Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Baby it's cold outside

This is just one of the sweetest songs I have ever heard. Enjoy :)

(I really can't stay) But baby it's cold outside
(Got to go away) But baby it's cold outside
(This evening has been) Been hoping you'd drop in
(So very nice) I'll hold your hands they're just like ice
(My mother will start to worry) Beautiful watch you're wearing
(My father will be pacing the floor) Listen to the fireplace roar
(So really I'd better scurry) Beautiful please don't hurry
(Well maybe just half a drink) Put some records on while I pour
(The neighbors might think) Baby it's bad out there
(Say what's in this drink) No cabs to be had out there
(I wish I knew how) Your eyes are like starlight now
(To break this spell) I'll take your hat your hair looks swell
(I ought to say no no) Mind if I move in closer
(At least I'm going to say I tried) What's the sense of hurting my pride
(I really can't stay) Baby don't hold out
(Both) Baby it's cold outside

(I simply must go) Baby it's cold outside
(The answer is no) Baby it's cold outside
(The welcome has been) How lucky that you dropped in
(So nice and warm) Look out the window at the storm
(My sister will be suspicious) Gosh your lips look delicious
(My brother will be there at the door) Waves upon a tropical shore
(My maiden aunt's mind is vicious) Gosh your lips are delicious
(But maybe just a cigarette) Never such a blizzard before
(I got to get home) But baby you'd freeze out there
(Say lend me a comb) It's up to your knees out there
(You've really been grand) I thrill when you touch my hand
(But don't you see) How can you do this to me
(There's bound to be talk tomorrow) Think of my life long sorrow
(At least they'll be plenty implied) If you caught pneumonia and died
(I really can't stay) Get over that old doubt
(Both) Baby it's cold
(Both) Baby it's cold outside

Monday, December 8, 2008

I took my eyes off her for 3 seconds

She was standing at the bedroom door, eating a cracker.  I turned around to put on a shirt.  We were getting ready to go to the company's kids' Christmas party.  I didn't even button up.  All I did was pull the shirt over my arms.  Three seconds.

Some internal alarm went off.  I spun around to see her slip down the first stair.  Then the second.  A scream stuck in my throat as I lunged toward my precious baby, my life, now sliding down down down just beyond my desperate grasp.  The third.  The fourth.  And on.  And on.  And on.   

Oh God.  Oh God.  Oh God.

She tried to stop herself.  Tried to turn.  It put her into a spin.  There were four more stairs to go. 

The scream made its way out as I kept trying to grab her but instead saw her rolling, head spinning, her little arms flailing as she spun and bounced out of control down to the floor.

My heart stopped beating.  The world disappeared.

Her screams pierced my head.  Oh Thank God.  She is crying.  Thank You God.  Thank You God.  Thank You God.

I scooped her up and ran.  I found the couch and opened my eyes to look down at my screaming baby.  My life.

No blood.  Nothing seemed broken.

She grabbed at my breast desperate for comfort.  I clung to her desperate for ... reassurance?  forgiveness?

She's OK.  Nothing more than a slightly swollen lip.  I don't know if I will ever forget what I saw.  The memory is so sharp that it still causes my heart to tighten.  I don't know if I will ever forgive myself.

Funnily enough though, she still loves to climb the stairs.

Friday, December 5, 2008

How come...

... when some people leave a comment I can reply to their email addy, and I can't with others???

WT... Friday

Any idea why I changed this to Wednesday?  Me neither. 

But anyway:

The unopened pack of  ham slices that were supposed to expire TOMORROW were already smelling funky.  WT...?  So much for the visions of club sandwiches that where shaking their bootays in my head.  PBJ... meh.  It silenced the growl at any rate.

They put up the Christmas trees in the mall.  But that was it.  Just Christmas trees.  No lights.  No dangly thingys.  No sparkling stuff.  WT... ??  Welcome to Elbonia.

And that's it!  That's all I got.  It's been a good week I guess :)

So let's hear yours!

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Up, down, in, out, all about.

She fell asleep at 4:30pm today on the way home from the mall.  And it seems as I write this at 6:00 pm, like she is down for the night.  Earlier this week she fell asleep at 9:30pm.  Last week saw 5:30pm and 11:00 pm.

