Mama, I’m Watching You

11 May

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We learn from watching others.

Simple as that, from the beginning of time.

These days I’m equal parts amazed, astounded and appalled by what Mr Crabby Pants can get up to just by watching me.  For example, I found it amazing when he decided he wants to start using the toilet (going through the motions) at less than 18 mos old. I was appalled when he removed the “childproof” cap from a bottle of children’s ibuprofen I had on my dresser. You see?

He’s not the only one who watches and learns, though. I do too. I have been watching and learning from other moms for years before I became a mom myself. In the spirit of Mother’s Day, I’m sharing some of the Top Tips that I’ve learned:

1: Never sit down to breastfeed a baby without a large glass of water within arms reach.

2. Sleep when your baby sleeps. Hard to do, I know, but essential for survival when said baby is pulling all-nighters.

3. Read to your baby. Even if it’s boring grown-up stuff, they will grow into readers by your example.

4. It’s ok to not feel comfortable breastfeeding in front of your father-in-law.

5. It’s ok to feel comfortable breastfeeding whenever and wherever that screaming baby demands it.

6. A full body hug from Mom can sooth any owwie.

7. Finishing what your child doesn’t eat is natural.

8. Singing with your kids is fun.

9.It’s ok not to use the phrase “Use Your Words”, because you don’t know what that means.

10. Sometimes, Mommy needs a time out too.

5 minutes all to myself……….. I’ll take it!

If only in my dreams.

Happy Mother’s Day!

 

Nothing But A Breeze

3 May

149Do you have a soundtrack to your life? Are there those songs that bring memories, give comfort, or otherwise insinuate themselves into your lives?

For days now, I’ve had a  Jimmy Buffett song in my head. Here’s a small taste:

Life is much too short for some folks
For other folks it just drags on
Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey
Others figure tea is too strong

I’m the type of guy who likes it right down the middle
I don’t like all this bouncing back and forth
Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie
And my head in the cool blue North

In a small suburban garden
Not a single neighbor knows our name
I know the woman wishes we would move somewhere
Where the houses aren’t all the same

Jimmy, I wish you would take me
Where the grass is greener
I really couldn’t say where it may be
Somewhere up high on a mountain top
Or down by the deep blue sea

And there we’ll do just as we please
It ain’t nothing but a breeze

What does this mean???? It mean’s we’re moving. We’re leaving Texas and heading up to the Midwest. Not my hometown, but closer. My husband has been presented with a Golden Opportunity and he’s taking it with both hands and a huge smile on his face.

As I explain all of this and the implications to Miss Sassy Pants, I try to keep my thoughts together. I’m excited and anxious and a whole host of things. I hope we like it there, I hope her school is every bit as fabulous as ours is here. I hope she and I can make friends. On and on. My sweet and sassy girl looked at me at this point and said. “We will, it’s what we do. It’s my talent.” So it is, and I’m so proud of her. I could burst.

I’ve always been one to jump into a new opportunity with a full and hopeful heart. My husband is thankfully like-minded and I’m happy to say our darling girl is following suit.

So keep us in your prayers for a smooth transition, because it’s happening and it’s happening FAST!

True Confessions of a Less-Than-Perfect-Mom

12 Apr

I’m not a perfect mom, I don’t have any qualms saying this. In fact, it’s a relief really.

5 second rule be damned

In honor of all you other less-than-perfect-parent out there,  I will confess my top 5 “sins”.

  1. I celebrate, support, and even champion The 5 Second Rule. I refuse to throw away perfectly good food due to the wild whims of a toddler.
  2. I have been a complete failure at getting either of my children to sleep in a crib. Like, ever.
  3. I laugh at my kids. There are days when you either laugh or you cry, and I chose to laugh. Even at inappropriate moments.
  4. I wear my “postpartum uniform” of yoga pants, a nursing tank and a t-shirt on days when I just don’t feel like getting dressed; often accessorized with snot stains, sweat stains and other stains I don’t care to examine too closely.
  5. I yell and growl when frustrated, and more than I realized. I figured this out when the baby started to growl back. OOPS!

Parenthood is tough stuff no matter how you slice it. None of us are perfect. Have a wonderfully, imperfect day and hug those kids!

It Shouldn’t Be A Surprise

19 Mar

Maybe I jinxed myself all those months ago, back when I was still pregnant. Because every time we were looking at baby stuff, I was automatically drawn to everything and anything with a MONKEY on it.

Foreshadowing? Maybe.

At the ripe old age of fifteen months, my sweet baby boy has managed the new skill of climbing unassisted out of his play pen. It seems that the aluminum frame and mesh side panels that I painstakingly picked out and purchased a year ago is just no match for my little monkey. He’s not too tall, he’s actually on the lower end of the growth chart… He’s just strong and fearless and determined.

All I wanted was a safe place to put him when his sister was feeling a little less than sisterly, or if I wanted to vacuum, or run out the car for a load of groceries… you get the gist.

I packed it up today. After taking multiple pictures of it from different angles so I can list it on Craigslist!

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I Need A Vacation to Recover From Their Vacation!

14 Mar
Train station at the Stockyards, a tourist cow...

Train station at the Stockyards, a tourist cowboy town near Forth Worth, Texas (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It’s Spring Break here in Texas and when we moved here a few years ago, they warned us that just about every school district including colleges take Spring Break…

AT THE SAME TIME!

