Toe nails

Ever since my dad died 5 years ago I've let my toe nails grow. I was a ballet dancer. To wear pointe shoes you could not have long nails. My father use to get so angry with me because I cut my toenails so short. I understand he worried about in-grown toenails. My family has horrible problems with them. My dad suffered from the especially.

Now I'm letting my nails grow. Althoughs years while I danced I never had any problems with in grown toenails. But the past few years I've had more of them. They are not pleasant. One winter I had to wear sandals because of a flair up.

While I was pregnant, my toenails grew so quickly. I got so large I couldn't cut them myself. I was at the mercy of PF. It was funny; he would cut them short like I did while I was young. It would drive me crazy because it caused a funny feeling in my toe.

I'm back to being able to cut my own nails. It's time for them to be cut. In bed the sheet drags on them and pulls them down. I laugh to myself and think of my father. I have toe nails now. I wonder what he would think of them.

Limerick inspired by new baby

Not my creative writing here but I wanted to share this wonderful limerick that New Baby inspired. My sister, Sister Sister, wrote this this morning.

Limerick Number 1



There once was a babe at the breast

Who knew that was only the best

When offered a bottle

She cried at full throttle

Until Mommy gave up on the test.

The Booby bottle

Are you curious about the bottle I mentioned in the second to last post? It was suppose to mimic breastfeeding. It looks like a boob. I call it the booby bottle.

Here's the result: New Baby tolerates it to a point and then cries for me. I love it! I still get to leave work for a while to see my little one. I like going down there to take care of her. I don't feel like I'm missing so much of her life doing it that way. Plus it's just a great feeling to know that she needs and wants me. No one can replace me.

Last week got a call from the childcare place-- New Baby didn't want anyone but me. Come get her. When I walked in the office her face lit up like a Christmas tree. She was so excited to see me. None of the other children ever reacted that way to me. Of course I was a stay at home mom but still it was a great experience for me.

Travelling with new baby

We went on a short vacation. We traveled over 600 miles by car one way. Here's my question... Have you ever been on a trip where you became concern whether you should have ever gone on it in the first place.

Well this was the trip for me. It started out with a car accident. Not ours! Thank God! but it took close to 30 minutes to travel just one half of a mile. Then we had a crying baby. The new baby didn't sleep very much on the trip. In fact she spent most of her time crying and screaming. She has this high pitched scream... most unpleasant. We stopped for the baby several times. We ended up in the bad part of a city to fill the ol' gas tank up. We followed that up with getting turned around and confused and then the street signs themselves were poorly placed.

Instead of driving through the night like we planned we stopped overnight to rest hoping that the morning would bring better results. Well. Whaddya think happened? That's right you guessed it. The baby continued to cry and scream. The new twist to the tale was the severe thunderstorm that stopped us in our tracks because of the driving hail stones. It was so loud in the mini-van that we had to yell and shout to be heard, and we could still barely hear one another. Only later did we discover that the wind had driven the rain into the back of the mini-van wetting those objects on top.

Some highlights to this frustrating trip was MI yelling at ST to "Tame her." in reference to the crying baby. ST was so frustrated that she couldn't "tame her" that ST started yelling back that the only person she can control is herself. Seems like that lesson just make take with ST.

The kids really did enjoy themselves at the B'nai mitvah. Baby danced her 1st hava nagila with mommy. I may be a shicksa but I at least know how to dance it. I was shocked by how many folks didn't know it. PF played his clarinet with the paid band. I ate a lot of yummy food. I also danced Miserlou in high heels and did something to my knee.

So you see. PF and I are not too excited about traveling anytime soon.