Tuesday, February 28, 2012

we have teeth

Ladies and gentlemen, we have teeth.

I refer to this affectionately as the “bunny teeth” stage. Two little chompers that flash every time Reef smiles like a baby rabbit. I knew his first teeth were on their way but it seems they just sprouted up overnight.

Reef came out of the womb ready to eat beef jerky and salt water taffy, but I told him he needed teeth first. Over-achiever this kid! He decided to sprout teeth just shy of his 7 month birthday.

With a dentally advanced child (you didn’t even realize there was such a category in baby development, did you?) I’m left to wonder if he will get Pete’s teeth alignment which required very little orthodontic attention, or if he will be cursed with his mama’s crazy mouth of horror that still requires braces, retainers, and probably oral surgery. I’ve been blessed with healthy teeth seeing I’ve had only 1 cavity in my 33 years. Still, they look like someone glued them in in a hurry.

As I finish this post, I’ve just come to the frightening realization that instead of saving for Reef’s college education, we might need to start putting money away for his mouth first!

Friday, February 24, 2012

super mom? i think not.

A dear friend of mine, who I admire greatly in her abilities as a mom, a wife, a homemaker, and a gifted artist, recently sent me an email that left me scratching my head.  “I have to tell you,” she wrote, “I really admire you… you're my one friend who's advice I'd take above all else on the subject of being a mom.  Not only do you ‘do it all’ it seems, but it appears you do it all so well!”
This left me puzzled!  Had she sent it to the wrong inbox?  As much as I would love to gobble up that amazing compliment and pat myself on the back for being Super Mom of the Year, it just isn’t so!  I do not "do it all" or even, "all so well!”  Hell, I still eat vitamins shaped like Barney Rubble.

So, when I have a friend tell me I appear able to “do it all,” I must smile, say thank you, while simultaneously shouting out, “have you lost your ever-lovin’ mind?!?!”  If it appears I do it all, then that is an illusion.  I don’t!  No one can!  We all have flaws, we all have areas we take pride in above others.  We all have strengths and weaknesses.  We all do the best we can, even when we feel like we’re at our worst.  Why?  Because we all love our kids.  That’s one thing moms have in common whether they sew or not, whether they cook or not, whether their house is a showcase or a clutter nest, whether they make their own laundry soap or just buy what’s on sale, whether they are crafty or couldn’t make a homemade card stand up straight, and whether they take their kids on weekly outings to the museum and theatre or just to the nearest park. We all must feel at times that other moms are doing it better than us, but that can’t be true, because God didn’t give our kids to those other moms, He gave them to us, and He never gives us more than we can handle.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

I forgot how challenging being a mom is when you have the head cold from hell. On the plus side, my wonderful Panky stepped up the past two evenings so I could snuggle up with some Echinacea and download the Colorado vacation photos.  Enjoy a few here or check out the entire slideshow:











Tuesday, February 21, 2012

unfit (as in exercise, not parenting)

“There’s no way you’ve got kids. How old are you (if you don’t mind me asking)? You’re like in college, right?”

I laughed. But it did make me feel good.

Age isn’t really the issue for me. I am neither young nor old. I’ll willingly tell people my age and mention that I have 3 kids – often times, so colleagues/clients will take me seriously and not look at me as someone young and unseasoned.

Again, so age isn’t my problem. It’s my fitness. Or lack thereof. Snowboarding last week in Colorado was an eye-opener. All the while I was thinking “Watch out, Dew Tour,” my legs were turning to cinder blocks and my lungs pulled out tiny strike signs and started picketing my aorta.  On my 3rd day out, my quads screamed and my glutes squealed.  My body nearly evicted me, truth be told. 

I’ve always been athletic and overall active, even in pregnancy, so what happened to me? I have zero stamina. And while I could lift Pete above my head and body slam him to the ground, I can’t anymore. I thought I was doing great, dropping all the baby weight and reveling back into my 100 lb stature.

There is a name for this, folks.  And it’s called “skinny fat.”  Or maybe just “unfit.”  Either way, I know I need to do something about this, but the body just isn’t feelin’ it.  I need to start strength training again, but it just seems so suicidal.  Even the thought of running like I use to makes me want to fake a heel fracture.

Perhaps I can try and make a pitiful little game out of it and start leaping over cracks in the sidewalk and running on the bumpy grass alongside the trail. I can switch to intervals and do short bursts of sprinting followed by longer periods of gasping, eye-bulge-y walking. I can repeat a mantra over and over in my head until I get past the overwhelming sensation of wanting to stop and hail a cab.

