Comments on: Bitching and moaning. http://reginarivera.com/blog/2008/02/25/bitching-and-moaning/ Tue, 22 May 2012 19:41:12 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2 By: Regina http://reginarivera.com/blog/2008/02/25/bitching-and-moaning/#comment-332 Regina Wed, 05 Mar 2008 20:20:34 +0000 http://reginarivera.com/blog/2008/02/25/bitching-and-moaning/#comment-332 C-girl: When my brother-in-law first heard how much Sofie weighed at birth, he remarked, "I've taken sh!ts bigger than that!" DANG! You're super, woman! My little Sofie hurt plenty much for me. I can't imagine! Good thing the survival of the human race isn't dependent upon me. That's all I gotta say. Claire: It certainly was nice when we all went to KC recently to visit my family. Everyone wanted to hold/play/be with Sofie, which led to some nice breaks for me and Tim. However, I'm pretty sure if we went back to doing the tribe thing, I'd need a whole lot more than the occasional 2-hour long happy hour with mojitos. :) Bradley: No! Never enough metaphors! More! More! And I gotta say, if ultra mellow YOU can get frazzled, then perhaps I'M not so off-base afterall. Thanks. :) George: Thank you for your support. Although, since I've first read your comment, I've totally been craving gravy. mmmm... And I've seen your Friday random 10 lists... A mixed tape from you WOULD be the gravy. :) Kerri: Lots more, eh? sigh. And, yes, you are a cool aunt, including to Sofie. Speaking of which, I was with her on my bed the other day and she started rolling around. I cautioned her, "Don't do an Aunt Kerri!" and roll off the bed. I think it would be very helpful for you to demonstrate for her. Joanna: Your kind words have been warped in my mind, as I now envision you as a grown up me, i.e. me with blonde hair and your Nova Scotian accent. THAT would be funny. But not as funny as listening to you speak with a Chinese accent. :) XOXOXO everyone! C-girl: When my brother-in-law first heard how much Sofie weighed at birth, he remarked, “I’ve taken sh!ts bigger than that!” DANG! You’re super, woman! My little Sofie hurt plenty much for me. I can’t imagine! Good thing the survival of the human race isn’t dependent upon me. That’s all I gotta say.

Claire: It certainly was nice when we all went to KC recently to visit my family. Everyone wanted to hold/play/be with Sofie, which led to some nice breaks for me and Tim. However, I’m pretty sure if we went back to doing the tribe thing, I’d need a whole lot more than the occasional 2-hour long happy hour with mojitos. :)

Bradley: No! Never enough metaphors! More! More! And I gotta say, if ultra mellow YOU can get frazzled, then perhaps I’M not so off-base afterall. Thanks. :)

George: Thank you for your support. Although, since I’ve first read your comment, I’ve totally been craving gravy. mmmm… And I’ve seen your Friday random 10 lists… A mixed tape from you WOULD be the gravy. :)

Kerri: Lots more, eh? sigh. And, yes, you are a cool aunt, including to Sofie. Speaking of which, I was with her on my bed the other day and she started rolling around. I cautioned her, “Don’t do an Aunt Kerri!” and roll off the bed. I think it would be very helpful for you to demonstrate for her.

Joanna: Your kind words have been warped in my mind, as I now envision you as a grown up me, i.e. me with blonde hair and your Nova Scotian accent. THAT would be funny. But not as funny as listening to you speak with a Chinese accent. :)

XOXOXO everyone!

]]> By: Joanna http://reginarivera.com/blog/2008/02/25/bitching-and-moaning/#comment-329 Joanna Mon, 03 Mar 2008 17:57:53 +0000 http://reginarivera.com/blog/2008/02/25/bitching-and-moaning/#comment-329 M'dear, I have no words of wisdom (damn it!). Just wanted to say this: You rock. I wanna be you when I grow up. M’dear, I have no words of wisdom (damn it!). Just wanted to say this: You rock. I wanna be you when I grow up.

]]> By: kerri http://reginarivera.com/blog/2008/02/25/bitching-and-moaning/#comment-328 kerri Fri, 29 Feb 2008 01:22:03 +0000 http://reginarivera.com/blog/2008/02/25/bitching-and-moaning/#comment-328 All I can say is, I love you, and I love what you're trying to do. Whatever it is. If you think about it, you have only been a mom for a fraction of Sofie's potential life-span. There's lots more to come. Lots of *different* more... Of course, I'm imagining, cause I'm just a cool aunt to many, and a mom to none. Unless you count those chubby cats over there. Which I don't... that much. I loves ya. All I can say is, I love you, and I love what you’re trying to do. Whatever it is. If you think about it, you have only been a mom for a fraction of Sofie’s potential life-span. There’s lots more to come. Lots of *different* more… Of course, I’m imagining, cause I’m just a cool aunt to many, and a mom to none. Unless you count those chubby cats over there. Which I don’t… that much. I loves ya.

