We were reading "Magenta Gets Glasses". At one point, Magenta hopes the eye doctor is nice.
Wyatt: "I hope he's MEAN!"
Me: "Why? You want Magenta to get shots?"
Wyatt: "Yes. She yike shots."
Me: "She likes getting shots?"
Wyatt: "Yes. She got dem before. Dey were three bucks."
LOL.
Then... we were reading this horribly grammatically incorrect Cookie Monster book, where he constantly says "Me like food."
I asked Wyatt if he knew what these were, and pointed to the peas.
He didn't know.
I said "Those are PEAS."
He cracked up laughing. "PEE??????"
Then kept saying pee over and over, and I kept saying "Not PEE, PEAS!" over and over. We were both laughing so hard. :)
Crystal
Monday, November 22, 2010
Zipper
Wyatt and I were wrestling around and roughhousing.
Suddenly he yelled in a LOUD voice: "YOU'RE A ZIPPER!!!"
"A zipper?" I asked. "Does that even make sense?"
He replied in the same loud yelling voice: "NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
LOL.
Crystal
Suddenly he yelled in a LOUD voice: "YOU'RE A ZIPPER!!!"
"A zipper?" I asked. "Does that even make sense?"
He replied in the same loud yelling voice: "NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
LOL.
Crystal
Friday, November 19, 2010
Cookie Monster
We were reading a book about Cookie Monster.
Cookie Monster says "When me drink milk, me think about cookies. And when me think about cookies, me WANT COOKIES!"
Wyatt: "I want cookies! I want to be a cookie monster!!!"
(Pause)
Wyatt: "I have to be a baby cookie monster, 'cause I'm yittle."
Cookie Monster says "When me drink milk, me think about cookies. And when me think about cookies, me WANT COOKIES!"
Wyatt: "I want cookies! I want to be a cookie monster!!!"
(Pause)
Wyatt: "I have to be a baby cookie monster, 'cause I'm yittle."
A note to a woman who has just been told she should consider donor eggs...
This was a response to a post on a message board from a woman who was devastated about not having the option of a biological child...
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I can only speak for myself, but I certainly can't imagine loving ANY child more than I do my son.
I remember having all the same feelings you are currently having. Fear of the unknown. Uncertainty about the whole process. Frustration at the LACK OF CONTROL!!!! Anger at my stupid body. Anger at my life leading to being so old when I finally tried to have a baby. Anger at doctors for not figuring it out earlier. Mad that I would never have a baby with my family's chin and my inherited intelligence and artistic abilities.
I went forward with DE because it was my only choice, if I wanted to experience pregnancy and birth.
But I wasn't excited about it.
I was scared. And mad. And deflated.
We chose a donor. At the time, it was a daunting decision. I tried to choose someone similar enough to me that she could have been in my family. I tried to choose someone who was smart and witty and a good person. We finally chose her, and I felt good about it, but still nervous and not fully invested.
We went to the RE's office for DH to do his part. I brought a card and small gift for the donor, feeling that it was inadequate, but necessary. The note I wrote made DH cry.
Instead of having egg retrieval, I was in the room with DH "helping" him while the egg donor was in the retrieval room. We think we saw the person who brought the donor to the clinic sitting in the waiting room. I wonder if he knew who we were. If he judged us. If he was concerned that his friend/girlfriend/sister/whoever's egg was going to a fat old couple.
Then we went home. We waited. We got news that 22 eggs were retrieved, and 15 were fertilized and growing.
I went in for transfer, and it was different now. The embryos were no longer "hers". They were MINE. I felt it. I was excited again.
I bonded with the embryos immediately, and sang to them and begged and willed them to stick.
I got a BFN.
:(
I was devastated. Why didn't those embies feel I would be a good enough mommy? Why was I not deserving of a child?
Fast forward 2 months. FET 1. I was hopeful but not as excited. If a fresh cycle didn't work, how would an FET work?
I got a BFP.
I was over the moon. 2 heartbeats. Tiny flickers on the screen as Dh and I watched with tears. Twins. Then we lost one.
20 week ultrasound. Strong heartbeat. Tiny legs kicking the wand away. Thumb sucking. A penis!
I felt the baby, first as a flutter, then as a strange rolling sensation, as if a bowling ball was turning inside me. He reacted to my singing. He reacted to Dr. Pepper. I put my hand on my tummy and was full of awe and joy and fear... but not one thought of feeling disconnected from this life growing inside me. I had never felt so connected to anyone or anything in my life.
A scary birth, followed by a wheelchair visit to the NICU. I touched his face. I held his tiny, tiny foot. I was in love.
4 weeks of visiting him, fighting to be the one to make decisions, holding his foot through a hole in a plastic box while a blue light shined on his tiny naked body.
