Missed Out on “Mommy of the Year”

Most days I strive to earn that coveted “Mommy of the Year” award.  You know, the one where your child is always on schedule, fed, bathed, and generally thriving.  Well, today I missed the mark…by a long shot.  Put it this way, I’m not even a runner up.

This morning was my son’s first pediatric dermatologist appointment.  Pediatric dermatology is a specialty practice so I had to take Baby B an hour away to see a doctor from the children’s hospital.  (They make rounds a few times a week at various locations.)  This hospital – an hour away – was the nearest option for me.  Ok, cool.  I can handle that.

Usually for doctor’s appointments I have my mom accompany me to sit with him in the backseat and to help me out when needed.  Ideal, right?  But (unfortunately for me) today my mom – who should probably be anointed as a living saint IMHO – was also watching my 3-month-old nephew during the day.  So, I was on my own.  For the first time since he was born.  At five months old.

Ok.  Great.  I can do this, right?  Yeah…no.

First indication that today was just not my day – I get pulled over for speeding A BLOCK AWAY FROM THE HOSPITAL!  Nice cop.  No ticket.  But still.

Then, in the parking lot, pulling out the brand-new stroller that has yet to be used and…

Stuck.  Couldn’t open it.  Roughly 10 minutes spent trying to figure this thing out.  Should’ve carried the manual with me.  I must’ve looked like a complete moron fighting with a stroller.

“Come on, you stupid thing!  Open!  I’m late! UGH!”

I then noticed the plastic hook on the side.  I guess I am a moron. 

Anyway, quickly loaded up the baby and started to power-walk towards the entrance.  Strong gust of wind…and…there goes the blanket.  In the middle of the road.

Wow…what a mess, huh?

Haha…thought it was over?  Not a chance.

Finally settled in at the doctor’s office, baby’s clothes off, placed on the scale, and…

Spit-up.  You have GOT to be kidding me!!!  Gotta clean it up now.  So I (being “Mom of the Year” and all) WALK AWAY from my son (who can roll over) to get a blanket from the diaper bag.  Yeah – leaving him alone in front of the nurse.  Not my proudest moment.

I won’t be venturing out of the house with him alone again anytime soon.

Lesson learned:  From now on, I’ll just go for “Mommy of the Day”.

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About Baby B

When I first found out I was pregnant I was estatic, elated, sooooo happy!  Immediately I had visions of baby dresses, pigtails and dolls.  My daughter would soon be eleven so it had been a LONG time since I had a little peanut growing inside of me.

All doctor appointments went well and I couldn’t wait for the first images of my little girl.

Then, I heard those words.  “Congratulations!  You’re having a boy!”

Hold up.  A what?!?!  NOOOOOOO!  That can’t be right.  Check again, I’m having a girl. 

Nope.  Absolutely not.  Most definitely a boy.  In that moment all my dreams of finally having another little girl to play dress-up with were over.  In an instant.  I’m not proud to say that I was disappointed…a little.

No baby dresses.  No pigtails.  No dolls.

Instead, those images were replaced with baseballs, footballs, and blue.  Lots of blue.

What was I going to do?  I don’t know the first thing about sports.  I’m going to have to run?  Dribble a ball?  What was I going to do with a boy?

Then, my boy came.  Baby B.  Cutest. Baby. Ever.

 

Immediately, I was in love.  I wanted to eat his chubby cheeks.  He was beautiful.  Everything I never knew I always wanted.

Now, at five months (he will be on Wednesday) he is my world.  I love his screeches sounds, his face, his everything.  The way he looks at me with those adorable still-grey eyes that tell me that he loves me right back.  Baby B.  My son.

AND…he even looks like me!

 

When he was born I was convinced that I was merely an incubator…both of my kids resemble their fathers.  I was only necessary to bake ‘em for 9 months, I thought.  Then my dad sent me that photo and, FINALLY, I can see ME in Baby B.

Now I know exactly what I will do as he gets older.

Love him.  Always.

That’s all a child really needs anyway.

Weekend Wrap-up: How many people are coming over?

This weekend has been exhausting (aren’t they all though?).  Thank goodness for  U.S. Presidents…wouldn’t have a day off tomorrow without them. 

