Fun Days

I bitch about my days but even on my worst days, there are so many moments of it that make me want to freeze it in time because it really is so flawless. The best thing that has ever happened to me - is a human I baked. How is that not a miracle?
















Forgive us. We are not very cooperative lately in the photo taking department. I even threatened her with a time out (half in jest) to no avail. LE*SIGH

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Superpowers

When something isn't right with your baby or if she's sick or even when she falls - somehow in some way you feel entirely responsible. She falls? I should've caught her before it happened. She gets sick? Maybe she's not eating well enough or maybe it's not nutritional enough or maybe I forgot her vitamins a day or two this week. It truly comes with the territory and your child looking to you as a superhero and we all know superheroes have superpowers, right? We, as mommies, are sworn to kiss and fix all the ow-ees and all the boo boos. If only, baby... If only.




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Perfection?

Is what you define it to be. That's what my Sunday was. Imperfect perfection. Morning starts off wrong, miscommunications happen, but at the end of the day it turns into this




"these crackers are so good - I'm going to wear the crumbs on my head too!".
























"this is life".

It is indeed. This is my perfect life in all its imperfect glory, and while there are people we miss, places we've yet been to, things we've yet to do, there aren't many things I wish for that I don't already have.

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Lessons Learned from a Child

There really are some mornings when getting out the door that she truly tries my last inch of patience and it becomes one of those "OMG I hate mornings like this". I used to feel that mornings like this set the tone for the rest of the day where I remain in a sour mood. As she and I both get older, however, I'm learning that it doesn't necessarily have to be so. Children have a very short attention capacity so while she may be caught in the storm of one of her fits, she also let's go and forgives easily. While it is true that parents teach their little ones the rules of life, it's the little ones with the real lessons to teach. To let be sometimes, let go, love easy, smile, sing, and forgive easy because some things aren't worth ruining an entire day for because once the day is over, we never get it back. Yes, we walked out of the house in tears. Yes, mommy was scowling and baby had tears streaming down her face, but at drop off it was still "I love you - I love you too - see you later baby - bye mommy" and I am on the way to work lighter and with a spring in my step. My two year old is my greatest teacher.





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Balance Balance Balance

All about it. Most weeks I think are very well balanced. I love my Sundays with my little girl. With everyday stress balls of life happening, it's not always easy though. Days like yesterday, a lazy Sunday in bed until 11, all smiles and giggles, a late brunch outdoors, ice cream on the sidewalk - I love these Sundays.













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What Not To Say

"You look great. For a mom". Uhm, thanks (insert eye roll). That is not really a compliment. I'm secure enough about myself that I don't need random strangers' compliments and insecure enough to enjoy them, but when there's a "for a mom" thrown in there, it's actually not a flattering comment. Well stranger, for a mom, I'm not doing so badly. My warped sense of physical self was so worth this creature. So there.










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Overindulgence

It is something I think many parents find difficult to balance. Okay, maybe just the ones like me because I know there are moms who seem to have their crap put together just so even if they don't in truth, but heck, I can't even make it seem that way. Anyway - sometimes it's just that box of juice or piece of candy to pacify your pouty toddler. Sometimes it's because you see how happy they are for it. While you read in thousands of parenting books that tell you, you shouldn't - sometimes it is simply to bribe them in the moment because you just cannot fathom one more throw down with your kid because that would make it your 34th throw down of the day. She is getting to a very trying age, where she pushes and pulls and tests and gets tantrummy and bratty. Thankfully not as often as I expected or have seen. When it's happening - there are many times where I find myself stumped as to how I should be handling it. Now for the most part, she's good. She does listen more often than she doesn't, she's also in kind a very happy, content child by nature. Perhaps that's what makes her meltdowns more difficult for me. She doesn't have them often, the fighting and crying spells but man - when she does it's literally a throw down. With a 2 year old. And more honestly sometimes just bribing her with a yogurt juice or a gummy bear saves me a little of my sanity but I know it's the wrong tone to follow regularly and that I really shouldn't be doing it at all. I know I've mentioned this often in the past but these little creatures need to come with how-to-for-dummies manual for moms like myself.




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Super Shopper

To go grocery shopping after work with the Bean is - for the most part very tiring. It's really grocery shopping in general. She wants in the cart. Then she wants out. She wants cookies and juice and string cheese and laughing cow cheese (those are still my fave!) and lollipops and everything else I don't want her eating before dinner but you know, it's also the best time of my day too. I mean, can it not be when she's so darn happy? Look at her...




There's a quote that says something along the lines of teaching your children to walk and talk for the first two years and spending the next fourteen telling them to sit down and shut up. I think I've told the Bean to sit down about every 3 and a half minutes the entire half hour we were shopping. Must be true.

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Superhero Mommy

It has been a tremendously long week for both the Beanie and for myself. When your baby looks to you as if you are a superhero who should be able to fix everything for her, and you can't, it's the most frustrating and hopeless feeling in the world. When she is sick or when she is hurt and there really is absolutely nothing you can do for her but promise it will get better - your self doubt, self loathing creeps in little bit by little bit. "Am I cut out for this?". "Maybe I'm not doing enough. What do I do?". "What if I'm not enough to do this?". In my heart of hearts, I know that I am the best mother for her mainly because I know there isn't anyone in this world who can love this girl more, but sometimes - .....

With that said, the weekend was a total kickoff to get me started on what is sure to be a long work week despite that July 4 is smack in the middle. Perhaps it's "Happy Mommy; Happy Baby", but that for sure works both ways.

No more sick baby!
















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