Tag Archives: motherhood

Why I haven’t written

19 Jun

Its difficult to think about anything when you’re laying on the couch all day cursing. I haven’t been feeling well.

A few weeks ago we found out there will be another member of the family come the end of January. As elated as we were – this was earlier than expected and I was unprepared for the weeks of nausea and headaches. 

Today I’m feeling slightly better as I’ve been forcing myself to choke down food every half hour. I remember not understanding how people could do this more than once when I was pregnant with my son – and here we are.  The nausea is really inconvenient.

I watch my husband eat whatever he wants and glare at him because I can hardly manage dry toast. Men simply do the deed and are off the hook for 9 months while us women suffer. Seems unfair.

Anyways that’s my soap box for the day… leta hope this is the begining of the end of the morning sickness.

Booger-Picking Good Time

4 Jun

Recently my son has taken up the hobby of picking his nose. I will admit – I think its hilarious. But of course good parents don’t laugh hysterically when their children pick their nose – they gently tell the child it isn’t socially acceptable. I am apparently not mature enough to deal with this kind of thing yet. Can I get a big HAHAHA!

Maybe its just me… but I find it funny that he runs around the house picking his nose. I do know why he does it though – my husband is constantly picking his own nose (that is not funny.. because he’s not 1 1/2). This evening he even fell asleep while picking his nose. I can’t make this up! He laid in bed picking his nose and once he got bored he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

I’m sure as with everything else that he will grow out of this. Of course I did correct him when he tried to eat his boogers – that’s gross – but otherwise I’m sure it’s just a phase.

Laying down the law

23 May

**drum roll please**

Its official. “I ain’t takin no crap no more!” Horrible english language aside – it is true. I’m done with the tantrums and the fits. Guess who reigns supreme here baby? Thats right. You can call me Warden. From now until my son turns 18, I am going to run this house with an iron fist! And did I mention chocolate?

Ha Ha

Ok all joking aside, someone has apparently had too much sugar before sitting down at the computer… But I decided a few days ago that it was time for some “house rules”. They were carefully selected and posted on the fridge (which means its official) and so far we have been trying to abide by these rules.

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1. If you HIT, you SIT

My reasoning behind this one is this: my son doesn’t sit still and therefore I’m not going to try time out. Sounds like too much of a headache and I just don’t want to deal. What I have come up with is that the minute he hits, bites, screams, or just in general does something naughty he is to sit down and we talk about what just happened and why it is unacceptable. So far it has been working, the effectiveness of this will be shown in about 5 years.

2. Food is to be eaten, you have one chance per meal

I am SICK of picking up food from the floor. Yes I know children need to explore textures and blah blah blah – I’m done with it. If he wants to explore textures – we will do that with play dough and sand. So the minute something gets dumped, out of the seat – meal time is over.

3. Unless you are playing catch, toys are not to be thrown.

My son has quite an arm on him. He can throw a further than you’d think and with surprisingly good aim. That being said – I’m tired of getting pelted from behind by sharp plastic toys.

4. Pick up your mess

My husband has already called me out on this rule – pointing at the fridge and flailing about saying I broke my own rule. Ok. This one I made to hopefully get us all in the routine of picking up toys before bedtime. Or some point… it’s no secret that I’m a bit of a mess all the time. But I clean constantly to try to remedy that – it’s the ‘routine’ I’m trying to emphasis here.

5. Hugs and Kisses are always welcome 🙂

I don’t want all the rules to be horrible. I don’t believe we need many, and its fun to have a rule that’s just silly. Of course hugs and kisses are always welcome!

There you have it – we have officially crossed from innocent baby to rambunctious toddler in 2.0 seconds. Some day – he will thank me.

To all the mothers…

12 May
My mom & B

My mom & B

To all the mothers out there – Happy Mothers Day!

We mothers share a special bond. We all remember the 9 months we carried our children in shocking detail, the first cry, the first time we held our precious baby. Unlike those who are not mothers (I’m not saying we are better) we have supersonic hearing for when our child is waking up or getting into trouble. Our smell-o-matic is always on full force as we pick up the smell of a dirty diaper from 10 miles away, and clean up sticky faces in seconds. There is nothing better than waking up to receive the first sloppy baby kiss of the morning or to tend to a ‘boo-boo’ and make it all better.

Our children love us. Not during those adolescent years we all remember going through ourselves – but before and after those years we are loved dearly. Being a child myself, I remember in detail the look on my mothers face when I was in trouble, or her tears when she hugged me in the airport in Munich. I would not be the mother I am today without the guidance and love I received from my own mother. Generation to generation we pass down the love our mothers taught us, hoping someday they are able to love their children as much as we painfully love them.

