My little man is 5!

funny pictures of kid

I love that he has a great sense of humor

Valentine’s day means a day of cooking and baking.  I’m getting ready for Rex’s birthday party (on his birthday) on the 15th.  He was a planned c- section and I didn’t want his birthday crowded out by a sea of red hearts, which is one reason I picked the 15th. Though I said to him today, you could have been born till the 21st, so if you ever want to move your birthday around, it’s fine.

helping me out

helping me out

To honor my son and frequent co star I thought I would feature some of the “Best of Rex” on Coolmom.  His career here piqued before he went to preschool 5 days a week.  Come Fall he will be a kinder  ( wipe me off the floor).

So, here is Rex on his First birthday and I discuss the differences between having your first and your second kid.

This one came out of Rex’s frequent trips into my wallet.  I lost things, things were in the wrong place.  But, I thought, hey why think of this as a negative?  Maybe he is really helpful.  He is providing a service.

Enjoy Your day after Valentine’s day.  Or as I think of it, Rex’s birthday.

proud of the pillow he made at school

grandma’s of bloggers

OH, wait, not grandma’s, mom’s of bloggers.  My grandmas long before the internet was  ready for prime time.   As I was poking around you tube for a video I was hunting I came across this archival gem.  It features my mom!  As well as the moms of my favorite blogger friends, Jessica Gottlieb, Heather Armstrong, and Rebecca Woolf.  I’ve met Rebecca’s mom and she is just as darling in person.  It doesn’t look like it has had many views so I thought I would give it another showing.

Best of all my mom is holding Rex when he was a baby.

 

What I Do For Love

The love of a parent is profound. Our desire to make our kids smile is intense. The littlest things our kids do is like the moon landing. All these things collide in the mundane, daily routine of my life. The phases my son goes through are so short (except for that screaming in the middle of the night; that trend is hanging on longer than skinny jeans at a mall) that I’m happy to indulge them.  I’m exhausted and wearing crap clothes most of the time anyway, so why not?

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I know this one is sponsored, but since it’s heavy on the Rex, it seems pretty organic to me.  But, then I just become more in love with him every day.

Did it take a while before your kids said mama?  Suddenly Rex has become quite  a mimic.  Just tonight at bedtime I said, “I’m going to put you to bed, okay?”

“Okay” he said.  With a soft K of course.


Next week

Okay, peeps, next week I’m off to NYC.  First and foremost to emcee Digital content newfront which brings together online advertisers and content providers (refer to earlier comments about how I need to monetize this site).  I was very pleased to be asked.  And I will be also shooting some stuff for The Fashion Team.  I am going to be covering the Ffany’s.  What? you don’t know what it is? Well, until my gbff Michael told me about it, I didn’t either.  But, it’s the shoe equivilent of fashion week.

It’s going to be action packed and I doubt I will have any social/fun time.  I have to admit that I don’t feel guilty about going. This is a first.  But, I’ve been spending a lot of time with my kids and it’s nice that Vivien is old enough to get the “mommy comes back” idea and I will have that tug when I go to walk out the door.  But, honestly, kind of looking forward to a little break.

While I am gone I’m going to try to thumb out some stuff on my phone, but not sure how well that will work. So, Tuesday I’m going to have Amanda from Crabmommy guest blog for me.  She was my first mom blogger friend.  She used to blog at Cookie magazine (RIP) and I always enjoyed her sassy, no apology voice.

Cute picture of Rex and his young mom, huh? I photo shopped the hell out of my face.  This is how I look in my idealized brain.  Maybe if I had had him at 24.  Which I so didn’t.  Oye.

It’s almost summer! OMG!

Rex is better

I can see clearly now…the rain, you know, it’s gone.

We had our post op appointment with Rex and all has gone well.  He should be in far less pain now.  The smile is back on his face. These pictures were taken the morning of his surgery and Vivien offered him different toys to see which one would bring him comfort.

Of course, nervous mom forgot all of them.  But, we were there as soon as he woke up from surgery, so I think it was okay.

To celebrate I took him to the park so he could run around.

“Go, Rex go. You’ve been cooped up long enough”.

