Thinking before thinking
We all know what speaking before thinking is. Thinking before thinking is a similar process, only the thoughts are to yourself instead of out loud.
Last night, during one of Robbie's "I'm awake after ten minutes and there is nothing you can do to get me back to sleep, nyah nyah nyah" moments, I was watching him playing and thinking about the various stuff I want to get for his birthday in my head.
My god, my son is going to be a year old a week from Friday. Where does the time go?
I came up with a short list of things, like decorations, presents what kind of cake and the theme. I decided on a Cars theme since he seems to love the movie. During the day if it is playing on the TV, he'll meander into the den and watch a little bit of it, then meander back out when he is tired of being still, usually just a few minutes worth, particularly during the racing scenes. When he's sleepy, if you start playing the movie, he'll sit in your lap and watch it while drinking his bottle until he goes to sleep. He also has a Lightening McQueen car that makes revving noises, says "I am Lightening McQueen" and "Kapow! Kachow!" that he absolutely loves. He pushes it around all the time and has started making engine revving noises when he pushes other things around like cars, like books, remotes, phones, ect.
So, yes, some streamers and balloons in Lightening McQueen's colors, I'll see if Wal-Mart has any Cars specific decorations, like racing banners with him on them and such, and I think I have decided on a chocolate cake with whipped cream frosting featuring Lightening on it from Sam's. Don't ask me why, but I've developed a taste over the years towards those cakes. Probably because my parents always got plain white cakes with butter cream frosting on them and I got tired of it. Mom and I had a long conversation about weddings cakes the other day and how preferences have changed between her generation and mine. She prefers the typical cakes, white cake and butter cream frosting, while I prefer flavors and a fluffier, more flavorful frosting or even some of the more recent ideas like cheesecake wedding cakes.
I'm skipping all over the place, you'll have to forgive me. My mind keeps jumping topics.
So! I'm sitting there, the list firmly in my head and deciding the time frames on when I should start getting everything together, when a thought occurs to me. "I need to call Granny Johnson, or have dad tell her about the plans next time he talks to her, to see if she wants to come over that day."
Good idea, I thought. With Robbie being her youngest great-grandchild, she will probably want to come over. Then the next thought comes.
"We need to call Mammoo, too, so she can make plans to come down that week."
Then came the "Oh...yeah..." moment.
I've been doing really good about not having moments like that. It's been several weeks since it has absolutely struck me out of nowhere. Usually, hearing my parents talk about her wedges it in my mind and is already there so the thoughts don't pop up and surprise me. It was odd though because my parents had been talking all day about the will and going to Cordell to see the lawyer for the estate today to get everything signed over.
I guess some things are just going to be harder to get used to.
Last night, during one of Robbie's "I'm awake after ten minutes and there is nothing you can do to get me back to sleep, nyah nyah nyah" moments, I was watching him playing and thinking about the various stuff I want to get for his birthday in my head.
My god, my son is going to be a year old a week from Friday. Where does the time go?
I came up with a short list of things, like decorations, presents what kind of cake and the theme. I decided on a Cars theme since he seems to love the movie. During the day if it is playing on the TV, he'll meander into the den and watch a little bit of it, then meander back out when he is tired of being still, usually just a few minutes worth, particularly during the racing scenes. When he's sleepy, if you start playing the movie, he'll sit in your lap and watch it while drinking his bottle until he goes to sleep. He also has a Lightening McQueen car that makes revving noises, says "I am Lightening McQueen" and "Kapow! Kachow!" that he absolutely loves. He pushes it around all the time and has started making engine revving noises when he pushes other things around like cars, like books, remotes, phones, ect.
So, yes, some streamers and balloons in Lightening McQueen's colors, I'll see if Wal-Mart has any Cars specific decorations, like racing banners with him on them and such, and I think I have decided on a chocolate cake with whipped cream frosting featuring Lightening on it from Sam's. Don't ask me why, but I've developed a taste over the years towards those cakes. Probably because my parents always got plain white cakes with butter cream frosting on them and I got tired of it. Mom and I had a long conversation about weddings cakes the other day and how preferences have changed between her generation and mine. She prefers the typical cakes, white cake and butter cream frosting, while I prefer flavors and a fluffier, more flavorful frosting or even some of the more recent ideas like cheesecake wedding cakes.
I'm skipping all over the place, you'll have to forgive me. My mind keeps jumping topics.
So! I'm sitting there, the list firmly in my head and deciding the time frames on when I should start getting everything together, when a thought occurs to me. "I need to call Granny Johnson, or have dad tell her about the plans next time he talks to her, to see if she wants to come over that day."
Good idea, I thought. With Robbie being her youngest great-grandchild, she will probably want to come over. Then the next thought comes.
"We need to call Mammoo, too, so she can make plans to come down that week."
Then came the "Oh...yeah..." moment.
I've been doing really good about not having moments like that. It's been several weeks since it has absolutely struck me out of nowhere. Usually, hearing my parents talk about her wedges it in my mind and is already there so the thoughts don't pop up and surprise me. It was odd though because my parents had been talking all day about the will and going to Cordell to see the lawyer for the estate today to get everything signed over.
I guess some things are just going to be harder to get used to.