TD is a rather mercurial child. If you ask her how her day is going she is probably going to reply with an exasperated, "I don't know!" that is akin to a sullen fifteen year-old. Five=fifteen in attitude it seems. Then she is off singing in her polly pocket world as happy as a clam. That is changing now that she has entered elementary school. When I used to pick her up at preschool she was sullen. She didnt' want to leave friends. Kindergarten has changed all that. I like to call this new stage, the golden moment.As soon as she spies me waiting for her at the bus stop each afternoon her face lights up. She runs off the bus, arms outstretched to me yelling, "Mommy!" I get tunnel vision and see only her. She is like this little drop of … [Read more...]
A D-MER Survivor Speaks
I don't often venture into the arena of breast-feeding. It's a twisted, hugely opinionated topic that has many pieces to it. To me the topic itself is a largely personal issue that I don't think can be labeled as just either "Feeders" and "Non-Feeders". I have nursed all three of my children, but differently each time and for differing reasons with each child as well. It's like those ubiquitous Facebook descriptions for a wide array of relationship statuses that can only be labeled as, "It's Complicated". I don't like to openly go on and on on regarding my feelings towards breast-feeding precisely for these reasons- it's complicated and personal for each and every mother/child combination. I don't expect anyone else to agree or understand the … [Read more...]
Camouflage or Make-up?
You decide. I let the girls play with some of my make-up yesterday. I also let them do my make-up. … [Read more...]
You’re a Bad Mommy
Scene: In the girls bathroom, brushing TD's hair. We are in get ready for school mode.TD: (frowning at her reflection in the mirror. A permanent scowl has been on her face all morning.) "Mommy, you are a bad mommy."Me: (Stifling a sigh and the urge to rip through her hair because all morning has been this way. The frowns. The whines. The cries. The dissatisfaction.) "I'm a bad mommy? Hm..." I wait a beat as she nods in confirmation.Me: "TD, if I was a bad mommy I wouldn't care that you said that. It hurt my feelings. If I was a bad mommy I wouldn't be combing your hair or helping you get dressed or feeding you breakfast. Would you like it if I said you were a bad daughter?" TD: "Nooo...."Me: (Feeling overwhelmed by sadness and … [Read more...]
A Complicated Girl
If you are a fan of Sex and the City then you probably already know about the debate regarding "complicated and simple girls". I myself remember this episode distinctly as it not only capped off an excellent season but also finally gave me a way in which I could describe myself. I am a complicated girl. So are most of my friends. I guess we thrive in packs. However, back in the day not even a pack or two of guys wanted to deal with us. Throughout my life- as a child growing up and in my dating years in particular people were always telling me I was, "difficult", "weird" and yes, "complicated". It was all so very frustrating. I was not going to change who I was just to appear that I wanted less out of life or that I desired less from my friends, family and the men I dated. Why should … [Read more...]
Hershey Lockdown
One of the great things about blogging isn't just the free stuff that sometimes arrives on my front door step but it is the opportunities it offers me to connect with other bloggers and get to know some of them on a more personal level (and you know, quit stalking them and such.) Most of all though it is the times that I get to bond with my family in some truly memorable ways. Hershey's, while having always been a fan of their candy, stole my heart this weekend when they invited TD and I to 'A Night at the Museum'.As part of this special event they treated nine bloggers (Classy Mommy, MomDot, MomGenerations, Mom101, Sundry Mourning, Cutie Booty Cakes, Blissfully Domestic, Suburban Bliss, And Twins Makes 5) to a taste of their grand prize "Win a Night at the Museum" promotion. Hershey in … [Read more...]
Close to Me
"Momma, can I sit next to you while you eat breakfast?"I hear this almost every morning. There is much chair scraping as she drags her kitchen chair right up next to mine. After a few moments she asks, "Momma, can I sit in your lap while you eat your breakfast?" Her big brown eyes look up at me with a quiet excitement I can't remember ever possessing. After placing her on my lap she pauses and then burrows into me, compacting herself into a tiny ball. She squirms as if she is looking for a spot that will position her even closer to me. These days it is never close enough. If she could I imagine she would soon ask, "Momma, can I carve you open and crawl back inside?" … [Read more...]