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September 18, 2005
Happy Birthday, Signa!
Dear Signa,
Today you turn 3 years old. In about an hour and 5 minutes, to be exact. I cannot believe three whole years have gone by since that morning when I heard your tiny cry for the first time. You have changed so much this year. You are no longer shy and reserved. You are always smiling and happy and the first to greet people. Daddy says that he should give you a cocktail tray at the park, because you walk up to everyone, even strangers, and thank them for coming. Usually with a hug, too.
Gone is that clingy girl who was scared of loud and scared of big. Now you are just happy pretty much all the time. And if you are frowning, it's usually fake, as you are waiting for me to say, "I think I see a smile under there!" and then you laugh and laugh.
This year will be a big year for you, Mrs. Magillicutty. You will become a big sister and although you act happy about it, you really don't have a clue. What is funny to me is that you will become a big sister at the same age as I did. And you won't even remember these years before your sibling. So while I'm glad you won't remember what you are missing, it is kind of sad, as these three years have been the most wonderful, miraculous special three years of my whole life. And you won't even remember them.
But hopefully with the journals and pictures, you'll at least be able to know the love that we have always had for our Baby Weej and Mrs. Magillicutty. Hopefully you will be able to just always know how special you are.
Love,
Momma
Posted by Debbie at 07:19 AM | Comments (0)
September 16, 2005
Whining
So Signa did two things to make me cry yesterday. One that was so happy and one that was so sad.
When I came home from work, I gave her the Darth Vader shirt that I picked up for her to wear to her party on Sunday. She put her little hand on her heart and said, "For ME? Where did it come from?" I told her I got it at the store at my lunch time and she hugged my legs and said, "Ahhhh. That was SO nice of you." All over a t-shirt. What a sweetie pie.
But then later, as I was wallowing in the misery that has become my evenings, she told me that she was going to get a new momma for her birthday. One that wasn't sick and would play catch with her. Then she just walked away.
I know she didn't mean it, but for how crappy I feel, it just made me feel sadder that I can't really even fake it right now.
I'm going to try really hard at her party, though. Really, really hard. Luckily it's only 2 hours long. SOMETIMES I'm relatively okay for two hours in the morning. Thankfully it's not evening, as that is when Crash and Burn really happens. Monday should be fun, too. I have to work a benefits fair from 6:30am to 7:30pm. Whoopee.
Still waiting for those Happy Hormones.
Posted by Debbie at 12:49 PM | Comments (0)
September 14, 2005
Three Year Check-up and 7-Week Check-up
Signa had her checkup yesterday. She was all excited to go see Dr. Mary and did fine with the nurse- measuring her (37"), weighing her (29 lbs.), and asking about her. But then Dr. Mary came in. With her high pitched baby talk and take over attitude, Signa panicked. She didn't cry (until the shot), but she got The Lip and said, "I want to go home to see Jack and Jones 2." Dr. Mary ran her through the usual and the whole appointment only took 15 minutes. The shot causes massive tears, that were extended into the future due to naptime. She was fine, though. Dr. Mary said she's perfectly healthy, as we already knew. She also harped about potty training for a long time, but I'm not ready to worry about that. Signa does what she does when she's ready. She's just not ready yet.
Now we have to decide what to do about Dr. Mary. The loud high-pitched baby talk just doesn't work with Signa. There is a man in the office that she likes. We may switch to him next time.
In other cute news, Marc called and left me a voice mail message today. He was making her dinosaur chicken (chicken chunks shaped like dinosaurs) and asked her how many she thought she wanted. It's usually like 5 or 6, but today, she thought about it for a bit and then said, "A pound a day!"
New Kid and I also went for our first check-up. I think the new doctor will be okay, although my heart is still broken about Dr. Dalal. We get to go back in 2 weeks and get ultrasound pictures of New Kid's heartbeat! I'm excited for that, as we didn't do that with Signa until 20 weeks.