Not scheduled much???

She used to be a roughly 7 /8 pm to 7 / 8 am with a couple wake-ups in between.  Now, I have no clue how things will go.  I'm just following her lead.

I'm totally for ''sleep when you are tired and eat when you are hungry''.  It makes perfect sense to me.  But jeez, what's wrong with a lil' semblance of routine?!

So now I have the WHOLE EVENING to myself, and I have no clue what to do with it.  There are dishes and toys to be packed, laundry, general cleaning, my nails, sleep debts to repay.  You know, the exciting stuff.  But... naah...  How bout nothing for a change?

Hubby left this morning to go ride sled dogs for Santa somewhere past the Arctic Circle in Northern Finland.  He said that Rudolf isn't so special... all the reindeer he has seen so far have red noses.  Maybe Rudolf is just a stud like that.  I wonder if he will bring back a Husky?

Later edit:

So much for that early bed time.  She woke up at 7:15.  It is going to be a looooong night.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

The baby bit my boob and other fun tales.


That's how I reacted to the searing feeling of her newly chipped front tooth grating away the skin of my poor, poor, right mammary.


That's how she reacted to my reaction.

''Oh no, Mama's sorry pumpkin. It's OK. It's OK. Here you go'' *returns now shredded and bleeding boob to sniffling Angel*.

*Stifle scream of agony as she resumes nursing.*

She didn't mean to. It was an accident. It was most likely my fault. It still hurts like the deepest flaming pits of hell. It was her favorite boob too. It still is.

Onto other fun stories!

I didn't marry an @ss!!  I knew it! He is a wonderful, caring, sensitive, loving, funny, awesome, smart, sexy, handsome man. He just had a moment of weakness. It happens. I was a bee-atch. It happens. But everything is all lovey dovey once more :) Yay! Being in love is so yummy :)

It's CHRISTMAS!! My tree et al is up. The baby is trying her best to take it back down. I am Jingle Bell Rocking all around the kitchen thanks to this amazing lil program called Spotify. Since I can't get any Trini radio stations to play on the Mac (because the Mac, the radio stations and / or I am incompetant), I am using this nifty thingy to listen to all my music. Unless you like really crappy pop, obscure Euro trash tunes or weird techno music, Estonian radio just doesn't cut it.

Music is such an important part of Christmas, isn't it! There is nothing like the notes of those old hymns or the jingling of the bubbly Christmas pop to transport you back to your own childhood days when Christmas was a time of magic. Listening to it today while I pushed the baby around in the living room in her stroller (she likes it, we don't have to get dressed, I'm sure we look weird, but I'm not complaining) I felt that magic again.

The magic of twinkling lights; the excitement of trying to catch a glimpse of Santa and his flying reindeer; the smell of ham, home-made bread, sorrel, ponche-de-creme, turkey and stuffing; the bustling feeling of preparation in the air; the choir at church who always give it that extra jazz; the magical stories; the beautiful, fairy-tale decorations at the mall; the new curtains and freshly painted walls; the happy visitors; the creche; the generosity; the laughter of Christmas morning; the ''how yuh Christmas shaping up?'' from everybody you meet; Soca Santa sweating on the highway in his roller skates advertising Elsa's Toy Store; the any-time-of-the-day-traffic-jams; the music that plays only at this time of year.

Elbonia doesn't really celebrate Christmas. They acknowledge it all right, but I wouldn't use the word ''Celebrate''. They are a reserved people (coughcoughgrinchescoughcough) If you blink at the mall you are likely to miss the decorations. Nary is carol to be heard.  Polar opposite to Trini Christmas.  Trini's are everything but reserved.

This will be my 3rd year away from home for Christmas. I would give anything to be back in Trini. But Birmingham will have to do. Yup! Birmingham. One of my closest friends, Nalini and her two little girls are leaving warm and sunny / rainy Trini to spend a cold Yuletide with her brother in B'ham. The Angel, hubby and I will be crashing.  We'll be kicking it pseudo-trini style, with scarves and sweaters instead of strappy tops and stilettos . Grocery lists are being compiled for real Trini ingredients as I write.  And I am finally feeling ''it''.

I'm really really looking forward to Christmas this year :)

Are you feeling the feeling yet?