself “– for which the brave boy earned a Batman DVD. Basically, he has been floating by himself the entire time, but whenever the instructor would take his hands off him, he would get scared. He’d scream and cry like someone was pulling his toe nails off. The shriek echoing through the indoor pool was a long and harsh, “maaaaaa-maaaaaaaa!” It felt like we were back at that first class all over again.
They ended up having two instructors on the task of getting him over this hump… and we resorted to bribery at home. It finally worked! I could see him holding it in as he floated. He didn’t need the reward he was so proud of himself… but we marched straight to Target anyway. We’re now watching Super Friends nightly. The whole gang, Batman, Superman, Aquaman, Wonder Twins (activate!)…
He's also a bike riding fool... FINALLY! Santa is so proud.
In the weeks since then we’ve attempted to keep the news quiet for the standard first trimester. It’s been mildly successful. We told the immediate family swearing them to secrecy and nearly killing the grandmothers in the process. Then, one by one, many friends made their own conclusions based on conspicuous lack of diet coke and wine drinking. Some called it out. Some just smiled knowingly.
So, it’s not new news to everyone at this point, but this is the official notice. Baby Dionne #2 is due October 22. Mama is feeling great now that she’s at nearly 13 weeks. I waded through a couple-three weeks of moderate nausea and pregnancy induced narcolepsy. But I feel more "normal" now.
We got our first good look at the little alien last Thursday for a nuchal translucency exam
via ultrasound. If our home office had a working scanner I’d post the photos here... instead here’s an image of what the little lemon-sized kiddo looks like. This image actually shows a lot more than what I have... the coolest part of the exam was seeing "it" stretch as if just waking up from a nap or something. Clearly, arms above the head and legs stretched out. Head to rump, the measurement was 2.8" long. Right on track.Since I am an old mama the nuchal exam is standard procedure. Everything looks to be on the up and up. Most exciting thing about this exam is they can do a DNA gender test at only 12 weeks via the same blood work. So, we’re anxiously awaiting those results. We should know if we’re painting pink or blue by week’s end. Yikes and yippee all at the same time!
G doesn’t know he’s going to be a big brother yet. I think he’s going to totally get it and be super excited. He’s told us before his pal Brooks is his brother and when we’ve attempted to explain why he’s not, G has simply moved on to say that then Batman is his brother. Cool.
We’ll probably tell him soon. I can tell the physical evidence won’t be hidden for long. Ironically, his phrase that pays right now is “big, fat.” He says, “Mom, I want a big, fat strawberry.” Let’s just hope he continues to apply this descriptive phrase to berries and not bellies.
Back to brother Batman, G hit a milestone last week. After a month and a half of extremely difficult swim classes, he floated “all by himself “– for which the brave boy earned a Batman DVD. Basically, he has been floating by himself the entire time, but whenever the instructor would take his hands off him, he would get scared. He’d scream and cry like someone was pulling his toe nails off. The shriek echoing through the indoor pool was a long and harsh, “maaaaaa-maaaaaaaa!” It felt like we were back at that first class all over again.
They ended up having two instructors on the task of getting him over this hump… and we resorted to bribery at home. It finally worked! I could see him holding it in as he floated. He didn’t need the reward he was so proud of himself… but we marched straight to Target anyway. We’re now watching Super Friends nightly. The whole gang, Batman, Superman, Aquaman, Wonder Twins (activate!)…
He's also a bike riding fool... FINALLY! Santa is so proud.
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