Then he was home. Sleeping on my chest. Sleeping on the couch next to me. Then smiling! Then laughing! Then saying "Ma-ma." Then saying "yuv you." Then saying "Sweet dreams, Mommy. I yuv you too, Mommy."
Nope. Not one second of regret. Not one second of feeling that he isn't "mine". Not one second of feeling as if I adopted someone else's child. He has taken on my sense of humor to the point where DH rolls his eyes at both of us, and Wyatt and I look at each other and giggle. We are a secret club, my son and I.
As far as having my intelligence, my artistic abilities, my chin? Well, there's no guarantee of any of that stuff anyway. My sister's bio son is a science geek who couldn't be more different than my artsy sister. And he looks NOTHING like her.
Wyatt is who he is. And he's MINE. My son. Nobody else's. Well... ok, he's DH's. But their relationship is different than ours. Me and Wyatt... well, we are a special twosome, going through adventures and "vestigations" together, and sharing hugs, kisses, and just hilarious conversations.
You are at the scary part. All the uncertainty and fear and anger and grief. I remember well. But you have nothing to fear. You'll feel your baby grow inside you. You'll feel love you've never felt before. You will soon know what it is like to know you'd die for someone else, and would walk through fire to protect them.
I won't say it isn't like adoption, because I think that is selling adoption short. I am not an adoptive mom, but I imagine adoptive moms share stories similar to mine, in loving their children. The difference is that Wyatt has been with me since he was 6 cells, and I bonded with him long before he was born.
What is it that they say? Feel the fear and do it anyway. That is the advice I am giving you. Yes, it is going to be WEIRD for the next bit. Choosing a donor and going through the RE visits up to retrieval will be scary and odd and awkward and will leave you feeling like you don't control anything in this whole process. But I PROMISE you that will change. Once the donor is out of the process and you see that heartbeat on the screen, it is like in a movie where there is a sudden epiphany and the world zooms around you... suddenly that LIFE is real, and is yours, and it will remain so.
I am no Pollyanna. I know that Wyatt and I will have some conversations that may be hard due to the circumstances of his conception. But I will deal with those when it is time. I will make sure our foundation is so strong that no matter what, my love will never be in question.
If you end up trying another IVF cycle, fine. If it has a chance of working, there's no reason not to try. But know that if you DO move forward with DE, that it will be ok. You'll still have the baby you are meant to have, and your life will be so much richer because of it.
Crystal
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I can only speak for myself, but I certainly can't imagine loving ANY child more than I do my son.
I remember having all the same feelings you are currently having. Fear of the unknown. Uncertainty about the whole process. Frustration at the LACK OF CONTROL!!!! Anger at my stupid body. Anger at my life leading to being so old when I finally tried to have a baby. Anger at doctors for not figuring it out earlier. Mad that I would never have a baby with my family's chin and my inherited intelligence and artistic abilities.
I went forward with DE because it was my only choice, if I wanted to experience pregnancy and birth.
But I wasn't excited about it.
I was scared. And mad. And deflated.
We chose a donor. At the time, it was a daunting decision. I tried to choose someone similar enough to me that she could have been in my family. I tried to choose someone who was smart and witty and a good person. We finally chose her, and I felt good about it, but still nervous and not fully invested.
We went to the RE's office for DH to do his part. I brought a card and small gift for the donor, feeling that it was inadequate, but necessary. The note I wrote made DH cry.
Instead of having egg retrieval, I was in the room with DH "helping" him while the egg donor was in the retrieval room. We think we saw the person who brought the donor to the clinic sitting in the waiting room. I wonder if he knew who we were. If he judged us. If he was concerned that his friend/girlfriend/sister/whoever's egg was going to a fat old couple.
Then we went home. We waited. We got news that 22 eggs were retrieved, and 15 were fertilized and growing.
I went in for transfer, and it was different now. The embryos were no longer "hers". They were MINE. I felt it. I was excited again.
I bonded with the embryos immediately, and sang to them and begged and willed them to stick.
I got a BFN.
:(
I was devastated. Why didn't those embies feel I would be a good enough mommy? Why was I not deserving of a child?
Fast forward 2 months. FET 1. I was hopeful but not as excited. If a fresh cycle didn't work, how would an FET work?
I got a BFP.
I was over the moon. 2 heartbeats. Tiny flickers on the screen as Dh and I watched with tears. Twins. Then we lost one.
20 week ultrasound. Strong heartbeat. Tiny legs kicking the wand away. Thumb sucking. A penis!
I felt the baby, first as a flutter, then as a strange rolling sensation, as if a bowling ball was turning inside me. He reacted to my singing. He reacted to Dr. Pepper. I put my hand on my tummy and was full of awe and joy and fear... but not one thought of feeling disconnected from this life growing inside me. I had never felt so connected to anyone or anything in my life.
A scary birth, followed by a wheelchair visit to the NICU. I touched his face. I held his tiny, tiny foot. I was in love.
