I win! I win! I win!

Guess who said her first words? Salome! Guess what her first word was? Dada? No. Mama? Yes, yes, yes!!!! Gary tried to call me while I was in the OR and got my voice mail. He had the speaker phone on. Sally heard my voice and said, "Mama". Smart girl. Then this morning when I came home she looked at me and said, "mamamamama". How happy am I? This happy-















Give me the camera so that I might eat it

Jenn didn't like the last pic I posted of her. It didn't capture her totally cool attributes, so I'm posting another:

My two girls

I like to see people's reactions when I tell them I have a teenager. It usually goes like this: they see The Pooter and ask how old she is. Then they ask if she's my first. I say no, I have a 14 year old. Then their jaws drop. "That's a big age difference!" Yeah, no kidding. My new neighbor(who I suspect is actually crazy) actually had the cajones to say Pooter was an accident. Her being a mother of 4 might be an accident. A 10-car pileup, actually. But my Pooter is here on purpose. The most common response, however, is all the folks who say, "Oh, you have a built in babysitter." This always makes me cringe. I don't want the Dear Kid to think that Pooter is another chore. Especially when I still carry the scars of my big sister babysitting me. Like I asked her to babysit me. I think I'd rather have had Lizzie Borden for a sitter, at least she was nice to her sister.

Well, anyhoo, I try not to advantage of Jenn. I do a lot of, "can-you-sit-with-the-baby-while-I..." And I told her if the baby swallows anything she leaves around-like paper clips-she has to sift through her poop to find it. But paper clips aside, she is a really good big sister and her Pooter loves her.

Have I won the lottery yet?

I've been awake since 5am, at work since 7:30am. It's now 12 hours later and I've hit my limit for time without The Pooter. Especially since most of my job requires sitting on my butt and waiting:waiting for the doctor to show up, waiting for the family to make a decision. Before baby, it was nice to while away the time, catch up on my email or study something(or write in my blog). But now it's a BIG FAT WASTE OF MY TIME! Time I could be snuggling, feeding, nursing, playing with or singing songs to my Pooter.

Dear God,

If you let me win the lottery, I promise I'll do good things with the money. Feed orphans, take in strays, recycle. It doesn' t even need to be the big MEGA millions. One or two million would be fine, I'm not greedy. I just want to stay home for the next couple 'a years.

Sincerely yours,

Pooter's mom

p.s. What if I say a Novena?