Happy Birthday A!

This day, September 27, 1975, I gave birth to my third child and second girl. She came breech! That hurt! Thankfully, she was only 6 lbs. 9 oz. (I think.)

One day, when she was a little over two-years-old, she climbed into the dog house. This was her second time to do this. I had to drag her out, bathe her, wash her hair, and put on clean clothes.  When she was about 18, she told me she did that so I would change her clothes because she did not like what I put on her. Little stinker.

As I was toilet training her, when she peed on the kitchen floor, I would say "uh-oh" very slowly. It was not like the quickly sounded "uh-oh" when something was spilled. She learned to voice this slowly to warn me, which was good when she peed on carpet! The older kids said  "uh-oh", too. when they saw her pee on the floor or saw her clothes getting wet.

One day, we were in a parking lot, the three kids and I. As we drove along to park, she looked out the window and pointed and said, "Uh-oh." We laughed, saying that was really a giant who peed. The puddle in the parking lot could have held more than a dozen cars. It was the kind of wet spot after a rain or shower. She is still a cutie and so funny.

Happy Birthday and As of ~11 am today...

I am the mother of a fifty-year-old human being! How did that happen? I told someone who was exclaiming about my third child and how cute she was that he was the cutest baby I had of the three. She did not believe it until she saw his picture as a baby.

Okay, now the girls, both cute babies and beautiful now, are probably huffing about because I said he was the cutest baby.

Have you ever had a moment of shock when a child reached a milestone, like 21 or any other age. The other two are still in their forties. It will be a real shocker when the youngest is 50 also.

Have you ever been taken aback when a child had a certain birthday?

Happy Birthday, DIL

My son hit the jackpot by marrying her. I must mail her card and gift! She is a nice person, very smart, great mother, and cute as can be.

Happy Birthday, A!

My baby is 42 today. Like all the rest of my babies, she was such a cutie. But, she was different from the other two, a boy and a girl. For one thing, she insisted on coming toes first. And, I had a natural birth complete with no anesthesia instead of having a C-section. I had vaginal births with the first two, but they knocked a woman out back then.

I should post pictures of her, most of which she may have never seen.  Maybe I will put up a separate blog, a private blog only for a few eyes. Or, I could put them on Facebook after dropping all my friend contacts.

Maybe I have told you this, but one day I heard the dog yelp. She shortly came into the house with hair all around her mouth. When I asked her what happened to puppy that she yelped. She said, "I bite Puppy." She had no reason. Puppy had done nothing, she said. I guess she had biting our very good dog on her bucket list and crossed it off when she was barely two-years-old.

According to my friends, she was the best behaved baby and toddler they had ever seen. She was such a good girl. I said it so often that "good girl" was the second thing she said after "Mama."

Happy Birthday!

My first daughter, second child, was born on July 6, 1970. She is beautiful, smart, talented and forty-seven-years-old today. You know what I was doing on July 6, 1970.

She was delivered by a doctor in the group of doctors that delivered Lisa Marie Presley.

I cannot believe I am the mother of a child this old! Of course, her brother is 49, and younger daughter will be 42 this fall.

Today has been tiring, so this is it for today.

Do you have a child who is so old that you cannot believe you are the mother of a child that age?

Happy Birthday to my Daughter

She is 36 today, September 27. She is the baby. I think she has clothes on in this picture.

The picture above was taken on a cold, drizzly March day. We went to a Craft Show here in town just before Easter. She was dressed in warm shoes, socks, jeans, and a shirt and sweater. When I saw this cute picture-taking event, I remembered the new outfit I had just bought her, one of her few ever bought pieces of clothing. I went out in the rain, got the bag, and changed her for the photo. All the other kids were placed beside the giant bunny and the photo was snapped. It was a one-shot deal. I said, "Alana, hug the bunny." She did as she was told and this was the precious photo. You know what I love the best?....her precious, curled little toes. Ah, and the slight smile is so cute to me. Other mothers were wishing they had changed their children's clothes.

