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I admit it.  I’m guilty of a social media crime.  I’m one of those annoying moms who posts endlessly about her children.  I post pictures of them, my profile picture is often one of them, and my status updates often reflect them.  I may not be as saccharine sweet as some of the moms out there but if you are a friend of mine, it’s likely that you know more about my children than their own grandparents. 

However… in my defense, there are reasons.  They may not be the best reasons, but they’re certainly hard to argue with. 

For instance, the profile picture.  I have a million pictures stored on my hard drive but I’m sure I could count on one hand how many are of me.  My children will likely grow up thinking that daddy was there for everything and mommy was off napping or drunk somewhere.  Not true, mommy is the family photographer.  When I do have a picture of me, it’s taken by me and so close you can see every wrinkle on my face and it will not be shared with the masses.  If I do manage to get someone else to take my picture, I realize when I look at it that ever since my oldest was born I’ve aged in dog years.  Then I see a cute picture of one of my girls with the perfect skin and the perfect hair and decide that since they’re the ones who’ve contributed to the bags under my eyes, they can represent mama publicly. 

The photos of my kids.  Well, what can I say?  I haven’t much else to take pictures of these days.  My time is divided between doing kid stuff, housework, and my job.  If we go anywhere fun, it’s the park or the aquarium and you can bet my kids are going to shimmy into those pictures.  Other than that, I’m going to be posting pictures of my dirty dishes and coworkers.  You choose.  And remember, if you choose to look at pictures of dirty dishes over my kids, we maaaay not be friends anymore.  🙂 

Status updates.  Pretty much the same thing.  These little goobers become your life!  I go to work and talk about the silly things they say while my coworkers feign interest and inch out of my office.  Not to mention that over half of my facebook friends are moms and dads as well so we all crave seeing that there are other people dealing with the same challenges day in, day out.

 So to all of my friends who are sick of my kids, I sincerely apologize.  I was once like you, I’m sure.  But if I can deal with non stop updates on the hockey strike and look longingly at your photos from you recent trip to Maui, you can pretend to think my kids are cute.  Or you can hide me.  🙂


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Eleven Months



My baby is eleven months old today.  I can’t believe this is the last *month* milestone.  How can eleven months go by so quickly and slowly at the same time?!  My littlest pumpkin has been a challenging baby.  She’s demanding and loud and a little over-emotional.  But you know what’s amazing about motherhood?  I love her regardless.  I could tell you stories about the days that my husband came home to find me in tears because she had been screaming all day.  The days where my friends told me that they didn’t know how I managed.  The days where I hid under the covers on the floor while she whined around her soother.  But you know what?  Instead I’m going to focus on the positive (which is very unlike me).  This hasn’t been the dreamy babyhood that expecting mother dream of, but it’s still been amazing.  For every hard moment there is an equally sweet moment.

To anyone who is planning on having a child and worries that their child will be difficult, I have this for advice… you’ll manage.  You’ll resent anyone who has a happy child but you’ll get over it.  I truly believe we’re only given what we can handle and you may not want what you can handle, but there’s a reason for it.

One good thing about colic is that it sure has taught my three year old to be patient.  She could have easily spent the last year losing it but instead she plays with the baby and even tries to give me suggestions on making her happy (and you know, sometimes she’s right!).  I’m very lucky to have my beautiful girls and I’m even luckier that we’ve all survived these months together… one more to go… and then a lifetime.

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Not worth the cheese

I’m not sure at what point in my life I decided I was no longer worth putting in any effort for.  I’m pretty sure (like most moms) that it was right around the time that my first baby was born.  I think I used up all of my energy reserves just delivering her and then any new production went straight to my little bundle of joy.

I have two older sisters.  When we were younger they used to melt cheese into little cups and eat it (yes, gross, but this seemed like the yummiest thing in the world at the time).  When I asked them if I could have some too, they told me that cheese was expensive and I couldn’t have any.  This has become a bit of a running joke with us, me not being worth the cheese.

I was making dinner the other day and absolutely starving because I hadn’t taken the time to prepare myself any proper meals all day, so I was eating pretzels.  My daughter came into the kitchen and I thought for sure she was going to ask for some but instead she asked if she could have more carrots and celery.  It suddenly hit me.  I was starving and scarfing down salty carbs because I spent so much time washing and chopping and preparing food for my kids that it never really occurred to me that I deserve to be taken care of too.  Why is it that I’m worried about them getting proper snacks and meals and yet I can feed myself handfuls of pretzels?

So it’s been decided, from here on out I’m going to take just as good of care of their mother as I am of them.  I think we’ll all benefit in the long run.

