Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Coincidence or self-fulfilling prophecy?

In my previous post, I discussed the emotional pain felt by an older sibling upon the birth of a younger sibling as symbolically expressed in the Youtube video entitled, "Charlie Bit My Finger". Strangely, Aidan's finger (the one that flips people off) was fractured during a baseball game on Sunday. So, his finger was not only figuratively hurt, it is now literally hurt. Coincidence?

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Charlie bit my finger

Last night, Aidan called me urgently to the basement where he was on the computer. He excitedly showed me this youtube video laughing hysterically throughout. When I recovered from my own hysterical laughter, it occurred to me that this video perfectly symbolized the "pain" the oldest child must feel upon the arrival of a younger sibling. (My older sister can definitely confirm this.)

Compounding Aidan's pain, later there arrived yet another sibling. Of course, at about that time, the second child also experiences the displeasure of being displaced. This could explain why I once found Gunnar attempting to suffocate Brody with a pillow when he was a baby. While I have no specific memory of this, I am convinced that, at some point, my middle sister attempted to eliminate me as well.


Never leave a toddler alone with an infant.


Friday, May 16, 2008

What I do at work

Brody had an assignment last year in which he had to describe what his parents do while he is at school. His answer reads as follows:

"When I go to school my Mom goes to work. At work she eats donuts and dances in her chair. Then she has lunch and after lunch she is hiper. When I go to school my Dad goes to work. He welds at work. My dad has ice cream for lunch. He dances in work. "

I didn't know I had so much fun at work!

Thursday, May 15, 2008

The Day You Were Born

Gunnar had an assignment to interview me about the day he was born. Other than the excruciating and seemingly neverending pain, I couldn't remember much. The problem was that he didn't want to hear about that. Nor did he want to hear about how the nurse screwed me out of my epidural and then lied to my ob/gyn about it.

I'm not sure what I said to him. I basically rambled about how he was induced on my parents' anniversary and that after he was born, we couldn't decide what to name him (we'd only known he was a boy for 5 months).

TIP: When mothers tell you that you forget the pain, they're lying. It's all you remember! That and your husband's complete incompetence at scoring drugs when you really need them.

QUOTE OF THE DAY: "Catch. Jeez, you ain't got no skills, lady!" uttered by Brody upon my failure to catch a big, round, spiky, orange rubber ball that came spiraling at my head.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008


My name is Briana. I am a working mother of three sons (four if you include my husband). I am an attorney/landman/transfer agent for a small oil company (don't ask). My boys are Aidan (14), Gunnar (12), and Brody (9). They and their sports consume my life. I am a soccer mom, extraodinaire. My kids don't play soccer; however, they do play baseball, basketball and football. How much do I spend on gas every week? Ignorance is bliss, as they say, so I won't be calculating that anytime soon.