Today was one of those days where I felt like all my children did today was do this.
(Don’t tell me I should be thankful. I AM thankful. But I also have a limit on whining and crying and asking to be picked up over and over again. We all have our limits and they are different every day. I understand it is the same for the children. Anyway.)
And somehow, by the grace of whatever powers that be, I made it through the day pretty damn proud of myself. I was a loving, compassionate, understanding mother and was able to keep my cool despite my children having a clingy, vocal, and messy day and work through those teachable moments and handle those little hellions with grace. Heck, I even successfully diverted a meltdown in a public restaurant at dinner. Somebody give me a gold star!
But it is now past 8:30 and my sweet mom, sanity timer just went off because the effing children are still awake. I am exhausted and just *done* with the kids. My shift is over, right? I clock in at 7am and clock out by 8pm, don’t they know that? I work a strict 13 hour schedule (that is a joke, I really work 24 hours a day, but I do like to have 2 hours to myself at night before bedtime. SILLY ME.) and anything more than that, my balance gets out of whack I sort of flip my shit a little. Why do they think they can just stay up ’til all hours, crying over nothing except being tired, sneaking out of their room, asking for one more trip to the bathroom to brush their teeth, one more banana/cracker/fig bar, one more trip to the potty?
My older child, who will be three in November, has been in her own room since around a year and a half, I think, since she wasn’t getting any sleep with me anymore. Maybe the husband’s snoring has something to do with it too. But lately she’s been waking up too much. I am thankful that she’s waking up to go potty, yes, but then she refuses to go back to sleep and can dance around for hours at 1 am until dawn. And my little one is nursing every couple of hours all night now too. She’s really picking up her nursings. I’m okay with waking once or twice or more on an off night but every night, ALL NIGHT? Come on baby, give me a break here.
How do I fix this cycle? What are my children missing? Or is this just a standard phase for their ages?
Well, we’ve decided to give cosleeping with my older child a whirl again. And maybe, just maybe, if I put my two daughters in the same bed, they’ll sleep better together. Like a couple of kittens cuddled up next to each other, right? They did it for a week when we were on vacation in Texas. Maybe they can do it again.
Wish me luck. I hope we make it through the night!
What is with my little beasts and mess this month? Today it was peanut butter. Yesterday it was yogurt. Markers before that. They can’t be left alone together for a minute without something happening. But yay for my little using a spoon by herself.
What was I thinking, letting them play in their playhouse with a jar of peanut butter while I sat nearby? Silly mama!
Have your kids ever dipped their hands into a jar of peanut butter like this?
There is a parenting ecard floating around that made me laugh the other day. It basically says that a quiet toddler is playing in the toilet. Sure, that gave me a chuckle while I nodded my head in agreement. My kids play in the toilets three times a week. At least! But they really took the “quiet toddler is a naughty toddler” stereotype to another level today.
Let me start.
This morning I was planning taking my two girls to our weekly Le Leche League playgroup at the park because they love the park and I love to see other nursing moms in real life and not feel like I am a full-term tandem nursing side show. But then I decided I needed a calm day at the house instead. Calm day, my ass.
It started off nice. We snuggled, read books, and giggled. I love casual, cozy mornings like this. Here are my two on the couch together this morning. Perfect little angels, right?
Wrong. Shortly after this, my older toddler shut herself in my bedroom to play on the bed. So I thought. Until I realized I didn’t hear enough of her usual jumping like this…
Which I am OK with because the mattress is on the floor and she’s done it hundreds of times.
So I walked in on her. She was putting on makeup. She looked very happy with herself and gave me a big grin and said, “I’m wearing makeup like Mama!”
And she actually got the mascara on her lashes, no easy feat. I was impressed and smiled at her and asked that she say cheese for the camera. Then I told her little girls didn’t need to wear make up and then pointed at my face and said, “I’m not even wearing makeup!” So we cleaned the makeup off her face and then we took a cute photo together.
I am owned by her charm, can you tell?
Did she learn her lesson? Not really. Just an hour or so after this she decided to shut her bedroom door with her sister in there. I could hear them giggling and having a good time so I waited to go check on them. I was typing up a letter to Chronicle Books for bad judgement on my new mom journal and I was happy to have a few minutes to myself.