Alana looks like me in many ways. Okay, I am not a blonde, don't have her voluptuous lips or the Donny and Marie teeth.

She was a week overdue, despite what my doctor said! And, I had a 30 hour labor with her, despite my first having arrived in four hours and the second in two hours. I thought she might just slip right out.

AND, she came breach. If a baby manual ever said anything about what most children do and then what a child occassionaly did, she was the exception. She was also entirely different from the older two. She sucked her thumb, rarely cried and just went with the flow.

She really did not need toys to play. People said she was odd because she just looked closely at tree trunks, examining them on all sides. She took a stick and just poked around in the dirt and grass. I found a shoebox under her bed when she was less than three. She had roly polys, dirt, grass, sticks, and a lid from a kitchen drawer for water. She would just get a bug of any kind and just carry it around.

She did have a ton of toys, mostly from two older siblings. Her bedroom was the formal dining room, right next to the kitchen and den, where I sat just feet from her bedroom.  When I missed a utensil in the kitchen, I only had to go to her bedroom and look in her little Hoosier-style cabinet made for me by my father. Yes, there it was. I asked her the first time why she took the utensil. She said, matter-of-factly, "Because I didn't have one." sign sigh sigh. Who can argue with logic? 

One day, she was playing outdoors when she was almost four. I watched her from the kitchen window. I knew she was trying to climb a 50-yr-old dogwood tree and could see she succeeded. I was washing dishes and cleaning the kitchen and could see and hear her about 40 feet in front of the window. She sang and sang and sang. My mother's heart was glad and bursting with joy because of her joy.

Finally, I noticed as she became louder by the minute that she did not sound happy. I opened the window and could hear her singing, "Come get me. I can't get down. I am stuck in the tree." Horror of horrors, I yelled I was coming and ran right out. She was so upset. I took her out of the tree and she was angry and hurt that I did not come out since she could see my face. I could not see her face through the leaves and at that distance. My mother's heart was so sad because she felt abandoned.

When she was about two or three, I heard our dog yelp. He always stayed right with her, so if he yelped, I wondered what was happening to her. As I went toward the front door to see what happened, she walked in with lots of fur around her mouth. She had bitten the dog. I have forgotten why she said she did it, but I have never had a child bite the dog.

The Terrible Twos was not something that happened with her. I marveled. When she was twenty months, she started tap and ballet. I was the secretary for the dance studio, working for lessons for the older daughter. The dance teacher wanted Alana to attend so she could see what a baby in diapers could learn. Within weeks she could count to eight and knew all the French terms for ballet. Apparently, she learned faster and minded better than the older girls. But, then she became a teenager.

She learned to swim in the baby pool while we waited out swim team practices, playing a game I invented--Swim Team. I said, "On your mark, get set, go" just like the real thing. I did not have a starter gun, so "go" sufficed. Then, I told her, "Stroke," "kick," "get your face in the water." Other children joined in. They all flopped in the foot of water and some learned to swim. One day, she was almost four, playing in  motel pool, and did not realize how close the deep end was. As she slipped under, screaming, and coming up, I yelled the same instructions and she swam to the side. It seems a bunch of nurses were going in to save her. She saved herself. Yes, I would have jumped in if she had not immediately started swimming. At five, she turned her head, breathed, stroked, kicked and I pulled her out. When we returned home, she started jumping from the high dive and swimming to the side, over and over. Several lifeguards took to the pool when they saw her the first time.

Oh, she wanted to learn to sew at 13 when I bought her a sewing machine of her own. When she was 17, she applied for the manager position at Olan Mills. She got the job and really ticked off the guy who was 21 and had worked there for a year....go girl. In college she worked as a clown for children's birthday parties and loved it. I think we laughed at her antics too much when she was a child.

There are baby pictures on a CD, somewhere. There are plenty sitting around here, but not scanned.

FOUND and posted.

I won't go on...lol.

Oh, she is now a first-grade teacher and loves the job.

Your turn

Isn't it funny the things one finds memorable about each child and can see, looking back, how the baby personality stays the same?