Soooo, let’s refresh the playlists in order to spend my tortuous pavement-pounding time blissed out on whatever’s in my ears instead of fiddling with buttons skipping through the lost-their-mojo songs.  Will you indulge me (again) and share your favorite get-up-and-move music? For workouts, I’m partial to aggressive and/or electronic tunes with a high tempo, but really, I listen to all kinds of stuff.

Bulletproof • La Roux
You’re a Wolf • Sea Wolf
Rococo • Arcade Fire
White Blank Page • Mumford & Sons
We Used to Wait • Arcade Fire
Hey Boy Hey Girl • The Chemical Brothers
Chocolate • Snow Patrol

Monday, February 20, 2012

time warp

Lyrics from the Rocky Horror Picture Show just popped into my head. Have you seen it? If not, go now. It’s the single-most dementedly splendid musical ever made. For some reason, whenever I think about the way time passes by as a parent (and it’s decidedly different from when I was not), I think of the enchanting little song and dance number, Time Warp

One minute you’re cursing the breast pump, the next, you’re sad because you’re putting away the PUJ tub for good. If that’s not strange enough, you also feel a wistful nostalgia for your own childhood, especially when you see your baby experiencing the world in a set of firsts, one new discovery after the other. In the past 1.5 weeks we’ve sprouted a toof, crawled two steps (there’s probably another word for this), dined in a restaurant high chair, spent a night away from mommy and daddy, and drank from a sippy cup.  Next, he’s going to be putting the basketball in the hoop, getting his license, and rolling his eyes at me at the dinner table.  Not necessarily in that order.


Thursday, February 16, 2012

easy baby not

I have been told, and I have read, that such limited crying qualifies our son for the "easy" category of babies. Allow me to state for the record that describing a baby as "easy" to a Momma falls flat...very flat...and with a great thud as it hits the floor.
Perhaps, instead of categorizing any baby as "easy," rather we could start referring to this category of babies as "Thank the Great Baby Lottery That Your Baby Is Not Colicky.”

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

valentine candies

I get it.  I do.  Valentine's Day is an unrealistic notion that the evidence of love and devotion that can only be found in some grandiose display of confections and poetry.

Okay, okay, so wasn't very nice of me.  Well, blame the man who ruined VD (no pun intended) for me years ago.  That stupidly sappy sweet nostalgic day.  [arms crossed]  Hmmmpff!


The optimist in me truly does believe that most spouses show their love and appreciation throughout the year, in the everyday things they do or say.  And those that don't probably don't find the key to marital bliss on a commercialized day like V-Day anyway.

Speaking of, those conversation hearts are something of a commodity this time every year.  You know, the ones that state sweet nothings like be mine, I’m yours, kiss me…ahem -- I mean…blah blah blah (for those of you past the 7 year itch).  I mean, nothing says I love you like a box of rock hard, chalky, tasteless candies full of cancer-causing pink dye number 45.  So, let's be realistic folks -- what should those candy hearts really say?  We wanna know.

Here are a couple to get you started…

  • I shaved my legs for you
  • Brushing my teeth IS foreplay
  • You have stank breath


Monday, February 13, 2012

not sorry at all

Yeah, whatever, so I haven't been here all week. Pfft, like I even care.

Okay, I DO care -- I can't even pretend with you guys. Getting back to my blog, and work, and home, and house work (growl smash rage) -- and other obligations that have forced me to get dressed and/or become more or less clean -- has taxed my already-challenged brainsicle 1 day post vacation. I fought tooth and nail coming back on that plane, but I’m so glad I did.  My rock ‘em sock ‘em life is really pretty spectacular and I’m so glad that God put me right where I am.

Monday, February 6, 2012

more with less

We have to do more with less.  Considering we’ve just decreased our chances of retirement by one more human.  So last night I decided that instead of making chocolate chip cookies, I'd simply shovel chocolate chips in my mouth. That's less, after all. But it didn't quite satisfy; however, even after I let the chips sit in there for a while and melt. I considered adding some butter, but that seemed like too much work, frankly.

A quiet voice in the back of my sugar-idled mind told me that I was possibly not quite getting the concept of doing more with less, so I stopped to consider how the concept applied to my life. Then I fell asleep.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

pick your poison

Before packing for our trip, we opted to do a trial dress-up in our snowboard gear to ensure we had everything necessary for the adventure this next week. Much to my surprise and dismay, Frac walked out of the room with floral ski pants and camouflage jacket, and of course, her hair hanging over one eye. At first I was speechless -- one part of me wanted to march her back into her bedroom and change her outfit to something that didn’t look like it belonged in an alien fashion show…but, then I stopped, took a long breath and calmly suggested that her new green ski pants might be a better color to go with the rest of the outfit.