4 weeks of visiting him, fighting to be the one to make decisions, holding his foot through a hole in a plastic box while a blue light shined on his tiny naked body.
Then he was home. Sleeping on my chest. Sleeping on the couch next to me. Then smiling! Then laughing! Then saying "Ma-ma." Then saying "yuv you." Then saying "Sweet dreams, Mommy. I yuv you too, Mommy."
Nope. Not one second of regret. Not one second of feeling that he isn't "mine". Not one second of feeling as if I adopted someone else's child. He has taken on my sense of humor to the point where DH rolls his eyes at both of us, and Wyatt and I look at each other and giggle. We are a secret club, my son and I.
As far as having my intelligence, my artistic abilities, my chin? Well, there's no guarantee of any of that stuff anyway. My sister's bio son is a science geek who couldn't be more different than my artsy sister. And he looks NOTHING like her.
Wyatt is who he is. And he's MINE. My son. Nobody else's. Well... ok, he's DH's. But their relationship is different than ours. Me and Wyatt... well, we are a special twosome, going through adventures and "vestigations" together, and sharing hugs, kisses, and just hilarious conversations.
You are at the scary part. All the uncertainty and fear and anger and grief. I remember well. But you have nothing to fear. You'll feel your baby grow inside you. You'll feel love you've never felt before. You will soon know what it is like to know you'd die for someone else, and would walk through fire to protect them.
I won't say it isn't like adoption, because I think that is selling adoption short. I am not an adoptive mom, but I imagine adoptive moms share stories similar to mine, in loving their children. The difference is that Wyatt has been with me since he was 6 cells, and I bonded with him long before he was born.
What is it that they say? Feel the fear and do it anyway. That is the advice I am giving you. Yes, it is going to be WEIRD for the next bit. Choosing a donor and going through the RE visits up to retrieval will be scary and odd and awkward and will leave you feeling like you don't control anything in this whole process. But I PROMISE you that will change. Once the donor is out of the process and you see that heartbeat on the screen, it is like in a movie where there is a sudden epiphany and the world zooms around you... suddenly that LIFE is real, and is yours, and it will remain so.
I am no Pollyanna. I know that Wyatt and I will have some conversations that may be hard due to the circumstances of his conception. But I will deal with those when it is time. I will make sure our foundation is so strong that no matter what, my love will never be in question.
If you end up trying another IVF cycle, fine. If it has a chance of working, there's no reason not to try. But know that if you DO move forward with DE, that it will be ok. You'll still have the baby you are meant to have, and your life will be so much richer because of it.
Crystal
Cozy
Wyatt called out "MOMMY!" from his bed.
I went in, and he was all uncovered.
"I wan to go in dere." he said.
"No, honey, but I'll cover you back up and make you all cozy."
"Ohh- kay"
"There... isn't that better? Isn't it nice to be all cozy?"
"Yes.... be cozy wif me."
:)
So I did.
Crystal
I went in, and he was all uncovered.
"I wan to go in dere." he said.
"No, honey, but I'll cover you back up and make you all cozy."
"Ohh- kay"
"There... isn't that better? Isn't it nice to be all cozy?"
"Yes.... be cozy wif me."
:)
So I did.
Crystal
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Subterranean bovines
We were walking around outside the library last night after storytime. There was a hole, and a bunch of dirt all around it where something had been digging.
Wyatt: "What did that?"
Me: "Looks like a gopher or mole or something."
Wyatt: "Maybe a snake?"
Me: "No, snakes don't make big messes like that when they make holes. Has to be something like a mole."
Wyatt: "What a mole?"
Me: "They are kinda like big rats that live in the ground."
Wyatt: "Oh."
He ponders for a few moments quietly.
Wyatt: (with a know-it-all tone to his voice) "I fink it was a cow."
Me: "A COW?"
Wyatt: "Yes. A cow."
LOL.
Crystal
Wyatt: "What did that?"
Me: "Looks like a gopher or mole or something."
Wyatt: "Maybe a snake?"
Me: "No, snakes don't make big messes like that when they make holes. Has to be something like a mole."
Wyatt: "What a mole?"
Me: "They are kinda like big rats that live in the ground."
Wyatt: "Oh."
He ponders for a few moments quietly.
Wyatt: (with a know-it-all tone to his voice) "I fink it was a cow."
Me: "A COW?"
Wyatt: "Yes. A cow."
LOL.
Crystal
Friday, November 12, 2010
Way to grow!
My mom was trying to get Wyatt to eat, while my 18 year old nephew, who is 6'5" and pretty husky, stood behind him.
My mom asked "Wyatt, don't you want to be big and strong like Mick when you grow up?"
Wyatt looked up at Mick towering over him, pondered for a second, then hung his head and said "I give up."