Posted by Debbie at 04:36 PM | Comments (0)
September 12, 2005
Happy Hormones
So this next part could be considered political, but really it's not. Signa sings, "The monkey chased the George Bush" which I really think is hilarious. I figured she must have figured out it was amusing to call the President a weasel. But then the other day it clicked. "All around the mulberry BUSH." That's what sparks her George BUSH reference. Oh well. It's still funny.
She also kisses my belly every night and has decided not to chose between a brother and a sister. "Two [holds out two fingers really far] babies in there. A brother AND a sister."
Hey, maybe that's why I feel so gross.
Poor Marc has had to do everything. I just lie around like one of Signa's plastic walruses moaning with carsickness and tiredness. It was not like this with Signa. I had Happy Hormones with Signa. Where are my freaking Happy Hormones? I hope they hit soon or I am going to lose my patience with myself.
Posted by Debbie at 03:57 PM | Comments (0)
Yucky
Hey, New Kid.
By now, I'd written a bunch more entries in your sister's journal, but I honestly open a page and set to write and all I have to tell you is how sick I feel. I do, but it isn't nice to rub that in when you still have a tail and not even flippers yet.
So I leave no writing and just hope you know that as sick as I feel, I'm doubly so excited about you being here making me so. Your sister wakes up every morning and says, "Is the baby coming today? Is the baby coming today?" Twice, every morning. She can't wait, either.
Love,
Momma
Posted by Debbie at 03:54 PM | Comments (2)
September 08, 2005
March of the Snails- WARNING- POLITICS AHEAD
Again, WARNING! POLITICS AHEAD! I won't debate with anyone and I don't care if you agree with me or not.
So, March of the Snails. No, I'm not talking about FEMA. This is what Signa said at the park when she was playing with the snails. She is really, really wanting to see March of the Penguins. Can you tell?
Back to FEMA. I am so sorry my children (ooooo... feels weird to say, "children"!) won't know the New Orleans I know. Not that I've ever been there, but it's in my head as one of the most wondrous places ever. Full of parties and playing and joy. Now it's full of water.
Our President says it's not time to play the Blame Game, but it's hardly a game when there is supposed to be only one team. FEMA stands for "Federal Emergency Management Agency". Just from the name alone, we know that it is their job to… um… federally manage emergencies? They did not. Who is FEMA's leader? Mr. Brown. Mr. Brown's prior job was to take care of a horse association. Not that that was an easy job, I'm sure, but really not too much to do with: 1) federal. 2) emergency. 3) management. 4) agency. So who is his boss? Homeland Security. Who is their boss? Mr. President.
I do believe that the local government and state government played a role in bad management. Like, I still can't find any good reason for that picture of the school busses underwater. Why weren't they used? I don't know, but this isn't the entirety of the governor and mayor jobs. The governor's name isn't "SEMA" (State Emergency Management Agency) and the Mayor's name isn't "CEMA" (City Emergency Management Agency). FEMA has the name. They should have been filing their nails at the "old-hat" ness of this. Oh. Maybe they were.
From the FEMA website, I found this: "As it has for more than 20 years, FEMA's mission remains: to lead America to prepare for, prevent, respond to and recover from disasters with a vision of 'A Nation Prepared.'"
It's in my nature to take things like this apart and analyze every word, but I can't. It's just too easy.
If this had been a terrorist attack, would we have responded so poorly? If everyone hadn't been on vacation, would we have responded so poorly? But the Blame Game? Federal Emergency Management Agency wins. The people of the Gulf States America lose.
Posted by Debbie at 08:51 AM | Comments (0)
September 07, 2005
Due in April
I cut out the pee part.
We had Signa be the one to tell most people.
Posted by Debbie at 06:20 AM | Comments (1)
September 03, 2005
Pictures
I decided to password protect the pictures. Please email me if you want access and I will assign you info! debbie at mascotmanor dot org
And August pictures are up!
-Debbie
Posted by Debbie at 08:14 AM | Comments (0)