Boy, did I pay for it.
Markers!! ALL OVER!! EVERYTHING! Their faces, necks, legs, hands, feet, tongues, the doors, the carpet, the rug, the toys. Really? COME ON!
Here are my two clever toddlers before their bath, covered in “washable” markers.
During their bath my little one wasn’t pleased to be forced in the water and then scrubbed down. Look at that sad face.
And not much came off her face. Crayola has some work to do on their so-called “washable” product line. My children are still little green demons after two baths.
So, I’m not sure what the lesson is here but the markers are in the trash and my makeup is out of reach. We’ll see what they get into tomorrow. But for now, I am enjoying a quiet house again while they take their afternoon nap. Or at least they better be napping.
What does your toddler do while you’re not watching?
What is with my children and toilets? Do I need an indoor pool?? They seem to treat toilets in my house as mini splash pools or something. Every time I leave them together in the bedroom that has a toilet in there, this happens. Seriously.
Also, what is with their tongues?? Gross, kids. Gross.
I had to hose them off after this (well, put them in the bath) because they quickly decided to up this semi-peaceful toilet scene into something beyond my icky-ness threshhold. They decided eating freshly dipped toilet paper strips and throwing sopping wads at each other, the wall, floor, and splashing each other was the best thing in the world. I should have taken a quick video. Because it is NEVER happening again.
Until next week.
Does your child have a strange fascination with toilets too? Please share your stories and photos with me!
How is your week going? All is well here. We celebrated my husband’s birthday with oven baked mac and cheese goodness and angel food cake. It was really hard to make these under pressure with one arm holding a baby that refused to be happy anywhere else but I got them done and they turned out delish.
(There is bacon on the mac n cheese and the angel food cake had homemade whipped cream & sliced strawberries on the side. Everything was devoured too quickly to get proper photos. But that is a sign of food enjoyed so I’ll take it.)
As I watched our daughters clamber all over him as he blew out his “candle” (a light up bouncy ball nestled in the center of the bundt hole because I couldn’t find candles since we just moved and I forgot them at the store), I thought about how much our lives have changed in the last 5 years.
Our life is simple but I love it. I saw this quote yesterday and though it was perfect for how I was thinking. Below are some other good photos and articles worth reading.
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What a lovely image of a mother and baby. It also makes me miss my kitties.
These make me want to hug my baby tight and smell that sweet baby smell. Thankfully, one is sleeping in my arms right now. (Typing one handed is tedious!)
Have you watched Mama Natural? Her show is so awesome. I just watched her latest video, Babysitter Fail. Have you ever had a bad experience or gotten a bad feeling about a sitter? We’ve only hired one person for one night so far and thankfully, she was wonderful. But a last minute vacation sitter?
What does birth mean to you? Is it beautiful or terrifying or both? I read what is means to a 13-year-old girl and it almost made me cry.
If you think birth is beautiful and loved how this strong little girl could appreciate the awesomeness at such a tender age, you’ll really enjoy this birth photo. The birthing woman’s daughter cut the cord of her new sibling. Wow. Just wow.
Kim says, “This picture really captured home birthing for me. A trained midwife whose love, gentleness and skill have overwhelmed me. This was our second home birth with her. She caught, Lucca, our 7 yr old in this same room 7 years previously. She remembered that our eldest daughter, Willow, had cut Lucca’s cord 7 yrs ago. Now it was Lucca’s turn. My husband, Sam, is helping him. I am holding our newest daughter, Shiloh, who is wrapped in the towel. All of these hands play(ed) such important, sweet roles on my life! And I love the many colors!”
Speaking of daughters, will mine look like me one day the way I saw my mother? Or as I see my mother in my face and movements now? It is eerie sometimes but I sincerely appreciate seeing her whenever I can, even if it is in myself. It provides some comfort and it almost feels like she is in me, watching me. Do other mothers who have lost their own feel that way too?
