We celebrated Holden’s Nana’s birthday this evening with a little Babe’s Chicken and Hokey Pokey. A good time was had by all.Holden was in an especially joyous mood, and he allowed Nana, Nanaw (my hubby’s grandma,) and Rowdy the great pleasure of hearing his babyspeak. He was laying it on thick with a double dose of smiles and coos.
Holden can become quite nasty if we get off our daily routine. Sometimes he screams so hard he holds his breath. Mommy does not like that!
A little after 7:00 we leave the restaurant and head back to Nana’s for gifts. I start to feel beads of sweat forming along my forehead, my heart begins to pound so hard it shakes the car, and my palms are clammy.
We’ll never make it! I look back at the munchkin smirking at me. Bath time is at 8:00, there is no way we will make it! Based on past experience … this is not a good situation. I express my fear to my hubby. I don’t know if it is the rapid thumping coming from my chest or if he is having nervous flashbacks, but he is thinking the same thing I am thinking. We had planned to be home by 8:00. We don’t have a PLAN B! It is like waiting for the full moon to pop out and a werewolf to emerge.
Hubby drops us off at Nana’s and dashes to the nearest store for baby wash while Nana and I get Holden’s bath ready.
I can tell when the socks are about to hit the fan … even a baby’s subtle shifts are strongly felt by his mommy. However, the second we strip him down he relaxes. Holden knows what is next and it is nothing short of pure bliss to him. I slip him down into the warm water and he lets out his baby sigh …. ahhhhh. Everything is right with the world. Mommy and daddy - 1 … fussy baby - 0.
Funny how the things that make you feel anxious … and I mean really anxious … take on a foreign and completely random form when you have a kid. Never in my wildest dreams could I imagine that the mere thought of filling a tub with warm water 5 minutes later than “scheduled” would send shivers of dread down my spine.
Now that Holden is content we commence with Nana’s gifts.
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I love looking at old pictures and I asked my husband to pull out some baby pictures. I wanted to see how much Holden looks like his daddy. And boy, does he! Daddy sure was a cutey.
The highlight was Nanaw’s comments. She is one funny lady. She said, “there sure are a lot of brown headed women in these pictures,” and we waited for the punch line, “we are all gray now!”
I found a gray hair in my eyebrow a couple of days ago. What is up with that?
Which reminds me ….. One of my less than “positive” loved ones once told me “the human body matures until it is 18 years of age … then it slowly begins to die.” By the way, I do not recommend saying this to a 10 year old. It kind of messes them up…
So what can we learn from this? Make the most of the descent!
We can blame Rowdy for the goofy look on my face in this picture. I set the timer and ran back to my place in line. Rowdy kept poking me in the side behind Nanaw's back. He's so silly!
Happy Birthday, Nana!!!
-Carmen
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