Posts Tagged ‘wild child’

Stacey thanks her source for thank-you ideas

Saturday, November 6th, 2010

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To be perfectly honest, writing this blog has been kind of hard. On most days, I’ve known exactly who I’ve wanted to thank. Inspiration has come in the form of a compliment or a funny experience. Maybe a grown man wearing a denim onesie or a monkey shaped child leash. Possibly a poop joke or a store that sells both candy necklaces and ninja stars. But then other days, I’ve struggled, staring at my computer screen and scanner thinking: “Uh, who should I thank today?”

In reality, the hard thank-you-writing posts are the ones that have probably been the most beneficial to me. I mean, for the last 357 days, I’ve HAD to be thankful for something. But not just the same thing — because that would have been easy. I’m thankful for my family and friends every day. But rather it’s forced me to take stock of all the unconsidered goodness in my life that extends past the obviously wonderful things like my husband, baby, parents, brother, friends, etc., etc., etc.

Mustering up some sort of casual appreciation every day has, in a way, acted as an exercise in positive thinking. Or, since I’m not really a religious person (I say prayers with Ollie every night but that basically consists of us screaming, “AMEN!” at the top of our lungs and “God Blessing” every single person with whom he’s ever come into contact), I could consider this blog to be a pseudo-prayer for me. Like I’m thanking the universe for some sort of daily good fortune.

And over the past year — what good fortune I’ve had! I started back to work after year plus hiatus of being a stay-at-home mom (even just a monthly magazine column feels good to put out), Grey and I got pregnant with our second baby (and we’re ALMOST at the finish line!), Ollie’s grown into a healthy two-year-old-wild-child, and we’ve moved to a charming town we love (zero commute, beach picnics, and where the local grocer knows my name). I have to in some ways think part of all this goodness is due to my thank yous. Maybe I’ve read The Secret one too many times, but I think positive thinking can do some amazing things!

So for the days I’ve sat thinking, at 11:45pm, “Uhhhhhh….who should I write to tonight?” – thank God for random bloggers, People.com, books, magazines, newspapers, Wikipedia, and CNN for thank-you fodder!

Sometimes, inspiration for thank yous comes SO easily.  Like this picture.  This could be a thank you in and of itself.  But other times, writing these notes has been harder and I've had to rack my brain and search everywhere for an idea.

Sometimes, inspiration for thank yous comes SO easily. Like this picture I saw today of a family wearing matching Christmas pajamas. This could be a thank you in and of itself -- it's that bizarrely hilarious that it inspires gratitude in me immediately. But other times, writing these letters has been harder and I've had to rack my brain and search everywhere for a note idea.

Stacey thanks her crazy little monkey

Monday, August 16th, 2010

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Ah! Today Ollie turns two! I can’t even believe it. First, geez, does time fly. Where did all the months go? I feel like I was handed a seven pound bundle of blankets and all of a sudden it materialized into a wild little boy that hops on the dining room table and hammers the TV screen with his toy trains. Second, wow, I can’t even believe I’ll have another one of these in just three months. Both thoughts make me want to hysterically laugh and cry and eat massive amounts of synthetic cheese snacks to take my mind off of reality.

Before I had Ollie, I knew parents loved their kids. Everyone knows that. I got the whole “motherhood” thing — or so I thought. Then, August 16, 2008 rolled around and I was floored. I remember one girlfriend telling me to look forward to my labor because it would be the “best day” of my life and, boy, was that dead on. Ollie’s birthday, and every day since then, has been leaps and bounds better than any other time in my life (though I will admit it was fun kisssing drunk boys and dancing to cheesy frat house music in college). But seriously, I think I speak for both Grey and I when I say that having Ollie was the single happiest event in both of our lives. Yeah, our wedding day was special, but bringing a new human being into the world topped it by miles.

When I look back over my blog entries, or even the whole point of why I’m doing this daily thanking — I think Ollie takes the cake for the thing for which I am most grateful. Happy 2, Lil Fella!

My cheering squad checks out a first glimpse of Baby O

My cheering squad checks out a first glimpse of Baby O

Back from the OR, I check out my little man for the first time...I think it's funny I have essentials like my Blackberry and hairbrush within reaching distance.  The necessities of child bearing.

