I Think This is Why Paige and I Have a Great Love For the Land That is Disney
I’m all out of cotton balls. A huge bag of cosmetic puffs…gone. This could have something to do with it:
Paige has become obsessed with cleaning her newly pierced ears with the Costco sized bottle of ear cleaner that you get from Claire’s Boutique. If there was any concern of whether or not she was responsible enough to get her ears pierced it is laughed at now. Paige puts the response AND the ability in Responsibility. Clean and turn. Clean and turn. She’s got it down. And she never forgets. She even carries the bottle and a (now depleted) supply of cotton balls around JUST IN CASE some disastrous, dirt filled something should even look at her ears.
Seriously, where did I get this child?
Eight years ago this week, I was on vacation with Alonso and his family in Southern California. I was EIGHT months pregnant traipsing around Knott’s Berry Farm, Disneyland and Universal Studios. I was HUGE. I was my own main attraction at each theme park we went to. People would stare. I would waddle. When I find the picture of me and Winnie the Pooh, I will post it. There is quite the debate about who is larger…and I was NOT wearing any type of costume or fat suit. Yes, the word you are thinking is WOW.
It was at that time that my love for Pirates of the Caribbean became GREAT as it was the ONLY ride that I could go on and it was my FIRST trip to Disneyland. It was also when my addiction to the Lemon Ice progressed to an obsession because THAT WAS ALL I WANTED because it was so blasted hot. Lucky for me you can get those little pieces of Heaven at EACH theme park we went to.
In the middle of the night before we were to head home, the-Little-Paigie-in-my-Tummy started a water balloon fight with me and woke me up. She felt appropriate that Southern California was to be her place of birth, even though her new home would be 600+ miles away AND SHE WAS NEARLY A MONTH EARLY!! It took me a little bit to wake The Dude (alonso. Alonso. ALONSO. ALONSO I THINK MY WATER JUST BROKE!!!) and then we woke the household so we could find a hospital to deliver this water balloon throwing child. Alonso’s cousins (who we were staying with) were all in a flutter and just could not understand how we could be so calm. Well, I’ll tell you why:
YOUNG and DUMB.
Ironically enough, my sister was staying mere miles away (while the rest of my family was THOUSANDS of miles away in Montana) from the hospital I was admitted to with her best friend and her family. She was able to hop on over to the hospital while I was in labor. And was even there to witness when I kicked everyone out of my room because my father in-law kept talking to me/asking me questions during contractions. I don’t know if you’ve heard, but contractions are a tad distracting. Especially Pitocin induced contractions which mean there are NO BREAKS. There really should be signs in hospitals that say, “Don’t talk to her while contractions are happening! It will just get you kicked out of the room!!”
Fourteen hours and a nearly empty room later, Paige Marie entered this world and started her mission of blessing everyone she comes in contact with. She was our little brown baby…my mom even called her “our little Egyptian Princess” the first time she saw her. The weird thing is that I don’t remember the exact moment she was born. I remember pretty much everything else (like, how freaked out Alonso cut the umbilical cord) except for her first moment in the world. Crazy, huh? Once everyone was permitted to enter back into the room, Alonso and Jaye were leaning over the baby container and Alonso was very concerned about all the “bruising” on Paige. Jaye leans forward to get a better look and says, “It’s HAIR, you Idiot!”
And on that Sunday evening, Alonso, Paige and I became a family of three. A very young family, just starting out together…but a family just the same. And in those moments, there were no worries of our families, of how we were going to do this, or even how were going to get home with this tiny newborn when home was hundreds of miles away. There was just Paige.
Paige was the miracle of life, the miracle of forgiveness and the miracle of love all wrapped up in a beautiful (brown baby) package. I couldn’t have asked for anything more amazingly wonderful…it was more than I’ll ever deserve. And yet here she was…and still is.
Happy Birthday, Paigie-Pooh…you truly are one in a million.
Love, Mommy
Paige has become obsessed with cleaning her newly pierced ears with the Costco sized bottle of ear cleaner that you get from Claire’s Boutique. If there was any concern of whether or not she was responsible enough to get her ears pierced it is laughed at now. Paige puts the response AND the ability in Responsibility. Clean and turn. Clean and turn. She’s got it down. And she never forgets. She even carries the bottle and a (now depleted) supply of cotton balls around JUST IN CASE some disastrous, dirt filled something should even look at her ears.
