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things I am thankful for

12.20.09

...............................those people that i love the mostest................................

  1. Naptime- I’m not sure there’s much need for an explanation on this one. Mommy time makes me a better Mommy.
  2. The internet- Between Facebook, Twitter, and Mommyblogs, I have every answer to every question I’ll ever need answered about parenting. There’s always a story out there that affirms that you are not doing everything wrong and that other moms have the same struggles that you do. Of course there are a few perfect parents out there who talk about the 5 servings of fruits and vegetables their kids get everyday (complete with pictures), and the creative art projects they do everyday with their kids, but we won’t talk about them.
  3. Mommy attachment- There’s something wonderful about seeing your baby’s excitement when she sees you. Even though you were only gone a few hours, she kicks her little legs and giggles at first sight of you. That feeling goes away after she refuses to let you put her down 2 hours later.
  4. My crock-pot- Do you realize how amazingly awesome it is to throw 4 ingredients into a crock-pot and have a delicious dinner 6 hours later? A dinner that everyone in your family will eat? If you don’t regularly use your crock-pot, you’re doing it wrong.
  5. My friends- They help me get the kids and groceries in the car when it’s pouring rain. They make sure my toddler doesn’t run off when I look away for a second. Best of all, they keep me from going crazy from no adult interaction and can empathize with every challenge and joy, no matter how big or small.
  6. Library story time and Sesame Street- I’m pretty sure everything my kids know came from one of these two places. Sometimes that makes me feel useless. Other times it’s a big relief. I’m hoping Sesame Street will advance with my children so that I never have to help them with their calculus homework.
  7. Grandmas- On those days when you’ve had enough whining or didn’t get enough sleep because of your newborn baby, Grandmas are there to rescue you. If you don’t have one living nearby, I suggest you reconcile that immediately.
  8. Husbands- I only have one, but I am thankful for all of the ones I know. After a long day of work, they are willing to crawl around the house or play airplane with the kids on the bed. They offer to get up with the baby at night or the kids in the morning to give you some extra sleep. Trust me, we need it.
  9. Showers- The second best time of day is taking a shower (naptime probably takes first). Why? Because this is the only time you are ever ALONE (yes, kids even follow you when you go to the bathroom).
  10. My kids growing up- This one may seem odd, since most people think their children are growing up too fast. While I do agree with this sentiment, I also think the more sleep, less crying, and fewer diapers at our house is most certainly a good thing.

      the perfect job

      12.20.09

      I got a new job a few years ago. It’s a volunteer position, but it requires long hours, frequent night shifts, constant worry, and patience beyond belief. Like most people, I took the position without fully understanding these requirements, and without knowing the fulfillment and joy that reward my effort.

      The job requires you to combine the skills of a short-order cook, housekeeper, teacher, bookkeeper, chauffer, and entertainer. The best part is, your subordinates will love you even if you aren’t great in a few (or even all) of these areas. They do like to yell orders at you unintelligibly sometimes, but they also give bear hugs and sloppy kisses to more than make up for those moments.

      I’ve found it easy to make new friends since joining this industry. The job provides an instant conversation starter. If you meet someone else in the same position, you immediately have 1000 subjects to discuss and laugh about. It’s not out of the ordinary (and no longer socially inappropriate) to have an entire conversation about bodily functions. These friends also understand when you have to stop in the middle of that conversation to discipline a subordinate or give over-enthusiastic praise to a subordinate’s work.

      While you may have previously spent time with your friends shopping for the latest fashions, staying out late on weekends, and enjoying happy hour, you now meet at fast food restaurants or the grocery store and call it having a good time. On weekends, you try to be in bed by 10pm , because you have to report for work when the sun comes up. There are no days off, not that I’d want one.

      For the entertainment portion of my job, I have at least 10 books and 20 songs memorized. Occasionally, I find myself singing these songs in the shower (when I have time to take one), with no subordinates in sight. One of the best perks of this job is when the subordinates take a break in the afternoon.  Although, sometimes I find myself watching their favorite TV show long after they’ve all left the room.

      It might not sound like the best job to have, and the pay is certainly not great, but just seeing my subordinates smile makes it the perfect job for me. I am a mom.

      My minions

      ..........................those kids that keep following me around..........................

      Stages

      11.05.09

      Natertot

      .................Natertot.................

      As a parent, my life revolves around stages my kids are in. Rolling over, sitting up, crawling, walking, talking and, eventually, going to school, resenting your parents, driving a car, getting a job, and on and on. There’s always a next step to look forward to (or dread in some cases).

      Right now, my toddler is in the “that didn’t really hurt, but you think it did, so I’m going to milk this for all it’s worth” phase. This phase begins when, after tripping and falling flat on his face or running into a table for the 8th time today because he was walking without looking in front of him, your toddler looks up at your reaction before deciding if he should cry or not.

      As a first-time parent, your reaction is to immediately act concerned and run to their aide. By the second child, you’ve learned your lesson and know that kids are made out of rubber for the most part. If you don’t change to a “you’re fine, it’s no big deal” reaction, you’re in for some MAJOR drama.

      Your kid will bring up the boo-boo every possible chance over the next few days and demand an Elmo band-aid even if there is no visible injury. And if he’s my kid, he will then refuse to put on the Elmo band-aid because he thinks it’s going to hurt. Or if you actually get the Elmo band-aid on, you’ll never be able to take it off, because, as you know, taking off a band-aid requires touching the area near the (invisible) boo-boo and that is NOT ok.

      We are also in the “What is this?” stage. It doesn’t matter if you told him ten times yesterday that the object on the kitchen counter is a candle or that the movie his sister is watching on the DVD player in the car (you know, the one that we still haven’t taken out from our road trip two weeks ago) is Baby Noah, he WILL ask you again today, “What is this, Mommy?” And then he will act all enlightened when repeating that the object is, in fact, a candle!

      So I shouldn’t have been too surprised when he pointed to a mark on my chin and asked me, “What is this, Mommy?” It was, of course, a pimple, because everyone in their mid-twenties with two kids has breakouts like a teenager (right?). I told him that Mommy had a boo-boo. He immediately went to the bathroom to get me an Elmo band-aid and didn’t let me forget I had a boo-boo for several days, no matter how much make-up I used to hide it.