I really couldn’t think about anything else for this past week unless it was really simple.  Bagel or cereal, cream or half and half.  More than that was a struggle.  And I found it very hard to be funny.  I’m emceeing Digital Content Newfront in NYC next week, a day long affair that brings online content and would be advertisers together.  I was working a funny video with Digitas to run at the event and just couldn’t wrap my head around it.  I finally called a comic friend and just talked about it and then the engine fired up. But, I needed a jump start. I also just needed to talk about something else.

This only reinforces the respect I have for parents who have chronic illnesses, or serious problems.  Geez, it’s all consuming and I’m exhausted. But, so relieved.

Played out

This week has been one of the more challenging ones in memory. Rex is having a hard time recovering from surgery. He will be okay, but hurts. I knew this would be a tough week so I taped a few things in advance and I thought I’d pick one that represents what I like to do when the going gets tough…watch trash TV.  Haven’t had much chance this week, but I did get a few snippets to clean the brain.

What do you think is played out?

God, do I look tired.

Post Op

I was doing the back counting to figure out when was the last time I could nurse Rex before his surgery.  2:45am.  I was trying to sleep, but really hoping he would wake up before then so I could hold him close.  It briefly went through my mind to get him up so I could nurse him.  But, I quickly realized I would be a crazy loon if I did that – who made it all about my needs and insecurities? At around 1am he woke up and was fussy big time.  My cue!  I really enjoyed the time together.  Then Mark was only to happy to follow with a bottle to get him good and down and have his own special time with him.  Rex might have been thinking, “Enough people I want to go to sleep.”

But, he didn’t know what he was in for.  We did.  7:45 was the cut off for clear liquids.  When I head Rex stirring at 6am I didn’t do my normal pillow over head till 6:45 so he can learn mom doesn’t come in that early.  This morning was different so I bounded out of bed and brought him to the kitchen.  I was worried how he would handle no nursing wake up.  But, when I gave him a bottle of apple juice he was pretty happy.  Thinking, “You never give me juice”.  Drink up pal, it’s like you are a condemned man.  I warned Mark we had to keep an extra eye on him this morning.  Any other day if he picked up some old, stale bagel and munched on it I would let it pass, but not okay, pre-surgery.  I did grab some lotion from him.  He was starting to have it as his breakfast.

Mother-in-law shuttled Vivien to school and we got to the hospital on time.

And waited.  Rex fell asleep on dad’s shoulder, but when he woke up we were still waiting.  We finally found out they were running late so we put him in the stroller and went around the area as he was fussing and I couldn’t nurse him to soothe him. Which was getting hard on both of us.

When we did get back the nice staff was ready for us and handed me a pink vile of “baby downer.”  In short, a light tranquilizer to help with anxiety.  As I spoke to the surgeon and anesthesiologist about the procedure Rex fussed.  Then after a few minutes, he was smiling and swaying in my arms.

I know this look.  I went to college.  I pictured a little Jimi Hendrix playing in his head.

We changed him into his little mini hospital scrubs (which I wanted to keep, but they say they launder and reuse, darn it) and walked him to the last threshold for the non pro.  The surgical nurse put a blanket over her shoulder and extended her arms.  I handed over my son.  Even in his purple haze he looked distressed.  We watched him be walked down a hallway.  He looked at us the whole way, like, “WTF?”

I sat down and cried.  Mark tried to comfort me.  ”I just want to feel sad right now while I can.”

But, like the Brogdon I am the other part of me took over.  The part that wanted lunch.  It would be a while so we left.  I didn’t want to stay there.

After lunch we came back and waited a while.  Then the surgeon came out and said it had all gone well.  When we walked back we saw Rex sleeping.  Three nurses were cooing over him.

“He is so cute. We said, don’t send the parents in yet, we want to pick him up!”  I rather enjoyed their compliments of my little man.

After about ten minutes he woke up and I nursed him. After a while he looked all red and blotchy.  He was having a reaction to one of the meds.  Not bad, but that had to be dealt with and he was much, much fussier than normal.  Stands to reason.

We finally got home and still had one more prescription to go get, my stepson did that thankfully.  Mark picked up Vivien and got some take out.  Rex went to sleep for an hour.  I inhaled a glass of wine and lay down for about twenty minutes.  I realized my whole body had finally gone into an at ease mode after tensing up for months in anticipation of the event.  In many respects that is the worst part.  But, this is just the beginning for Rex.  The next week is going to be very hard on him and it’s going to take months before he is fully recovered. This is a marathon, not a sprint.

Sorry baby.