Which in theory is to help families with multiple kids plan a trip together, I get that. The reality is that every where is crowded and overflowing with sugar-crazed kids and mom’s weighed down with strollers, diaper bags and assorted paraphernalia to keep it all together if at all possible.

My hard-working husband was actually able to take part of the week off, and he and Miss Sassy Pants have had a wonderful time adventuring in the woods by the lake and the local Bass Pro Shop. We’ve even been to the brand spanking new Perot Museum of Nature and Science, and rode the train to the Fort Worth Stockyards to experience a little Texas history.

Mommy needs a nap!

Because while they were off exploring and adventuring, I was the one trying to keep Mr Crabby Pants happy and constrained in the stroller, when he knows that he would much rather be running around with the rest of the kids than sitting in a stroller staring at people’s knees in all their glory.

I’m happy that everyone has had such a great vacation. But, I confess that I’m also happy that hubby is back to work today and I have a few days to recuperate and maybe just maybe do a few of the things that I had planned for this week. Cleaning out closets and making trips to the local donation place. Anyone? Anyone?

I also have a few cooking with kids ideas up my sleeve, then maybe I’ll be able to sneak in that nap!

Spring Break! WOO WOO!

Frustration: The Mother of Invention?

28 Feb

I’m trying to lose those last few pounds of baby weight, plus the couple that creeped back on over the holidays. Me, being me, I have plans:

I will eat more vegetables

I will workout at least 30 minutes a day

I will cut Coke back out of my life, this is not my first time, read my good-bye letter here

I will plan not only what’s for dinner but breakfast and lunch too

Ambitious right?

The other day I spent all day cooking and made these frittata things that you make in a cupcake pan so it’s all pre-portioned and sitting in the fridge ready to go. (Baked omelets for non-cooking people)

Except, the damn things stuck to the pan and I was only able to get the tops off. Frittata  tops anyone?

Then, for the last week, yes, it’s taken a week, I have been trying to get the cupcake pan clean.  I was just giving it another go, and actively contemplating tossing the thing in the recycle bin. I started scratching at it with my finger and it started coming off. Now, I don’t have the time or the patience to finger-scrape a cupcake pan. It is nap-time after all and only last so long.

English: A tin with large divets in it, for ma...

English: A tin with large divets in it, for making cupcakes. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

But, I started thinking, what do I have that will act like a little scraper, since my bigger scraper had not worked. and it came to me.

My GRAPEFRUIT cutter thingy that my mom got me years ago from Tupperware.

Now, I’m not a grapefruit fan, although every few years I try it out again. But, that little baby is handy at other citrus fruit. AND I’ve recently discovered it’s good for opening the lid to salad dressing.  On that line that says “cut here” or whatever nonsense, just line up the cutter like you’re cutting the foil on a wine bottle, and there you go! Come to think of it, this little tool is coming in pretty handy these days. Thanks Mom!

Needless to say, I had to share my excitement with you.

And hey, if you have any kitchen gadgets that you use for other things, let me know. I’m always looking for shortcuts!

Something Amazing

24 Feb
English: Nouvelle Experience Finale 1994, Cirq...

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My daughter and I have been on a rollercoaster together since her very first breaths. She is my love, my joy and the reason I feel like screaming as I dive head first into a glass of red wine at the end of the day.

My son is a soothing balm in temperament. He laughs, smiles and sings his way merrily through the day. When he is not scaling the furniture in search of new ways to give himself a head injury, that is.

With this information, you might wonder why, when I was at the library last week, did I pick up a DVD of Cirque Du Soleil.  Why? I thought it would be mesmerizing, I like the music…

Monday being a holiday, meant three days of all Mommy all the time as my husband of course was at work.

I’m just putting in a load of laundry, when I hear it, the inevitable screech of pain, coming from the livingroom.

“Why…” I ask as I charge into the livingroom expecting to see the little guy in tears and in pain, which is most often the case.

Not this time, it’s Miss Sassy Pants in a screech of anguish with tears pouring down her sweet face she explains that she’s stuck on a storage basket that I keep tucked under the coffee table, and which houses our DVD collection.

I quickly undo her shirt and start the Mommy tirade of “why, why,WHAT and why” as I take in the warren of tunnels she has created of blankets, pillows and assorted toys throughout the livingroom all in a matter of minutes as I was trying to tackle the Mount Vesuvius of laundry.

All throughout my tirade she listens with her big green eyes pouring tears and the occasional whimper. For once,there is no snappy comeback. For once, she is not trying to argue, I mean negotiate things to her way of thinking.

Out of breath, I ask her to please clean all this mess up and can we please not do this again since someone got hurt.

Ok, she says. But can you please kiss my back.

Of course, I pull her into my arms and lift her shirt so I can kiss where she was stuck on the basket. Only, then do I see the gash/welt that runs from her shoulder-blade past her tushie. My poor baby girl.

Later, as I was applying Neosporin along with a couple more kisses for good measure, I asked her. “What were you doing, to hurt yourself like this?”

At first, I got a blatant, lie. I explained that due to physics, her explanation couldn’t possibly be true, and asked would she please try again to tell me what had happened.

She got real quiet, and very softly said, “Something Amazing”.

So much for Cirque Du Soleil.

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