I am finally starting to wind down after yet another hectic weekend. (Still have that sangria handy, PHEW!)  Friday kicked off with the weekly “Mom, can my friend sleep over?”  Sure.  Fine.  I try not to cave too often, but the girl wears me down sometimes.  So while she’s relaxing with the BFF, my husband and I needed something to do too.  So, naturally of course, we headed to the local liquor store: vodka for him, undecided for me.

We chatted up the owner for some recommendations, and whaddya know, we get a totally free, impromptu wine tasting.  Score!   Probably had the equivalent to 2 glasses of wine.  He was GREAT!  I ended up walking out with a nice bottle of sangria, bottled right here in Illinois.  So cool. 

 

Saturday was rough.  Baby B had me up before 7am while the rest of the house was still asleep.  Had to run some errands before the first round of people showed up so was out and about for a few hours.  Long story short, we had a visit from the grandparents, my daughter’s friend, my sister, my brother with his family, and my friend and her family.  For a grand total of 13 people!  13 totally unexpected guests all in one day.  That’s enough to drive anyone bananas.

Today was just a little more relaxed, but still had to venture out to run some errands.  Errands involving money.  Always involving money.  Although we did finally find a solution to the hard-as-a-rock play yard mattress.  Can’t really call it a mattress though.  More like covered plywood.  Guess we’ll save next month…

I had a Resolution?

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Mid-February.  Just days after Valentine’s Day.  Less than two months ago we all celebrated the beginning of a brand new year and made some resolutions to change our lives for the better.  I resolved to…er…um…what was that resolution again?

Being a working mom of two kids, I can barely remember what happened last week, let alone at the beginning of the year!  I have short-term mom memory, making it impossible to remember something for an entire year.  Not only that, but think about the discipline it takes to vow to make a change for a year.  That’s 365 days!  Yikes!

So I’ve resolved to make mini-resolutions.  (Haha)  This month I’ll start with a Weekly Resolution, eventually working my way up to a Monthly Resolution.  Lord knows, I have a few areas in my life that need some improvement!  I also want my goals/resolutions to be a bit more attainable than the lose weight, save money, yadda, yadda we hear all the time.  I’ll set realistic resolutions with measurable goals attached to them.

 Well, here goes:  My first overall resolution is to spend more quality time with my family.  To achieve this, I’ve already started my “one hour of TV a day” rule for the week and, so far, so good. I think I’ll keep that this week.  But, wait – does that include weekends?  Um…maybe not.  I set the rules, so I can change them, right?  How about this…one hour of catch-up on TV shows, but I’m allowed to watch a movie with my family?  Sounds fair to me.  Wish me luck! 

I wrote this post for Mama Kat’s Writers Workshop in response to Prompt #5: How’s that New Year’s Resolution Treating You?  I totally forgot what I signed up for at the beginning of the year!  Whoops!

Sometimes Mommy Needs to be Filtered

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I don’t know when, exactly, I stopped consciously filtering the things I say.  My daughter is almost 12 now, and once I knew that she’d heard every curse word possible (and knew their meanings) I figured I no longer needed to substitute what I wanted to say with a “shoot”, “heck”, or “fudge”.  And even though she knows all the real words, she’ll still, of course, say “shizzle” in front of me.  (‘Cuz she undoubtedly knows that I’ll kill her if she says the real thing.)  But I, on the other hand, have tended to disregard my personal filter. 

Now, however, I also have a baby in the house.  My daughter may be getting into her pre-teen years, but now I have my son to look after.  I know that kids are little sponges that pick up everything you say – and will likely repeat.  But while my son is still too young to speak, I’d better get a handle on my choice of words ASAP.

This one is going to be hard.  I’ve already failed twice today. 😦  But, I’ve also filtered a few times too.  It’s all about thinking about what you are about to say and consciously making the decision to change course.  At least I can recognize that I have a problem.  That’s the first step to recovery, right?  That’s it, I’m starting a swear jar at home!  I’ll call it my “New Shoes Fund”, that’ll keep me motivated.  I can do this. I can do this.  I can do this.  Fudge!