I tried. Five-minutes, that's all I needed to re-boot.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
I tried. Five-minutes, that's all I needed to re-boot.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
At the end of a long and very fun day at a local wildlife/amusement park, I was trying not to pass out from the heat as I watched Baby Boy on his first solo ride on the Toddler Boats.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
My 8-month old niece's new trick is to coquettishly bend her neck from side to side, her giant blue eyes enticing anyone around her to follow suit. Getting all of those around her to become Bobble Heads makes her laugh like nothing else.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
I was feeling quite benevolent on the ride home so I stopped by the grocery store to buy a case of food to drop at the local no-kill cat shelter. I hadn't given a second thought to how I may be judged by the man behind me until he said, "Looks like you have quite the exciting night lined up."
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
My sweet husband coaxed Baby Boy to help him weed by saying they are picking flowers for mama.
I have written several stories about Baby Boy and his Forbidden Kitchen such as http://sexynaptime.blogspot.com/2009/12/sexy-snow-day.html and http://sexynaptime.blogspot.com/2010/04/sexy-hot-coffee.html.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Don't get me wrong, I love being a SAHM, but lately I am feeling kind of depressed and personally unfilled. Not that I am dying to go back to a 9-5er either, but there are days when I feel utterly mentally un-challenged (not that trying to decipher what this hour's whine session is about isn't a challenge) and dying for some interaction that doesn't involve poop and things that are sticky.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
...and the lucky winner is...ME.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Baby Boy has started this new thing. When he doesn't get what he wants he squeezes his eyes shut and screams, "CHOO CHOO EYES! CHOO CHOO EYES!"
When Darling Husband told me he was taking this week as a vacation my mind was aflutter with possibility: hiking in Acadia, driving through the White Mountains, sailing in Stonington, sunning at Scarborough Beach...is there anywhere better to be in the summer?
Then he paused snipping my thoughts off like a dead geranium, “And I am thinking we should just stay home.”
As much as I love being with my family, embarking on a “staycation” is not relaxing for me; I get to do the same chores I do in regular life but for more people.
I was going to bring this up but I knew he was imagining all the things he could power wash around the house. I can’t take that away from him.
It is all about change of perspective. I needed to see my home from the eyes of someone who drove many miles to be here and was paying top dollar to do laundry. I mean, there are places you go to in Italy and cook the whole time.
If I created one totally new, fun activity a day I could distract Baby Boy from confusing the power washer with a sprinkler. Here are a few ideas to help you turn your home into Club Med--there are still several weeks until school starts, so “staycation” or not, you may need some inspiration to get you and the kids through.
Mystery Yard: This works anywhere there is a bit nature. It is a silent activity. Blindfold your child and lead them to something in the yard, like a tree. Take their hands and place them on the bark, a twig, a leaf. Let them explore and then guess what it is. For older children, they can draw what they think it is, still blindfolded. If a bird chirps, tap their ear so they listen. Bend their nose to a flower. Have them lay in the grass and feel it tickle their skin. The purpose is to enhance their senses to all the little things they see everyday but probably ignore.
Feet Painting: This will keep kids of all ages happy for a long time. Roll out large banners of mural paper in the driveway and tape down. Surround with newspaper. Set pans lined with sponge cloth (so they don’t slip) of tempura paint around the edges. It will be tempting for them to jump in with their whole foot and stomp around (but we need this to last!). Coax them to just dip in their big toe and write their name, then their pinky and make little bees. You can play different types of music and have them dance with the paint on their feet so they can see what their dancing “looks like.” Hose them off before they streak into the living room.
Sunrise Yoga: Vacation or not, most kids still rise with the roosters. You have to be up anyway, so make the most of these sleepy hours. Spread yoga mats or beach towels on the grass or in the living room. Play relaxing music and have the kids mimic your movements. Stretch tall to the sky, balance on one foot, curl into a little ball (don’t fall asleep here!). Swap leaders every few minutes. If a kiddo is stuck for moves, have them pretend they are their favorite animal moving in slow motion. When you are done you will feel so refreshed you won’t even need coffee!
Pajama Picnics: One of my favorite activities. Don’t go overboard with the food--just pack a cooler of string cheese, apple slices, juice boxes--easy, non-messy snacks. Head to a local beach or park where the sun sets. Surprise the kids with new jammies to wear. Spread big blankets around and toss books, puzzles, dolls around. Let everyone wind down as the golden light falls over the water.