After all, I am worth the cheese.  🙂

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I have a little secret.  I love to craft.  I loooooove to buy fabrics and notions and force them all together in lame attempts to make something that might actually turn out well.  Half of the time I end up with garbage.  Well, maybe more than half the time…

I can’t even begin to explain how many projects I have “on the go”.  Some of them go back years and I’d be better off just tossing them… yet I can’t.  I made a list a while back and for some reason instead of knocking things off of the list, I’ve just started new projects.

Project one: my baby’s birthday present.  I decided that I would avoid the toys r us aisles and make her something from my well intentioned heart… a quiet book.  I wanted something that she could fondle in the car on our trips to Grandma’s house as well as practice some skills as she gets older.  I’m happy to say I actually finished it!  So here it is, my first quiet book.  I hope she doesn’t destroy it too quickly.

The cover page:


Count the flower petals; put the butterflies in and out of the net:


Unzip the bird feeder; put the animals in and out of the zoo:


Move the monkey along the line; unbutton the flap on the owl:


Back cover:


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What to do with the baby stuff?

I hate clutter.  It weighs on you and eats away at your soul.  I always wanted two kids (assuming I was blessed with them) and during my last pregnancy I had lovely dreams about shipping off truckloads of baby stuff to the salvation army.  Now that my baby is nine months, a lot of her little baby things are no longer practical.  She can’t fit into many of the clothes, she’s too big for the infant seats.  Finally my time has come to clear up some much needed closet space.  And yet I find myself hesitating.  I’ve got the boxes out, the clothes sorted, the infant seats lined up and ready for disassembling.  Yet… I can’t seem to do it.  I want to sooo much but I just can’t seem to do it.  I never took myself for an overly sentimental sort.  I swear the minute I could put my old jeans on I got rid of all of my maternity clothes.

My husband would love another child.  He would accept it if I didn’t but I just know that a little piece of his puzzle would be missing.  Does me hesitating on getting rid of my baby stuff mean that I’m having second thoughts?  Or does it just mean that I’m unwilling to say goodbye to my own babies?  Will it be any easier to part with this stuff in a year?  Five years?  Ever?  Perhaps it’s like a bandaid, you just need to rip it off and know that all will be okay.

Sigh.  I guess this is another instance of me assuming I would be one type of parent, and my true nature peeking out to call me a liar.  Does this ever end?  Will I be eating my words until the day I die?  So many questions, but then again, I suppose that’s sort of the point of it all isn’t it?  Finding answers…

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She slept through the night!

It’s such a weird feeling, when your baby finally sleeps through the night.  Not even a six hour stretch, but the same stretch as you!  You suddenly feel like Snow White, frolicking with tiny little birdies and singing a sweet tune.

My baby has been a bad sleeper.  She’s almost nine months old and up until the last week she’s only a handful of times given me more than two or three hours without her.  It’s been like walking around in a fog.  I’ve told myself a million times that it’ll get better but I have to say that I was really starting to question that.  I mean, it only seemed to be getting worse as time went on!

I decided that she no longer needed to nurse every couple of hours.  I also decided that after 9 months, it was my husband’s turn to go in and comfort her (which he did willingly, bless his heart).  She actually responded way better than I had expected and right away started giving longer stretches.  Then last night, a miracle happened: she slept through the night.  From 10pm until 6:30am when I went in to check on her and found her doing push ups and smiling.

I’m pretty sure I can conquer anything at this point.  I have no doubt she will regress many many times but for now I’m just going to enjoy the first full night of sleep I’ve had in a year.

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The Good Ol’ Days

Oh how I long for the old days of motherhood.  Modern technology is great, it’s nice to have information at the tip of your fingers (even if most of it is crap) and it’s nice to have endless amounts of people to commiserate with online, but there is a downside.  The downside is that the bar of motherhood is set higher than ever.  Gone are the days when you were happy just to make it through the day.  It’s no longer good enough to raise a child that moves out at 18 and doesn’t grow into a serial killer.  Now we can see exactly what everyone else is doing and we can judge our parenting skills in comparison.

I think I’m a pretty good mom so far.  I haven’t had to deal with teenagers yet so I’ll revisit that in a decade.  If I didn’t have the internet or cable I’d plug along and be happy that my girls are somewhat well adjusted and listen to me at least some of the time.  But no, I torture myself by going online and opening my eyes to how much better everyone else is handling the task of raising children.  It’s no longer good enough that my infant only woke up three times last night, I can see that little Samantha has been sleeping in 12 hour stretches since birth.  When my babe starts saying mama, all of the other babies have apparently been reciting the alphabet for months, in their sleep.  When I finally persuade my toddler to eat a carrot stick by smothering it in ranch dressing I find out that I’m the devil’s handmaiden because I let her eat processed food.

I applaud the ladies out there who are raising perfect children, it must be exhausting but you are in no way letting on to this.  I hope that when our kids are in grade school together, my child doesn’t corrupt yours with her Dora t-shirt and box of smarties.  🙂

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