Its an honor to be a mother and I enjoy every moment. Thank you Mom, for teaching me how to be a wonderful mother.

Does it matter if you’re ready?

18 Apr

My husband and I are discussing the possibility of baby #2 (the cat is out of the bag my friends!) in the near future. Sunday morning I was paid a visit by my very first postpartum period (Horray!! I’ve never been excited to get AF in my whole life until this past week) – and it posed the real question: should we wait or should we make like rabbits and head for the bedroom?

I have made it no secret that I want another baby… RIGHT NOW! haha – instant gratification anyone? 🙂 If I had my way I would already be holding another beautiful baby in my arms – but that was not in the ‘plan’ so to say.

I love it when I ask newlyweds or people about to be married what their plan for children is and they respond with, ‘I don’t think we’re READY yet’, or ‘this isn’t a good time right now’. Is there a perfect time for having kids? Should you have them later and enjoy your youth – or should you have them early and enjoy your middle age. What is the perfect age to have children?? Or what is a good time to start a family? How do you prepare for your world to be flipped upside down?

My husband and I were not smart – and our son is the product of laziness. I will admit it, we knew full well we were not using those sex-ed classes to their full potential, and it was a downright horrible time for me to get pregnant, but guess what? Its amazing and it has all worked out wonderfully.

We are planning a huge trip in July. We are flying to Germany and then visiting Italy – we will be in Europe for 2.5 weeks – do I really want to be pregnant while we are in countries that are known for their beer and wine? Should I base my decision off of a 2.5 week vacation?

Once my hormones started going crazy at the end of December as my body prepared for the return of my fertility I searched all sorts of sites to see if there was something I could do naturally to help balance my hormones. For most things there isn’t enough evidence to support the safety during breastfeeding so I left it alone and here we are in April and my period has returned on its own. I think what I’ve learned from this is not to push God in his plan. He will provide for us in our time of need and he will show us when the time is right. Only He knows.

My son has not been an easy child from day 1. He has required a lot of attention and I feel as though no matter how much I wanted to grow our family God knew that my son needed more time with Mom. What will be will be – my husband has started his own form of birth control in the meantime – its called a beard. 🙂

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Peeing on the floor…

9 Apr

I’m not sure if I should take this as a sign to potty train (I will probably try) but here goes the latest development as far as my son goes…

Last week a friend and I decided to go on a mini vacation (I am writing a post on that experience – stay tuned!!) and my hotel room was exceptionally hot. Even with the air conditioning on full blast and the windows open – I was having a hard time cooling the place down. So I let my son run around in his diaper. In case he caught a chill during the night I put a t-shirt on him and that’s how he slept.

The following morning he jumped out of bed – or rather shimmied his way off and headed straight for the bathroom. I will admit I was completely exhausted and didn’t feel like moving right away so I didn’t. After his usual chatter he came running out with no diaper on and pointing towards the bathroom. At this point I got up and went to the bathroom to see what he did.

He peed all over the floor. I was surprised but cleaned it up and put a diaper on him. Later that day he did the same thing. And he did it twice yesterday with one time being the ugly poop on the floor. Oh yeay.

So I think he wants to go in the potty. We have the seat for the regular toilet but it looks like he wants to do this on his own with minimal guidance from mom. So we shall see – off to find a child sized potty. Yeay – one more thing to clean.

Changing tables – or lack thereof

28 Mar

Given all sorts of modern conviences we have become accustomed to – you would think most public restrooms would cater to our needs. This is not so..

Yesterday I was out shopping when my son looked at me with a sly grin. I narrowed my eyes at him and said – “Did you poop”? He nodded his head yes and giggled. Sweet. Right when I was in a store that I knew from previous experience didn’t have changing tables. So I hurried up and rushed through the checkout line.

I headed next door to the grocery store where surely they would have changing tables. The bathroom was closed for cleaning. So I asked the lady in desperation – is there another bathroom in the store? Oh yes in the back. So I head to the back of the store. If my son had weighed about 15 lbs this wouldn’t be such an issue – but carrying around a wiggly 30 lb toddler is not easy. I reached my destination and the door was locked. Awesome.

I left the store and looked around the parking lot. Bingo. There was a McDonalds. I don’t frequent McDonalds due to personal reasons but they were a beacon of light on the situation. We reached our destination and emerged with clean pants. What a relief.

You would think that most places would have changing tables. This is honestly not the truth. If it had been summer I would have changed him in the car – but there is still snow on the ground here. When in doubt – head to McDonalds. They always have changing tables – and as much as I don’t like them, they have been my saving grace on more than one occasion.