Snap!: I know most kids probably all have their own digital cameras, but go buy a bunch of disposable ones--it is a good lesson in patience that they can’t see the pics until they are developed. Take them on a walk downtown or in the Mall. Let them become Annie Leibovitz for an afternoon. After you develop them (try to go to a place that does it in an hour) make photo albums (complete with stickers and glitter) of your (non-umbrella drink, non-cabana boy, non-parasailing, but fun nonetheless) staycation.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
I just don't have the energy today to be a spirited, creative, fully-present mama.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
THIS IS AN EXCERPT FROM AN ARTICLE I PUBLISHED IN THE
PORTLAND DAILY SUN JUNE 7
Can I request that the next generation of toddlers evolve with a snooze button? I consider myself a fairly energetic 34-year old, but there are days when the 6am wake-up call comes way too quickly. And that’s just the start. Baby Boy zooms throughout the day with the determination and speed of a racehorse. I am a zombie by dinner time. Knowing the physical and mental energy it takes to keep up with these knee-high tykes, I am baffled as to why there are women in their 60’s and 70’s having children. On purpose.
Aren’t these the golden years when you have the grandkids over for a meal of ice-cream and Werther’s then kick them out in time for supper at four and Mahjong?
Apparently, in countries like China (where women are looked at as horrible people if they are barren) there are doctors happily injecting grandma-age ladies with fertilized eggs. A few months ago a 71-year old Indian woman had her first baby.
The cons of having children when you are in the December of your life are obvious. But it did get me thinking as to why women are waiting longer to have children in general (“longer” meaning mid-30’s through 40’s).
According to the Center for Disease Control and Prevention, about 5% of women were giving birth past the age of 35 fifteen years ago. Now that number is up to 15%.
Most of the “older moms” I spoke with said that the financial stability, education and life-experience gained from waiting makes them more patient, focused and balanced parents.
Rhonda LaPointe-Lachance had many reasons for waiting to start her family.
Most importantly, “I waited to marry until I found someone who would make a good husband and father,” she says. “Had I married my boyfriend and had kids in my 20's I am pretty sure I would be divorced by now with more kids to support.”
Then again, “Because of the age difference, it's harder to find other moms I can relate to who have the same age kids. Thanks to the fact that I have stopped dying my hair, I am sometimes mistaken for my daughter's grandmother when hanging out at parks or at school events,” she adds.
Many older moms had fertility issues thus having children at all puts their life in new perspective.
“I know the monetary and emotional value of the sacrifices I do have to
make and that the time with my kids is priceless,” says Amanda Downing, who was 40 and 42 when she gave birth. “And I don't care as much about appearance or housework as I used to. Seriously, this helps me not try to do it all.”
Along with it taking much longer to get the bikini body back (and by “bikini” I mean full-coverage, black, rouched-to-add-a-waist bathing suit) another constant that older moms mention is that they likely won’t have as many years with their children as they would have had they had kids in their 20’s.
Hope Straw, 40, is Mom to a 4-and 2-year old as well as an 8-month old baby. Her own mom was 39 when she had her (a rarity in 1970) and had passed away before Hope had her own children.
“I've taken to writing letters to my kids--things I would want to tell them about, stories and things about their babyhood, for them to have and read in case I'm not around when they want to ask those questions.” she says.
Though none of the moms said they “feel old,” they do admit they run out of energy by day’s end. “I am pretty sure that I need almost as much sleep as my toddler
does,” says Amy Vintinner. “Although, napping on a Sunday afternoon with him is priceless!”
If you are an “older mom,” there is a wonderful community you can join through Mom to Mom of Maine (www.momtomomofme.org). They prove that hot mamas come in all ages wether or not we need a snooze button.
Monday, July 5, 2010
If can believe my luck after last week's grocery store molestation http://sexynaptime.blogspot.com/2010/06/unsexy-incident-of-day.html and the one prior to that http://sexynaptime.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-coconut-mandms-saved-mans-life.html it happened AGAIN. This time across state lines.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
This weekend I am heading to the land of, "I know you don't eat meat so I roasted you a chicken."