]]> By: George http://reginarivera.com/blog/2008/02/25/bitching-and-moaning/#comment-327 George Wed, 27 Feb 2008 23:26:39 +0000 http://reginarivera.com/blog/2008/02/25/bitching-and-moaning/#comment-327 I don't know nothing about birthing babies, since Amy and I aren't having any, but I certainly can imagine the conflict--it's the people who act like having kids is always just the gravy that I don't trust a bit. I do know something about making mixed tapes, as I still do. Can't ever get rid of my car as it's one of the last models with a tape player. It's just not as satisfying putting a mixed playlist together--there's nothing physical about it. And it is music after all. I don’t know nothing about birthing babies, since Amy and I aren’t having any, but I certainly can imagine the conflict–it’s the people who act like having kids is always just the gravy that I don’t trust a bit.

I do know something about making mixed tapes, as I still do. Can’t ever get rid of my car as it’s one of the last models with a tape player. It’s just not as satisfying putting a mixed playlist together–there’s nothing physical about it. And it is music after all.

]]> By: the egel nest http://reginarivera.com/blog/2008/02/25/bitching-and-moaning/#comment-326 the egel nest Wed, 27 Feb 2008 05:16:39 +0000 http://reginarivera.com/blog/2008/02/25/bitching-and-moaning/#comment-326 We all go through these phases...life is full of ups and downs...or hills and valleys...have my metaphors satisfied your OCD yet? :) Scott Baio?? Who made that marketing decision...lol Bradley The Egel Nest We all go through these phases…life is full of ups and downs…or hills and valleys…have my metaphors satisfied your OCD yet? :)

Scott Baio?? Who made that marketing decision…lol

Bradley
The Egel Nest

]]> By: Claire Diehl http://reginarivera.com/blog/2008/02/25/bitching-and-moaning/#comment-325 Claire Diehl Wed, 27 Feb 2008 00:28:12 +0000 http://reginarivera.com/blog/2008/02/25/bitching-and-moaning/#comment-325 I know EXACTLY what you mean. I love the relationship of being mom to my daughter, but I'm not so into the job duties. I'd love to outsource all the fetching and carrying and tending, only I think that's where the little ones feel our love the most and that then becomes the foundation of our relationship. How many people do you know who complain about parents who were never there? Well, it's in the being there, most of the time, that builds the relationship, and also wears us moms down like Chinese water torture. And now that my pumpkin is 2 weeks shy of 12, I can tell you that her first year was the hardest of my life and my marriage, and that I mourned my old life a great deal. I don't feel like I was able to look up and see who I could be apart from being a mom until my wee one went to kindergarten. That's 5 friggin' years of nose-to-the-grindstone baby focus. Of course you get tired and hate it. Every mom who is truthful does too. That's why we need to live in tribes again so that we can hand off beloved baby to extended family when we've got a craving for a mojito. Your precious bundle is barely one year old. It will get easier, I promise. I know EXACTLY what you mean. I love the relationship of being mom to my daughter, but I’m not so into the job duties. I’d love to outsource all the fetching and carrying and tending, only I think that’s where the little ones feel our love the most and that then becomes the foundation of our relationship. How many people do you know who complain about parents who were never there? Well, it’s in the being there, most of the time, that builds the relationship, and also wears us moms down like Chinese water torture.

And now that my pumpkin is 2 weeks shy of 12, I can tell you that her first year was the hardest of my life and my marriage, and that I mourned my old life a great deal. I don’t feel like I was able to look up and see who I could be apart from being a mom until my wee one went to kindergarten. That’s 5 friggin’ years of nose-to-the-grindstone baby focus. Of course you get tired and hate it. Every mom who is truthful does too. That’s why we need to live in tribes again so that we can hand off beloved baby to extended family when we’ve got a craving for a mojito. Your precious bundle is barely one year old. It will get easier, I promise.

]]> By: cardiogirl http://reginarivera.com/blog/2008/02/25/bitching-and-moaning/#comment-324 cardiogirl Tue, 26 Feb 2008 10:47:49 +0000 http://reginarivera.com/blog/2008/02/25/bitching-and-moaning/#comment-324 Um, no. I did not forget the pain of delivering an 8 pound 11 ounce baby without medication. I did not forget the pain of delivering the second kid three weeks early at 8 pounds 10 ounces without pain meds. And I was crapping kittens at the prospect (but I did it) of delivering the third one, sans pain medication because I am a dumbass glutton for punishment, who weighed in at 8 pounds 7 ounces. Routinely I look at my husband and ask, when are going to get paid in hugs and kisses for all of this hard work? I *do* remember what life was like without children. I'm just sayin... I hear ya sister. p.s. I keep forgetting about my tape. Booyah! Um, no. I did not forget the pain of delivering an 8 pound 11 ounce baby without medication. I did not forget the pain of delivering the second kid three weeks early at 8 pounds 10 ounces without pain meds. And I was crapping kittens at the prospect (but I did it) of delivering the third one, sans pain medication because I am a dumbass glutton for punishment, who weighed in at 8 pounds 7 ounces.

Routinely I look at my husband and ask, when are going to get paid in hugs and kisses for all of this hard work? I *do* remember what life was like without children. I’m just sayin…

I hear ya sister.

p.s. I keep forgetting about my tape. Booyah!

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