Back from the OR, I examine my bundle of joy for the first time...I think it's funny I have essentials like my Blackberry and hairbrush within reaching distance. The necessities of child bearing.

Just a few hours after being removed from my belly, Ollie looks incredibly well-adjusted to life outside the womb.

Just a few hours after being removed from my belly, Ollie looks incredibly well-adjusted to life outside the womb. Thankfully, he inherited his dad's rosy skin tone!

Stacey thanks her dad for always telling it like it is

Monday, March 1st, 2010

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I’m back in Virginia after my mid-winter vacation in Erie, PA. The six hour drive home once again gave me time for profound thoughts (How fast do spaceships fly? Do animals and people go to the same heaven? If you mix pink and blue eyeshadow, what color does it make?) and cheesy music (old school Snoop, Tom Jones, Ray Lynch).

So after 10 days with my family, I of course couldn’t escape thinking about how lucky I am to have such great parents. They woke up with Ollie at the crack of dawn to let me snooze until lunchtime and filled every minute of his day with fun activities like the Children’s Museum and trips to the appliance store (for a kid that loves buttons, this was like Xanadu). Plus, they offered endless accidental entertainment — like when I overheard my mom saying to Ollie, “What’s the doggy say? Barf Barf!” HA!

I also had to laugh at my dad’s unofficial life mantra of “Honesty is the best policy: Blunt is better!” I think everyone needs the truth in their lives and my father is just the man to tell it to them.

For instance: He likened Ollie’s insane behaviors to my own as a child and explained the only babysitter that could handle me was a woman named, Amy, who was conveniently blind and therefore able to overlook (no pun intended) my biting, pinching, and general harassing of other children. Another parent may have just said, “Oh don’t worry, this is just a phase Ollie’s going through” — but not my dad. Why skirt the issue? My son is a hellion because I was and, hey, paypacks are a bitch. Point taken.

The thing is, he’s not trying to be mean or rude. He just speaks his mind. And in a world in which everyone is babied and coddled – this kind of honestly is refreshing!

Stacey thanks her son’s favorite author and illustrator

Wednesday, February 10th, 2010

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As a former English teacher, I know how hard it is to get boys interested in books. Girls, too, can be a challenge, but there seems to be so much literature geared toward the fairer sex, that little boys are sometimes left to read the backs of video game boxes and comics.

That’s why I’m SO happy that my son has found books he loves at such an early age. Every day Ollie shoves our tattered copy of “No, David” in my face and shrieks until I read the book 25 times in a row.  I swear, I think Ollie identifies with this character. Number one: he looks a LOT like David (bald head, sharp teeth). Number two: David is wild as hell (like Ollie). Number three: the pictures are kind of psychotic looking (I’ve noticed Ollie is drawn to the perverse; he takes after me like that).

I know it’s not as if he’s begging me to read him Beowulf, but at least it’s a start.

This book makes me consider writing my own books about Ollie. I could call them, "The Adventures of O-Fitz"

Ironically, the one word Ollie really doesn't seem to understand is, "NO." Selective hearing, I think.

Ollie and David could be twins!!!

Ollie and David could be twins!!! (PS -- Like the outfit? Santa jacket, pirate pants, and striped socks. Can you tell I need to do laundry?)

Stacey thanks her parents for a lot of stuff

Wednesday, December 2nd, 2009

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I think my parents silently laugh when they see Ollie display wild hellion tendencies. I can just hear them, “Oh hahaah — she’s screwed! He’s just like SHE was!!” But really, my parents are some of the nicest people I know. This is a stark contrast to me, someone who used to fear jail time on a regular basis while substitute teaching because I’d find myself inches away from physically beating the students. And I mean, INCHES.

No matter how bitchy I can be, my parents continues to love me — or at least act like it. It’s pretty amazing because even after the things I did as a teen (slamming doors so hard all the glass would shatter, writing my parents death threats every time they’d ground me, kicking and pounding my fists on the floor while screaming stuff like “EAT SHIT MOTHERFUCKERS!”), they still think of me as their sweet daughter.

People always say as you get older that you become your mother. In my case, that’s probably a good thing, because boy, for a while there, I sure was an asshole.

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My parents with me back in 1980 (they're smiling because I didn't yet know how to speak)

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My parents teach Ollie how to jump last week in Erie. Damn, I miss my full time nannies.