My mom asked "Wyatt, don't you want to be big and strong like Mick when you grow up?"
Wyatt looked up at Mick towering over him, pondered for a second, then hung his head and said "I give up."
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Aspirin
Wyatt was interested in the bottle of aspirin I just bought.
"You don't want these," I told him. "They taste yucky."
He pondered for a moment then said "Do them taste hashbrowny?" ??!?!??!?!? LOL
"You don't want these," I told him. "They taste yucky."
He pondered for a moment then said "Do them taste hashbrowny?" ??!?!??!?!? LOL
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Wyatt songs
Every night, I sing "Baby Don't You Cry" to Wyatt at least once. I have sung this song to him every day for at least the past two years. "Sing Baby!" he's said since he could talk. I can sing this song without even thinking about it. But it's so much better when I really think about it. Such a cute song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=inqd00PuNqQ
Now, I follow up with "Twinkle Little Star" (although sometimes he requests the sillier version of "Twinkle Little Fart"... don't ask. Ok, you asked. "Twinkle twinkle little fart, how I wonder what I ate, hanging out around the air. Wish that you were over there. Twinkle twinkle little fart, how I wonder what I ate."
You asked.
There are a few other songs that are stand-bys if he is having a rough time going to sleep.
"You Are My Sunshine" is one, with added verses "you are my sweetheart" and "you are my Wyatt".
Then there are a few I made up...
"You're my little sweetheart, it's true
And you know that I love you
Yes I do, yes I do
You're my little sweetheart, I know
And you know that I love you so
Love you so, love you so"
and
"You're my little puffalump
My little sweetie-heart
My little cutie-pie
You're my little cutie-pie
My little sweetie-heart
My little puffalump
Aaaaaand I love you
Aaaaaand I love you
Aaaaaand I love you, I love you, I do"
I used to sing "Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep, little Wyatt. Mommy loves you, yes she does, but you need to go to sleep. Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep little Wyatt. Go to sleep, go to sleep, little Wyatt, please sleep" back when he was a baby and had the hardest time falling asleep. But I haven't had to resort to that in a long time!
I still remember when I tried "Unchained Melody" when he only had a few words. I hit that high note, and he just shook his head no.
Anyway, I am glad he likes to listen to me sing. It brings me a lot of joy to know that something I love brings comfort to him. Now if I could only get him into the songs I really like to sing. ;)
Crystal
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=inqd00PuNqQ
Now, I follow up with "Twinkle Little Star" (although sometimes he requests the sillier version of "Twinkle Little Fart"... don't ask. Ok, you asked. "Twinkle twinkle little fart, how I wonder what I ate, hanging out around the air. Wish that you were over there. Twinkle twinkle little fart, how I wonder what I ate."
You asked.
There are a few other songs that are stand-bys if he is having a rough time going to sleep.
"You Are My Sunshine" is one, with added verses "you are my sweetheart" and "you are my Wyatt".
Then there are a few I made up...
"You're my little sweetheart, it's true
And you know that I love you
Yes I do, yes I do
You're my little sweetheart, I know
And you know that I love you so
Love you so, love you so"
and
"You're my little puffalump
My little sweetie-heart
My little cutie-pie
You're my little cutie-pie
My little sweetie-heart
My little puffalump
Aaaaaand I love you
Aaaaaand I love you
Aaaaaand I love you, I love you, I do"
I used to sing "Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep, little Wyatt. Mommy loves you, yes she does, but you need to go to sleep. Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep little Wyatt. Go to sleep, go to sleep, little Wyatt, please sleep" back when he was a baby and had the hardest time falling asleep. But I haven't had to resort to that in a long time!
I still remember when I tried "Unchained Melody" when he only had a few words. I hit that high note, and he just shook his head no.
Anyway, I am glad he likes to listen to me sing. It brings me a lot of joy to know that something I love brings comfort to him. Now if I could only get him into the songs I really like to sing. ;)
Crystal
Curious George
We read "Curious George Goes Fishing". George uses a string tied to a mop as a fishing pole, and Wyatt thought it was so funny! He just kept giggling and giggling about it.
Then we got done with our 3 books, and he turned out the light.
I started singing his songs to him, and he started giggling. "What's so funny?" I asked.
"He fish with a mop!!!!"
Heheheheh...
Then we got done with our 3 books, and he turned out the light.
I started singing his songs to him, and he started giggling. "What's so funny?" I asked.
"He fish with a mop!!!!"
Heheheheh...
Goodnight Moon
There's a page in Goodnight Moon that shows the real moon as full, and a picture of the moon as a quarter-moon. So I showed Wyatt the difference and turned the page. The next page had a big full moon on it... he asked: "Is that a whole moon? Where the money moon?" ?!?!?! It took me a second of processing... Ohhhhhhhhhh, quarter=money. LOLOL!!!
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