Tieger Tales

Tieg has always been a more “hands-on-need-to-know-where-he-is-at-all-times-or there-may-be-trouble-afoot” kind of kid. Now, I realize that most of this stems from his natural curiosity and desire to be independent- which I never want to break because I know it will serve him well in the future. However, as any busy person can understand, sometimes I forget this fact and the aftermath creates a great story. And by great, I mean sometimes traumatizing, sometimes sweet, and sometimes hilarious (in the far future when the reality of it fades a bit). So as not to forget these little gems, I have decided I would journalize them.

 

This first one I daresay is my favorite. And, I write this not to tout my own greatness, but out of the mouth of babes, right?! We were driving to the park one afternoon and front the distant back seat I hear Tieg chanting something over and over. What is he chanting you say? Well I will tell you. In a somewhat sing-songy tone, he was repeating “My mom is cool, my mom is cool.”

 

I need to preface that I did not teach him this. I actually think he got it from some PBS show. But, to be honest, I don’t care where he got it from because coming from him, I really felt cool and more importantly LOVED! Since then this has happened every so often unsolicited and it has the same effect on me as the first time I heard him chanting. I know someday he may want to walk 10 feet away from me because he will be embarrassed by his mom, but I will always know that in his young life he thought I was cool.

Sometimes you just have to laugh at yourself…

I will probably make myself feel even sillier about this for having written it down, but sometimes you just have to laugh at yourself. The other day Rya, Tieg and I were at Jump Zone for a little friend’s birthday party. Generally when I go to these things I see several other moms that I recognize from some Dance or Swim class, playgroup, story-time, etc. that we have been in previously. This party was no exception. And, even though they were there for a totally different party, I saw several other moms I recognized. Not too much out of the ordinary.

 

After a bit of chasing Tieg around the maze of blowup slides, we headed to the water fountain to hydrate. Just as we turned the corner, I saw Cody walk in the door. We waved him down and he headed our way. Just behind him entered a dad carrying a cute little boy just older than Tieg. Now, recognizing a mom is no big shock but a dad, I don’t usually rub elbows with a whole lot of them. But, this guy looked SO FAMILIAR! I was racking my brain, and trying not to stare as I tried to pin him to a playgroup or class of some sort. He stopped a few paces away, seemingly waiting for the water fountain. I inadvertently stole a few more glances trying to place his face, irritated and a little embarrassed I couldn't figure out how I knew him.

 

My stolen glances must not have been as incognito as I thought, because he took a step towards us and said, “Hey, how’s it going?” I still hadn’t pinned him to a group. But, apparently he knew who I was. My brain scrambled in the last couple seconds I had to try to identify him, but to no avail. I decided to take the direct approach and admit my ignorance. “I know I know you, but I can’t remember from where…” He smiled just slightly and replied very coolly, “I’m your OB.”

 

Yes, that’s right. My OB-GYN. I didn’t recognize the man that birthed my son. Ohhh, you can imagine how I stumbled to make a satisfactory excuse for my oversight. I’m sure they were all fairly lame attempts. *HAHAHAH* (In my defense, it had been almost 2 years since I had seen him, and he wasn’t in his scrubs—see there’s some of those lame attempts).

 

Well, obviously, Cody got to witness my complete comical humiliation which would make for a good laugh session later. But, he quickly picked up the pieces of that slightly uncomfortable situation and very smoothly added, “Hey, well I guess we’ll be seeing you in a few weeks then,” (that won’t be awkward at all- haha). So, I vow, even though I didn’t recognize him as the man that birthed my second child, I won’t be so absent-minded when he births our 3rd.  (making his/her appearance in August)

 

I blame the whole thing on pregnancy brain.