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Who is this “Mama” you speak of? She must be one busy lady!

4 years ago

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Photo: Oh Ursa Minor… you used to be so… quiet! What I wouldn’t give for toddler pacifiers and toddler sleeping swings. Those would be awesome.

I have put the boys in the nursery for a nap. I took them to the farm today and made them walk the entirety of it. I did this solely for the purpose of wearing them out so that they would take this nap. Why am I hearing them with gusto? Why???

This morning, I seriously turned my favorite shirt around a good five times in order to locate where to put my head.

Seriously. Turned it around and around. I’m like, “is that a sleeve? Is that… is that the collar? Where…. where do I put my face!?”

Ursa Minor was sitting on the floor screaming about something. And Ursa Major was babbling about some such or other.

And now, when he babbles about some such or other, he always ends his sentence with “right, Mama?” and then, when I don’t answer, I get a “Mama? Mama? MAMA!!”

“What?”

[repeat of the babbling about some such or other]

My Lord. I hope that I can resist the madness…

If that wasn’t annoying enough, Ursa Minor has moved in to a pretty clingy stage. I cannot turn a corner without him freaking out and running off to look for me. Gone, it seems, are the 5 minutes I used to be able to steal in order to sit on the potty. Or to go upstairs to get something. Or downstairs. Or to the kitchen. Ursa Minor is just hot on my heels. Literally. Dude will literally locate me and stand on my feet.

And instead of napping or otherwise being quiet? Ursa Minor’s new favorite thing to do is stand up in the crib and yell “Mama… Mama…. Mama….. Mama….. Mama! Mama! MAMA! MAMA!! MAMA!!!!!!”

I don’t know if I’m going to be able to resist the madness…

I suspect that Ursa Minor’s new found expression has less to do with actual neediness and more to do with his reaching a new level of communication. Suddenly, Ursa Minor is speaking in full sentences, making requests, and emulating our language beautiful. Currently, his way to request things is to say “How ’bout [insert need here]?” or he’ll even simply say “I want [insert need here].” It’s not that his words weren’t getting him what he wanted/needed before, but now, he’s really talkin’!

As for Ursa Major, I suspect that it is something similar. Ursa Major has started to commentate on everything that he observes. No longer does he simply see the trees–now he can tell me that they are blowing in the breeze. No longer is there simply a squirrel on the deck. Now there is a squirrel and he is playing with the leaves, or with a nut in his mouth. Suddenly, it isn’t “Tree Fu Tom is on” it’s “I think that Tree Fu Tom is turning his magic on.”

And now, not only must I read the page of the story book, but I must wait for Ursa Major to describe what is happening in the pictures to me.

I know that I have no right to complain. I recognize that there are mothers and fathers in the world who are holding their breath for the day that their children will speak a single word to them. I know that I’m witnessing cognitive miracles when my sons achieve these milestones. It’s a wonderful thing for me, as a mother, to experience my sons explore language and express themselves. But it is simply exhausting to hear it without break. Especially when the breaks between the flood of language are not silence, but blood curdling screaming for whatever the want/need/grievance du jour is.  It numbs the mind a little bit. I’ve really got to get out more.

Deep breath… deep breath…

I’ve already informed my husband that I’m waking up on Saturday, getting in the car, and driving away. I don’t know where I’m going and I don’t know when I’m coming back.

Today is a big day for the house–the plumber is there, looking at the leak and otherwise preparing to do his thing, and the electrician is there, too. I’ve heard that usually you hear all the bad news about the house in the first day of or two of folks showing up. So I’m taking the fact that I haven’t heard anything from my contractor as a good sign. Of course, this could be very false hope, but I’m choosing to cling to it anyway. I’m sure that as soon as I hit the “publish” button, I’m going to get the big crazy “Your house is falling off of its foundation!!” call.

I’ve gotta start up my Thanksgiving grocery list today. Our menu is pretty set: 2 ducks, cooked Peking style, pancakes, scallions, cucumbers, butter lettuce, hoisin sauce.  Usually, that would be it with some rice and a veggie, but since we’re celebrating with my mother and step-father this year, she is insisting on making stuffing and collard greens. I informed her that those items didn’t necessarily go with the motif. She informed me that she was making them anyway. My mother loathes pumpkin pie (whaaaa??) and made a request: Lemon Meringue pie.

Oh? I don’t make pie anyway so you wanna go ahead and request something from the advanced menu? No no, that’s cool.

So I’ll be studying my Joy of Cooking tonight to see if I can pull that off. Maybe I should cheat and go order one from somewhere…. Noooo that wouldn’t be right.

Would that be right?

No! It wouldn’t be right. Gonna try! Totally gonna try!!

I’m super crazy behind on NaNo, so I’m going to stop blogging and get to writing. I was up until 11:30 last night trying to catch up. 3,322 words yesterday! Awesome! But i’m about 30,000 words behind where I wanted to be by this time. I’m certainly not going to close that gap, but I’m going to try to prevent it from expanding any further.

So with that, I leave you, until Friday.

4 Replies to “Who is this “Mama” you speak of? She must be one busy lady!”

  1. And I thought travelling through Haiti during NaNo was distracting! Articulating that you feel overwhelmed is not the same as ingratitude so don’t apologise. Keep writing and you’ll keep the madness at bay. Probably. 🙂

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