When you don’t have kids and have a lazy Sunday morning, you get up around 10am. When you do have a kid, you get up at 6:30, have pancakes, water plants, play in the play house, read books, put stickers on the dogs, have a snack, get soaked by the house, change, have a glass of milk and then go back to sleep at 10am.
Tag: baby
You Know You’re a Mom When…
1. You can tackle almost any house hold task silently. Dishes, laundry, ironing, vacuuming, mopping, etc all produce some kind of noise. A mom can do all with ninja like stealth.
2. Your purse weighs as much as your baby
3. The contents of your purse would help you through any imaginable scenario from a runny nose to a hungry kiddo to defusing a nuclear missile.
4. You can carry a baby, a purse, push a stroller and a coffee with ease.
5. When you hear classical music, you know which Baby Einstein dvd it’s from.
6. You speak in sing songy voices to adults by accident.
7. You can make a game out of folding clothes, doing dishes and eating vegetables.
8. You know that no toys is as fun or holds attention like a cell phone, keys or a random item in your purse can.
9. You measure lengths of time by nap times. “I got the entire yard trimmed, raked up AND a shower in one nap!”.
10.You have a ridiculously amazing ability to suck it up.
My Solemn Vow
I have decided here and now that no matter how many kids we have, no matter how tired I am and no matter how much they hate to have their hair brushed, my children will never look like they have a rat nest for hair.
We always see the same family at church and even when their kids are split up by age into their religious class groups in the front, you can spot them. They all have crazy hair. And I don’t mean like it’s a little messy in the back. I mean the girls have creases from various pony and pig tail combinations coupled with a severe case of bed head and atrocious lack of conditioner. I want to bathe them all, slather their heads in Pantene and comb their locks into neat little pig tails with ribbons.
On a side note, I tried to play “beauty shop” with Baylie this week. She has neither the hair nor the patience to do so.
Today makes me envy working moms…
Look, I know I have it amazing, ok? So no snarky “I would love to be home with my baby!!” comments, ‘kay?
Because the truth is, yes, 9 times out of 10, you would like to be home with your kiddo full time. But that 1 time out of 10, you’d rather be at the office and let someone else deal with your earpiercing screaming, klingy, so tired she can’t stand it but refuses to nap, kid. For the last 2 hours I’ve tried everything to get Baylie to go down for her afternoon nap. After the first 45 minutes, I gave up only to have her run around screaming and hitting because she’s exhausted. She even kicked Bear the dog. Not that I haven’t thought about that once in awhile, but he wasn’t doing anything to deserve it so it was unfair (trust me, she has lots of opportunities when he’s being bad to kick him so we need to be sure to praise when he’s not being bad). So I fed her a snack, broke down and gave her a bottle (after no bottles for the last 2 days, arg!!) and no sleepy. But when I release her from her swaddle, she instantly melts down. I bounced and rocked her in her cool, quiet and dark bedroom for an hour – she finally closed her eyes and when I put her down, they popped back open. At this point I would hold her if she would just fall asleep, but noooo. So how am I writting this post right now? Well, we’re all in a bit of a time out. Bear and Travis are in the laundry room having their dinner, Bay is in her crib with classical music on and lots of toys and books and I am writting in an effort to vent my frustration and then off to fold the 3+ baskets of laundry that have been waiting for the last several hours.
Don’t think this is a great solution – there are spurts of screaming, loud and sad “Momma!!’s”, yabbering and even calling for Bear (which comes out more like “Baaah!!” like she’s from Boston). The quiet timeout is going to continue for at least as long as it takes me to finish the laundry. Hopefully by then everyone will be in a nicer place and we’ll all be able to play hide and seek and “Where’s Travis??” in a nice, non dog kicking manner.
If not, the wine opens early.
“Daddy did my hair…”
As most moms will tell you, leaving the kiddos with dad in charge can be a bit of a challenge. For me, it’s a breeze. PW took to fatherhood the second Baylie was born. In fact, he kind of had to – I couldn’t get out of the bed so he had to change all the icky first diapers and by the third one, he was a champ. He’s always been hands on and easy going with B and it’s never a problem to leave them home together.
Unless you expect a clean house when you return.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining – no seriously. It’s actually comical to see what has transpired during my absence. Baylie is always fed and happy, same with PW so I can’t be upset. But the aftermath of “Baylie and Daddy time” is of epic proportions. Take for example a few weekends ago…
I was having lunch with some college friends on a Sunday. I left around 11am and Bay was down for a nap. I hadn’t changed her out of jammies yet because she had gone down early for her nap and was taking an extra looong one. I met the Phis and enjoyed catching up for a few hours. When I returned home around 2, I found this…
When I asked if some sort of bomb had gone off, Peter replied “we were building forts”. Gotcha. And the clothes? “to weigh down the blankets so they would stay up and we could crawl under”. Now, who can be mad at a dad building forts with their kiddo? Not me, but I did have to comment on the amount of chaos that had occurred in the short time I was gone. The kicker? I figured out when Bay woke up from her afternoon nap that she was still in her jammies AT 3 IN THE AFTERNOON. Also, they had ventured out to Chipoltle and yes, she was still in her jammies complete with berry stains from breakfast. Sigh, at least she had on clothes 🙂
The Goon Room 