Many of the people talking about TIME’s story feel that they’re being made to fell guilty if they’re not “mom enough” to do this or that. Mom-guilt is pretty standard stuff, right? Or is that just me? I’m pretty sure it is normal. So, if you’re feeling crappy every other day about how you could be doing better, read this and you’ll feel a little better.
“I’ve been a parent long enough to know that you don’t give birth and suddenly just know all there is to know about parenting. My own journey to gentle parenting was just that, a journey. We’re all learning ‘on the job,’ literally, and on top of that we’re all just humans raising humans and can and will make mistakes, no matter how much experience we have.”
“Breast or bottle. Demand or schedule feeding. Thumb, dummy, or mama as a pacifier. Public, private, or home school. Vax’ing, delayed vax’ing, or non-vax’ing. The list of differences among good parents doing the best they know how to do with the knowledge and experience they have is endless.”
I enjoyed this post, not only because she and I share some similar thoughts on parenting, but because she’s been a mother for 25 years and shares her confidence.
What do you feel guilty about? Does it really matter if you let you kid watch a TV show or two before you wake up in the morning fully and don’t want you face stomped on? Because you don’t watch them like a hawk during all their waking hours and maybe they do some questionable things that could have been avoided if you did? Do you tell them to go to their room when they’re being annoying? Do you tell them whining hurts your feelings and it’s rude? (Is that even a good response?! Someone tell me, please!) or maybe you feel bad about giving them anything with sugar (because sugar is the devil) and don’t push the veggies enough? Those are my own mom-guilt ridden things that don’t really matter. I hope. And I let them eat dirt and suck on rocks. And don’t reapply sunscreen enough.
I am ‘mom enough’ to know that I’m not perfect but I’m the best they have so I shouldn’t be so hard on myself? Yes. That doesn’t meet I won’t stop beating myself up though. Maybe one day. When they leave the house. Oh and this one made me crack up. SO EFFING TRUE. Are you mom enough to “withstand hearing all of your children whining, crying, screaming and yelling “Mom mom mom mom mom” 800 times in a row without losing your mind…” (More good ones by the Deranged Housewife)
Some people think strollers are bad too but who cares? Not this cute celeb couple. Amy Poehler and Will Arnett strolled with their young sons, Abel, 1, and Archie, 3, in Manhattan on Mother’s Day. More on Yahoo.
Do you feel that you are well supported in your breastfeeding endeavours? Or do you feel sort of a lack of support sometimes, like I do, and feel pressure especially to give your children cow’s milk instead of your own? Starting at a year, I’ve noticed that ped’s and people who don’t know any better, start asking about your child’s cow milk consumption. I didn’t realize that it was sort of insulting until this time around. Why would I give my child cow milk over milk from her own species, from her own mother, made especially for her? Without any extra handling or containers or shipping across the country? Directly from the source?
Yes, yes there is. And don’t get my wrong, I love cow milk. I grew up drinking a glass with every meal so I still do. But this photo makes me feel icky for loving cow milk as much as I do. Would I feel less gross if I had my own cow in the backyard that I fed, pet, and milked myself?
This is the kind of story that I want every woman to read when she is pregnant. It shows that birth is amazing and magical. It shows that even though they all have variations- that doesn’t mean they are weird or dangerous. Birth is unique every time, but it need not be feared.
And another beautiful story…and look at that happy mama!
Heck, let’s throw in some celeb gossip in this post too.
Look how cute chubby little Haven Alba is! More pics at Daily Mail.
If I’m still having kids at 40 (I’m really hoping I’ll be done by then because I can only imagine being 10+ years older and being a really bitchy pregnant lady), I HOPE I can look this good postpartum. Foxy mama! I also love that she’s not all fake-tan. Natural coloring always looks good! More at Daily Mail.
Would you let your baby eat dirt? Where do you draw the line for what is OK and what
is icky? Here is my lovely Amelie really enjoying her mudpie today.
A friend just made me feel like I may be a good mom after all, for letting my child eat dirt (because honestly, I can’t keep it out of her mouth) by sending me this – Early exposure to germs has lasting benefits - Nature.com
A few good NPR reads on babies, dirt, & cleanlinesss too -