Seriously, where did I get this child?
Eight years ago this week, I was on vacation with Alonso and his family in Southern California. I was EIGHT months pregnant traipsing around Knott’s Berry Farm, Disneyland and Universal Studios. I was HUGE. I was my own main attraction at each theme park we went to. People would stare. I would waddle. When I find the picture of me and Winnie the Pooh, I will post it. There is quite the debate about who is larger…and I was NOT wearing any type of costume or fat suit. Yes, the word you are thinking is WOW.
It was at that time that my love for Pirates of the Caribbean became GREAT as it was the ONLY ride that I could go on and it was my FIRST trip to Disneyland. It was also when my addiction to the Lemon Ice progressed to an obsession because THAT WAS ALL I WANTED because it was so blasted hot. Lucky for me you can get those little pieces of Heaven at EACH theme park we went to.
In the middle of the night before we were to head home, the-Little-Paigie-in-my-Tummy started a water balloon fight with me and woke me up. She felt appropriate that Southern California was to be her place of birth, even though her new home would be 600+ miles away AND SHE WAS NEARLY A MONTH EARLY!! It took me a little bit to wake The Dude (alonso. Alonso. ALONSO. ALONSO I THINK MY WATER JUST BROKE!!!) and then we woke the household so we could find a hospital to deliver this water balloon throwing child. Alonso’s cousins (who we were staying with) were all in a flutter and just could not understand how we could be so calm. Well, I’ll tell you why:
YOUNG and DUMB.
Ironically enough, my sister was staying mere miles away (while the rest of my family was THOUSANDS of miles away in Montana) from the hospital I was admitted to with her best friend and her family. She was able to hop on over to the hospital while I was in labor. And was even there to witness when I kicked everyone out of my room because my father in-law kept talking to me/asking me questions during contractions. I don’t know if you’ve heard, but contractions are a tad distracting. Especially Pitocin induced contractions which mean there are NO BREAKS. There really should be signs in hospitals that say, “Don’t talk to her while contractions are happening! It will just get you kicked out of the room!!”
Fourteen hours and a nearly empty room later, Paige Marie entered this world and started her mission of blessing everyone she comes in contact with. She was our little brown baby…my mom even called her “our little Egyptian Princess” the first time she saw her. The weird thing is that I don’t remember the exact moment she was born. I remember pretty much everything else (like, how freaked out Alonso cut the umbilical cord) except for her first moment in the world. Crazy, huh? Once everyone was permitted to enter back into the room, Alonso and Jaye were leaning over the baby container and Alonso was very concerned about all the “bruising” on Paige. Jaye leans forward to get a better look and says, “It’s HAIR, you Idiot!”
And on that Sunday evening, Alonso, Paige and I became a family of three. A very young family, just starting out together…but a family just the same. And in those moments, there were no worries of our families, of how we were going to do this, or even how were going to get home with this tiny newborn when home was hundreds of miles away. There was just Paige.
Paige was the miracle of life, the miracle of forgiveness and the miracle of love all wrapped up in a beautiful (brown baby) package. I couldn’t have asked for anything more amazingly wonderful…it was more than I’ll ever deserve. And yet here she was…and still is.
Happy Birthday, Paigie-Pooh…you truly are one in a million.
Love, Mommy
posted by JP at 8/17/2005 08:19:00 AM
4 Comments:
Tears..children are amazing. They save you from yourself.
Happy B-day Paige!
Can't wait to see ya on Thursday for lunch.
Tifferbob
Did I really say that to Alonso? I do remember thinking, 'she's purple, and furry' (but hello - she was 5 minutes old) I still think that it was amazing that I was walking distance away from the hospital you chose. (and the reason your water broke wasn't because of the theme parks, it was from our card game the night before... ricky wins!) Happy B-Day my Paige!
Damn Montana!
I was in Montana then and I'm in Montana now, having missed out on probably the best slumber party ever.
Thanks for the stroll down memory lane.
I remember holding Paige for the first time. Your family had bets on how quickly I would cry... it didn't take long.
I told her about all the things we had in common... a white mama and a brown daddy... and hair issues. I hope I get to take you for your first brow wax. ;)
It's a funny thing when I hold one of my friends babies for the first time. There is this weird sense of knowing them somehow, probably because they are a part of someone I love so much already, but it is always an amazing experiance.
I love you Paige. You're one heck of a blessing.
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