Tuesday, August 31, 2010
All weekend long I was waking up at 4am. Thanks to the marriage of a huge moon and crappy blinds, it was like trying to go back to sleep at noon.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Baby Boy pronounces "berries" like "boys."
Our friends from L.A. were visiting for the week.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Just when I thought I had nothing interesting to write about...
Friday, August 20, 2010
I never read Harry Potter. I have never read any of the Twilight books. But I was at BFF's house yesterday and she the first Twilight book in a box.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Baby Boy is obsessed with ovals--or offuls as he calls them. Hates the circle. Don't even get him started on the square. He has drawn offuls on the sidewalk, driveway, my shopping list and Darling Husbands checkbook.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
We took one of our friend's 7-year old sons waterskiing this morning. After a fall we were instructing him on how to get up. It was right at that moment I smelled a very distinct dead fish odor, which the boy also noticed.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
I wish I had WHINING with the red circle and slash through it tattooed on my forehead, perhaps then Baby Boy wouldn't have misunderstood The Only Real Rule I Have and spent the past 9 hours headlining Whine Fest 2010 (without the parade and fried dough that would make it somewhat bearable).
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
I always wanted a boy. I love being a momma to a boy. For the past two years, I really didn't think there was that much difference between the genders. I mean, he has Gigi the pink doll and even enjoys a romp around the yard in my expensive stilettos. (Until I catch him.)
Sunday, August 8, 2010
In an interview with Harper's Bazaar U.K. that hit newsstands yesterday, Gisele Bundchen declared, "There should be a worldwide law, in my opinion, that mothers should breastfeed their babies for six months," she said. "Are you going to give chemical food to your child, when they are so little?"
Read more: http://newsfeed.time.com/2010/08/06/breastfeeding-backlash-gisele-bundchen-backs-down/#ixzz0w3n9ZOBS
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Feeling as hungover today as I did on any given Saturday in my 20's (it was our annual summer party last night), I counted down the minutes to nap time. The second Baby Boy's head hit the pillow, I was mentally asleep in the sun.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
There is a proverb that says it takes a village to raise a child. Most cultures take this to heart--families live very close to each other, sometimes several generations under one roof. There are aunts, grandmothers, sisters and cousins to pitch in with cooking, advice and swaddling.
For some reason, however, many American mamas hit the ground running at the first sign of a baby bump and put up a proverbial “Do Not Disturb” sign when it comes to raising families.
You need a license to drive, vote, drink, fly...but people are having babies every minute with little to no education or support on what to do. No one will argue (they better not!) that raising a child (well) is the biggest responsibility one can undertake. Yet, outside of a half-day class the hospital offered about safety (surprise! half of our house plants were poisonous) and an hour postpartum power-point lecture we had to sit through before being released (where the glassy-eyed new mothers used it as a prime opportunity for one last nap), there isn’t a lot of parenting prep-work.
We have all this technology to make being a parent easier--video monitors, Baby Bjorns, teething tablets...why can it feel so darn hard?
I think there is an assumption of failure that moms (especially) have if they ask for help. They feel guilty when they can’t balance being a mom, wife, daughter, friend, employee, chef, housekeeper, teacher, treasurer, family organizer, doctor (you don’t need a prescription for boo-boo kisses!), cheerleader, chauffeur and therapist all while still maintaining a bit of who they were before they took on 15 new jobs.
Here is my biggest advice for not only new parents but seasoned ones as well: ASK FOR HELP.
I promise no one is going to judge you or criticize you or throw dirty diapers at you. And if they do I am sure you can find one in your purse (oh, that’s where that went!) to chuck back.
This column came to light when a friend and new mom posted that she was ready to snap, that she couldn’t deal with everyone expecting her to be perfect all the time when she has so much to do.
We all feel this way at some point. It really takes away from enjoying time with your kiddos when there is a to-do ticker flashing in front of your eyes all day.
When I mention the “H” word to moms they immediately stop me.
“No, I can’t spend that kind of money. I can do it all...” then they burst into tears.
I am not talking about hiring a full-time staff to do your bidding. There are plenty of choices that won’t break the bank. I am giving you permission to spend a few dollars in order to feel some peace and order in your mind (at least for a few hours).
My son was born five weeks early and before I had my baby shower. We were so not prepared when we got home. I was only on Month 4 in “What to Expect.” We hired a postpartum doula to come a few hours each week to help with breast feeding, bathing, nap time, and for all the little things that are as alien as (albeit much cuter than) Snooki. This is a fabulous baby shower gift a bunch of people can chip in on and will be appreciated much more than knitted socks. Dona.org is the official doula website where you can search your area for accredited doulas or ask your OBGYN.
I am sure you know someone with a tween daughter that needs money to go see Justin Bieber. Hire her to be a mother’s helper for like five or six dollars an hour. She entertains the kids in the house while you catch up on laundry and US Weekly. How is that not worth $15.00? (Give up lattes for a week.)
And if any family or friends ask what they can do--don't be a martyr. Say, "Please make me enough frozen lasagnas to get me through the winter."
Just because we don’t want the village in our living room helping raise our kids (hell no, I just vacuumed!) doesn’t mean we have to go it alone, either.
(This piece is slanted toward moms, but I certainly know and respect that there are plenty of dads equally invested in and overwhelmed with parenting.)
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
My son's name is Van (not after Van Halen as many more people that you would expect ask me. Considering my appearance is quite anti-1984, I wonder what sparks this curiosity. I digress.)
Monday, August 2, 2010
I have always wondered at the moms who can load up the brood for a whole day at the beach. I itch just thinking about the pounds of sand and tubes of suntan lotion that end up all over, well...everything. For months.