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It’s hard to believe it’s been a year since I took this video of Anna (aka Chocolate Monster). She wasn’t even two years old, and Erica was still kicking around in my belly. This is one of my favorite memories with Anna, and how I’ll always picture her, no matter how sophisticated she becomes. I might just have to show this to her first date. 🙂
Someone asked me recently if I consider myself a “mommy blogger.” Hmm…I’m a mom. And I blog. So, technically, I suppose I am. But I’m also a lot of other things. I’m a wife, a sister, an aunt and a so-so friend (my poor pals have been pretty neglected these past few years). It’s not that I’m boring. I just don’t have time to be interesting.
As it turns out, not everyone is a fan of mommy bloggers. “All they do is talk about their kids’ bodily functions and tantrums and lack of sleep and blah, blah, blah…” I have to admit I was a bit intimidated to even start a blog for fear that “those” people wouldn’t think I was funny or clever.
But you know what? I really don’t care anymore. Writing is my outlet, my indulgence, …
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I went through orientation for my new job today. Apparently, this place still allows hazing.
It started innocently enough. “Mommy, mommy, mommy!,” Anna cried from her bedroom. My head had just hit the pillow, and I’d foolishly let myself think that I might get a decent night’s sleep. Wrong.
I heaved my legs over the edge of the bed, forced my feet to shuffle to the stairs, and trudged up each creaky stair to the second floor of our 1938 airplane bungalow. As I reached for her doorknob (she insists on sleeping with her door closed), I wondered what I’d find.
Had she wet the bed? Was she getting sick? Had she misplaced her beloved Jessie and Bullseye?
Nope. It was the beginning stages of what I’ve come to know as pure parenting hell…a night terror. I didn’t know what to call them until talking with a friend today whose daughter has the …
Pardon the photo quality. And the lack of food. Milk, ranch and some hamburger patties, what more could you ask for?
I didn’t grow up with nice things, and I normally don’t buy nice things now. In fact, nice things make me uncomfortable. I’m clumsy, so I might break them. And I’m frugal, so I usually think they cost too much. And, there’s the guilt associated with nice things. I mean, I don’t really need a new (insert item here). I can’t tell you how many times I’ve put an item in my shopping cart, only to backtrack my way across the store later to restock it. (And yes, I return it to its proper place, or I’d feel guilty about that, too.)
But let me tell you something. We got our new fridge today, and …
See? I told you she was cute!
Ten weeks ago I gave birth to a delightful baby girl named Erica June. Double motherhood is exhausting, but she’s totally worth it.
I’m not sure if I didn’t notice it as much the first time around, or if I was even more sleep deprived than I am this time, but people say annoying/insulting/ignorant things to new moms! I’m sure they’re well meaning, but I thought I would come up with a list of things you probably shouldn’t say to or ask a new mom (unless you’re just feeling mean spirited).
1. Is he/she sleeping through the night?
Um, just look at these dark circles under my eyes. And the fact that I just swerved into that wall while walking down the hallway. Do I look like I’m getting sleep to you? …