Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Triple R

Rambo is crying in the foreground. Crumbs are on the countertops. The sink and dishwasher are full of dirty dishes. The carpet is emanating bits of paper, dirt, and old broken crayons. We had a doctors appointment yesterday and another one tomorrow. Flies are overtaking my house. I'm out of diapers. And we have no hot water. BUT, I can blog. There's always blogging. (Which, by the way, when did "blog" become a verb? Or even a word?) Forsaking responsibility today seems like a terrific idea.

Rambo, Responsiblity (or lack thereof) and other miscellaneous Ramblings - aka Triple R- is my theme for today.

So here I sit, at the computer, my back turned to the world (as little as my world is right now) typing about things that no one in their right mind would want to read about. Theodore has finally put himself to sleep - something he has been fighting lately. And just now a stupid *insert bad word of your choice here* fly lands on his head and wakes him up. ARE YOU SERIOUS?? As you'll notice, I haven't moved from this chair. I'm still typing. Still ignoring. Still dreaming that if I close my eyes it will all go away. 

Okay, okay... it's not all that bad. It's not like my kids have walked in here and interrupted me 19 times telling me, as though I can't hear, that Theodore is crying (or any other various reason). It's not like that happened. Not at all. Nope. And my house is actually terribly messy. So maybe it IS all that bad. But my good attitude is still hanging on. If I just keep reminding myself that responsibility is overrated then I think I'll be okay.

On a good note, I thought my coffee maker was broken but it's not! I had a nice freshly ground freshly brewed cup of hazlenut coffee this morning with just the right amount of creamer. Thank you, Cuisinart. I may have had to drink it while holding a screaming baby, but I chose to enjoy that delicious piece of sunshine despite the circumstances. Also, my dear neighbor did bring me some diapers so I don't have to use linens or papertowels. Yes, indeed, things are looking up. 

This leads me to Triple A: Attitude, Always having coffee, and Avoidance at all costs. Triple R might be my theme but this is the means. 

For those actually reading this to keep updated with Rambo and not to just read whatever mindless whim I have taken, this is for you. We went to the cardiologist yesterday and things are looking good! They don't want to see him for another 6 months. This is the one department in which he does not seem to have the doctors confused. For now. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. Let's pretend I didn't. The doctor said that we should keep an eye on his mitral valve as he grows to be sure the repairs are staying put as they should. But other than that, he looks good. He even has P waves!! There should, as one doctor in the PICU put it "be much rejoicing" over this. It all has to do with the natural way your heart beats and which side fires first and all that jazz. I'm sure that you have figured out that he has not always been on board with the P waves. Maybe with age Rambo is realizing that the simple life is the better life. Or maybe this is just the calm before the storm. Let's hope its the former. 

He weighed in at 15 pounds 14 ounces and 25 inches long. Grow, baby, grow! This past week has been a little hectic in the sleep department. Rambo is going through what I can only describe as a 'clingy stage.' We've been having him practice putting himself to sleep which has apparently been against his will. However, each night it has gotten a little easier. He has also become very engaging. He likes seeing new faces, he smiles more, he's wants to be interacted with. In other words, Rambo is a socialist. 

So here is what we are aiming for with Rambo. Triple S: Simplicity. Sleep. Stability - in every sense of the word. 

I suppose I should finally take some responsibility today and vacuum or do something else just as pointless. Because, let's face it, I'm gonna have to do the same thing tomorrow (or later today if you live in my house). Vicious cycle these things called 'chores' are. But with my Triple A outlook (obviously trading in the Avoidance for Alcohol) we will persevere. :) 

*Just kidding about the alcohol by the way, at least in high quantities.

1 comment:

  1. I love you :)

    Amen for coffee and alcohol (in moderation, of course... although if you skip the moderation, you won't care about the dirty house or maybe even having diapers... haha)

    BTW- Rambo is officially heavier than the girls :) Little chunk :)