Oh, I *AM* One of Those People

I'm working on something for one of our restaurants, and have a pile of business cards on my desk. I started to notice how so many people actually have 2 business cards. So I started thinking, how absolutely important do you have to be to have not one, but two business cards? And how much time to these people have, that they can do two things that require business cards? Do they work just for fun?? Or do they have double MBA's or something?

Then I realized that yours truly has two business cards. One for my humble, mild mannered day job and another for my fired up, crusading baby saving "job."

Yes, it's true. I have nothing worthwhile occupying my mind, which is why it wanders like this.

Reminders, Reminders

Isaiah's sick. Gave him "nighttime" cold Rx for kids, and I swear he fidgeted for 2 hours. Tapped the wall. bounced his foot. Scratched his ankle. He doesn't have restless leg syndrome, he has restless BODY syndrome. Hubs had put Vicks on him (do other races still use this stuff?? Or is it just us late ass Latinos?) and during his fidget fest, he rubbed some off his own chest, and rubbed it on mine. Rubbed it off from under his nose, and smeared it under mine. He said it was to make me feel better, too.
He finally, thankfully gave way to sleep and I just sat there and watched him. How could it be that this little person was a tiny baby not so long ago? How could he turn into a MAN, this boy who still sings to me while I tuck him in? *sigh* And don't get me started on Daimean, who is ten and has a whole life, it seems, that I'm not a part of. It's not that I don't want him to, because he has to, right? But it happened overnight, almost. One day we were the center of his universe, and the next he had friends and day camp and online video games.
My grandmother, who raised five children and had a hand in my own upbringing, often said that the best you can do for your kids is love them, love them, love them, and point them away from you so they can stand on their own two feet. Turns out that's a little harder than it sounds.

Don't Dry Wool Sweaters

This weekend I got to have lunch with a family that adopted a girl who was relinquished through Safe Haven. We like to call them "our" babies. She is beautiful, charming, funny, smart. Her mommas are educated, funny and warm. She's not quite two yet, but she's traveled far more extensively than I have. She signs words she can't say yet, and she actually eats olives. (As opposed to my kids, who gagged and threw up when given olives) It's always amazing to see a family come together and made whole through Safe Haven. She's got a bright future, that one.

Last night Hubs threw his work uniforms into the wash, and I said I'd put them in the dryer for him. When they were done, he piled it all into a basket and went to hang them up. A minute later, Belly comes into the kitchen with the cutest black/argyle sweater on. Yep, Hubs grabbed one of his wool sweaters on accident and put it with the rest of his wash. I didn't notice, so I threw it in the dryer. It shrank to approximately 1/3 of it's original size. On the plus side, it looks great on Belly.

Absentee Blogger

Wow, I've been away for quite a while it seems. It's going to take me a few days to get reacquainted with my favorite blogs and find out what everyone's been up to.
Christmas and New Year's Eve passed by nicely for us. The tree is down, the decorations are put away, and my husband gave me Mighty Putty as a stocking stuffer so I'm not looking for things that need fixing.
I've got Sweeney Todd on dvd waiting for me at home, and a cold weekend coming up that's just begging to be spent curled up on the couch.

We'll return to our regularly scheduled madness next week.

What?!

Belly came into the dining room to ask me what "scarifice" means. I answered, and then listened as he returned to the living room where his brother was minding his own business. Belly picked up his light saber and started hitting his brother lightly and repeating, "Sac-ri-fice... sac-ri-fice..."
What?!
Daimean explained that to sacrifice him, it would mean he'd be gone. And do you know what that little sociopath said?! "That's okay. I got Momma and Daddy."
Yes, he's on time out. Yes, I'm a bit worried about the little wonk.
**Update**,
Belly decided to sit down and write a letter to his brother. He showed it to me and told me it says, "D, I'm sorry I hit you a lot. I want to play and love you." It showed two smiling boys at the top, which he explained are he and his brother after he apologizes. Then he took it to Daimean and gave him a hug while telling him he's the best brother ever.
Much better :)

Wordless Wednesday

This Christmas

This Christmas, you'll likely be opening gifts, visiting family, and making with the merry.
Yesterday, a newborn girl was left outside in the cold. This Christmas, she'll be in the hospital.
This Christmas, you'll hug your children, your spouse, or your mom and be thankful that you have a family.
Today, that baby girl is recovering from her time outside. This Christmas, she'll have no family to celebrate her arrival. Only nurses, doctors and DCFS case workers.

Every state in the US has a Safe Haven Law to help stop unsafe infant abandonments. In weather like Chicago's, they can quickly become deadly abandonments. Please, take a moment to contact your local newspaper, grocery store or community representative and ask them to post information about Safe Haven today. I guaranty you, there is another woman out there who is pregnant and doesn't know what to do. Help get her the information she needs to make a responsible choice, because this Christmas, every child deserves to be safe.

For more information about the Safe Haven Law in your area, please visit

www.NationalSafeHavenAlliance.org