5-Month-Old Raspberries

My son loves raspberries…no, not those raspberries…but the spitting raspberries! 

All day long…raspberries.

Feeding time…raspberries. (BTW, I got peaches in the face with that one.)

Diaper change…raspberries.

Bath time…raspberries.

Every waking moment of his day has been spent blowing raspberries…and I’ve got 10 soaked bibs to prove it!

Enjoy your peek at 49 seconds in the life of a 5-month-old.


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”.

Peeved Out: Yu Can Writ 2

Can you understand this? 

skool sukked i waz soo tired all day i mean y do ppl wanna go ta skool so bad i get to see mii frayndz outta skool lol!!!

 No?  How about this one?

makinggg many different dilicious cookies wt miii grama nd mii fraynd also doinqq sme last minute gift wrapping still gots lots 2 do nd x-mas Eve is 2marroe yilkkerz i thnk i can make it cross urr fingaz…!!!!

Still having a hard time?  Here’s one more:

Hellow mommy Buyyyy sum cerealllll peez cinimon tost crunch fruuut luupps butter nd choc frosteed flaks peez

 These are actual FB posts and text messages I’ve received from my daughter.  My almost 12-year-old daughter.  Straight-A student daughter.  Yeah, her.

You want to talk pet peeves?  There’s mine.  Right there.

Don’t get me wrong…she knows how to spell.  She certainly didn’t receive straight-A’s with that kind of grammar!  But she says that’s how kids communicate now.  Unbelieveable!  Well, I’ve finally learned of a way to combat her “wrtng sklllzz” by simply not replying to anything written improperly.  Just call me the Grammar Police!  Hmpf!

So, maybe my peeve has more to do with this generation of kids growing up than my daughter’s disdain for proper English.  Ummm, nah…it’s both.  Makes me so angry.  This can’t be the future of our language.

So, Miss-Y – it’s time you cracked open the dictionary, start loving those vowels, and show your “friends” the real way we use the English language.

Or you, my dear, will be getting a can of alphabet soup for your birthday.

 I wrote this post for Mama Kat’s Writers Workshop in response to Prompt #1: One pet peeve that shouldn’t drive you crazy, but does.  It drives me NUTS!

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.

If I Hear “Mom, I’m Bored!” One More Time…

Ugh.  I just want to scream!  My lovely, almost 12-yo daughter, Miss-Y, needs to develop her imagination already.  I am inundated DAILY with groans of “I’m bored”, “There’s nothing for me to do”, or “Mom, let’s DO something”.  Are you kidding me?!?!  I don’t ever remember being this bored growing up.  There was always something for me to do – and I DIDN’T grow up in this new age of technology either.  No Wii.  No Xbox.  No cell phone.  No laptop.  Come to think of it, what did I do? LOL

I did plenty.  These are the options I gave to little Miss-Y and a few ideas for you too:

Go Outside

I don’t care what temp the weatherman says it is – just go out there and play!  If it’s snowing, build a snowman.  If it’s warm, ride your bike.  Invite a friend.  Play hopscotch.  Play tag.  ANYTHING!  Just go!  Friends not around?  You don’t have to go by yourself – I’ll join you.  Just ask.

Read a Book

It amazes me how my love of reading completely skipped over this child.  I can read for hours!  She can’t stand reading for minutes.  I figured that she was just reading the wrong material.  I asked her what kind of stuff she’d be interested in and she said – scary short stories.  Great!  Now get on that little laptop of yours, look up some books, and I’ll gladly swing by the library and pick them up.  It’s that simple.

Make Something

Arts & crafts are a great way to allow kids of any age to express themselves.  Draw a picture.  Make a card for someone.  Paint.  Learn to sew, knit, crochet.  All great ways to keep a kid’s mind occupied.  It really doesn’t matter what you do, as long as it gets your creative juices flowing.

Get Online

Not to chat, or instant message, or Facebook, but try to find some cool sites suitable for your interests and age group.  A few that I love for tween girls are:

girlslife.com – eZine for tweens & up

beinggirl.com – great site with articles, games, and quizzes

girlsense.com – makeover site where you can design your own clothes

stardoll.com – makeover your own doll, or one of a celebrity

cosmogirl.com – Cosmo’s site for young girls

Pick Up the Phone!

Stop texting & start calling.  Kids today hardly ever opt for voice contact.  They’d rather spend HOURS texting a conversation that could’ve been had within 10 minutes on the phone.  So try it.  You’ll get to know your friends much better that way.

Pick any of these activities – or choose one of a million others – and just DO something.  Please.  You’ll have fun – and you just might stop telling me how bored you are.

Sometimes Mommy Needs to be Filtered

Image: Michal Marcol / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

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!

Need. Coffee. Now.

I don’t care how you serve it up – I just need it!  Downtime is really hard to come by at my house these days.  My four-month-old boy, Baby B, has been so cranky lately!  It’s nice to know that he’s a happy baby during the day, but he is such a different child when we get home from work.  Nothing seems to make this boy happy.  And someone please explain to me – how do babies seem to know when the person carrying them has sat down?  The WHAAAAAs begin within seconds of hitting the couch.  Unbelieveable!  Baby B (as cute as he is) is a 4-month hefty weighing 18 pounds.  It’s nearly impossible to carry him for long stretches of time.  Lordy Lord, please calm this child!  (And pass a cup ‘o joe while you’re at it.)

I’m keeping my fingers crossed for a quiet night tonight.  Tuesday is the best TV night at my house.  Starting with my DVRd Oprah (yes, I love her show – no comments, Peanut Gallery) then Biggest Loser, Glee, and Parenthood.  All quality shows.  Ooh, and the OWN network is premiering Lisa Ling’s Our America tonight.  Can’t wait to watch.  I love her journalistic style and the topics she covers are fascinating.

On second thought, after re-reading that last paragraph, I just realized how awful that sounds.  All those shows add up to 6 HOURS of television in ONE night.  Just a tad bit excessive, don’t ‘cha think?  Maybe I won’t sit through a TV marathon tonight.

New challenge: Only watch one hour of TV a day this week.  My DVR may go on overload, but I think I can do it.  What to pick this evening?  Parenthood.  Definitely.  I can relate to so many characters on this show.  My least-favorite is Kristina Braverman (Monica Potter).  She’s married to Adam Braverman (Peter Krause) on the show.  She’s just…annoying.  Yeah, that’s a good word for her.  I just love to hate her.  I cringe at some of the things she says or does, then I realize that I am so much like her.  It’s pretty scary.  It doesn’t help that she’s my husband’s least favorite character too.  Think he’s trying to tell me something?  I hope not.