I’ve got to pick my battles. Sure, I could have freaked out and told my daughter to change her outfit immediately like I do many other days, but it would have only resulted in tears. I’m potentially creating feelings of insecurity, but should I simply allow the odd stares from her peers?  Of course, however, many of their parents probably chuckle, understanding exactly what I’m going through.

As a parent it’s so easy to nag at our children. In fact it could be never ending if we let it -- “clean up your room”, “brush your teeth”, “turn off the TV”, yada-yada-yada.  Children need autonomy to learn on their own and gain confidence in their decisions, so what battles do we fight for?

Saturday, February 4, 2012

BABY'S MUSIC PLAYLIST

A fellow tweeter inquired about the music I play for baby Reef.  Er…well, I feel a leeetle bad that I don’t play your typical baby CDs just yet.  An inkling of guilt at most.  I assume there will come a time in which I’ll have to.  Over.  And over.  And over again.  So while I still have choices of my own, I selected a few songs from my existing music library that are simply melodic, upbeat – a little bit Indie, a little bit ambient/ down-tempo, and a little bit in between.  With any luck, Little Mister will like them, too.

Some songs resonate with me an intense awe that I have for my little cupcake.  Occasionally we dance together around our living room.  And I have every intention of taking that spin with him as often as I possibly can before he decides one day that he’s too cool to do so.

Right now, the baby’s music list is shaping up a little something like this:

Aqualung – Strange and Beautiful
Asteroids Galaxy – Around the Bend
Band of Horses – On My Way Back Home
Ben Folds – The Luckiest
Boards of Canada
The Beta Band – Dry the Rain
Bright Eyes – First Day of My Life
Broken Bells – The High Road
Colin Hay – I Just Don’t Think I’ll Ever Get Over You
Corinne Bailey Rae – Like a Star
Dave Matthews – You and Me, Steady As We Go
David Gray – You’re the World to Me, The One I Love, Now & Always
Delerium – Silence
Dido – Thank You, I Rise
Elvis Perkins – Good Friday
Esthero – Song for Holly
Feist – Mushaboom, The Park
Forest Sun – Morningbird
Foster the People – Helena Beat
Frou Frou – Let Go
Future Sounds of London
Hellogoodbye – In Your Arms
Honeycut – Exodus Honey
Howie Day – Collide
Goldfrap - Happiness
Goo Goo Dolls – Name
Ingo Hermann – Starry Night
Ingrid Michaelson – The Way I Am
Jack Johnson – too many songs to name
Jason Mraz – Details in the Fabric, I’m Yours
Joshua Radin – You Got What I Need
Keane – On a Day Like Today
Kina Grannis – On a Day Like Today
Lebanese Blonde
Massive Attack – Mezzanine
MGMT – Congratulations
Modest Mouse – Float On
Morcheeba – Wash Away
Needtobreathe – Something Beautiful
OneRepublic – Good Life
Passion Pit – Sleepyhead
Patricia Ahn – Dream
Peter Bjorn – Young Folks
Phil Wickham – You’re Beautiful
Phoenix - 1901
Plain White T’s – Rhythm of Love
Powderfinger – My Happiness
Rachael Yamagata – Sunday Afternoon
The Postal Service – District Sleeps Alone Tonight, Such Great Heights, Sleeping In
School of Seven Bells – Half Asleep
Secondhand Serenade – Falling for You
The Shins – Caring is Creepy
Spoon
Telepopmusic – Breathe
Temper Trap – Sweet Disposition
The 88 – All Cuz of You
Toad the Wet Sprocket – Crazy Life
Yaz – Only You
Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Skeletons
Woods – Rain On
Zero 7

I should probably pepper in some classical music onto the baby’s playlist.  After all, I heard it makes them smarter.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

please and thank you

like all moms i encounter, i make a herculean effort to ensure my children have good manners.  

i am forever saying things like, “how do you ask that politely?” or asking, “did you remember to say ‘thank you’?”

and i have to say, i am gratified when my kids remember their good manners without my prompting.  i positively glow when i am told by another adult that i have polite children!  my efforts are not in vain!

i myself try to be polite and kind to all people, but i have to confess:  i don’t always succeed. there are times when i want results and i want them now. i can easily resort to being abrupt and the words, “please,” and “thank you,” might not cross my lips.  i realize the hypocrisy of this as i am trying to teach my kids to always use good manners.  i’ve begun gritting my teeth and remaining courteous at all times, and it is truly hard!!

i believe in leading by example, though, so i shall press on towards being polite at all times.  even when i don’t want to.  even when i don’t think i should have to be.

i suppose this is just another example of how being a mother challenges me.  nobody ever said it would be easy.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

wordless wednesday













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