For Ella

Haiku Friday

 

On this date, just one
year ago, I first met you
My beautiful girl

Your feet were so big
for your wee little body
So was your wailing

Week after week you cried
pleading for me to help you
My heart was broken

Eventually
smiles emerged, I forgave
and basked in your light

You blossomed and grew
becoming my laughing girl
Social and snuggly

Charming everyone
Smiling, you wave, and say hi
You make me so proud

Not so secretly
I soak up every minute
being your favorite 

You are one, my sweet.
I grasp for words just to say
how much I love you

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Lollipop, Lollipop, Oh Lolli, Lolli, Lolli, Lollipop…Dun, Nun, Nun, Nuh

Carson had his very first lollipop the other day.

You would have thought that I’d given him an entire gallon of yummy guacamole and a bag of tortilla chips and told him to go to town.  Or possibly that’s just me.

I’d gotten two lollipops from the bank teller and decided that it would be safe to give him one as we drove back home.  (To be clear, I actually was doing the driving, Carson was safely strapped into his carseat in the backseat.  Just wanted to clear up any confusion.)  I offered Carson the choice between red and orange and he chose the red lollipop.

It’s times like this that make me realize that I should NEVER EVER EVER EVER leave home without my camera.

The look on his face was priceless when I gave him the lollipop.  It’s like he couldn’t believe I’d given him the most amazing surprise in the entire world., despite the fact that he wasn’t sure what to do with it.  I explained that he was supposed to lick it.

Ever so carefully, he slowly stuck out his tongue and gently licked.  His eyes grew wide, a smile spread across his face, and he started giggling.

**giggle, giggle**  “This cirtle tanny is dood!” (translation:  this circle candy is good!) **giggle, giggle**

“It’s called a lollipop, Carson.  Do you like it?,” I asked, also giggling.

Apparently he DID like the lollipop quite well.  It took him until almost dinnertime nearly four hours later to finish it, only taking a break for a short nap.  Thank goodness the excitement never wore off so that I was able to get his picture. 

He never did stop giggling.

Let’s Hear From Our Judges

The response I got to yesterday’s post truly shocked me.  I haven’t mentioned this before, but before I hit *publish* on a post, I like to guess the number of comments I’ll receive for it.  I guessed yesterday’s post to be a 34 and thought that it wouldn’t really be a post people felt compelled to comment about.   Apparently I underestimated people’s feeling about children’s bedtimes.   

Most comments were positive, but I got the feeling from a few comments that you felt very defensive about my opinion of early bedtimes, pointing out when I already had, that I was being judgmental (paraphrasing).  When I thought about it, I certainly cannot blame anyone for feeling defensive since I’ve read many others’ posts that have left me feeling that same way and wanting to defend my parenting decisions.   In fact, yesterday there were a few comments where I felt judged for judging.  How’s that for irony? 

I suspect, though, that each and every one of us has tsk tsked someone else’s parenting decisions.  If you were to say you’ve NEVER judged someone else, I’d probably call you a liar (under my breath).  Oh yeah, I said it, a LIAR. Liar, liar pants on fire.

There are many issues that I think, for me,  I can safely say are truly off limits for judging.  Choosing how to feed your infant, choosing whether to stay home with the kids or work, choosing how to birth your children, these are all things that I strive to never, ever judge or criticize.  In fact I cringe whenever I read a post about why breastfeeding is the best for everyone and that everyone MUST try it and that there is no reason not to.   Or when someone says that it’s okay for a mom to work when the family needs the money, but otherwise, no.  Or when people feel like they must educate people about a VBAC after they’ve already chosen to have a repeat C-section.

These are the type of things that literally make my heart all racy and my stomach flutter to read.  I get very nervous when people judge these sorts of things.

We all do the best we can do for our kids.

Conversely, though, I fully admit that I’ve judged for lots of other things.  A mom putting sweet tea in her kid’s sippy cup?  A little girl that I think is dressed like a tramp?  A mom not watching her brat kid at Chick-Fil-A?  Oh, I’ve judged.  

I think that through blogging, though, I’ve learned to be less judgmental about how others parent their kids.  There are millions of us mommy and daddy bloggers out there that come from different backgrounds with a wide-range of experiences and beliefs.   I’m continually learning and expanding my point of view through reading about lives that are not a part of my own reality.  So all the while, as I sit back and occasionally judge, I’m trying not to.  I’m attempting to be more understanding and accepting.

I’m not perfect and won’t ever be.  Neither will you.

We all do the best we can do for our kids.

Now! Moving right along!  *claps hands*  On a completely unrelated note, have any of you tried the Strawberry Banana V8 Fusion?  Oh.  Mah.  Gah.  DELICIOUS.   Just like a smoothie, no blender needed.  You’re welcome!

Study Confirms, Early Bedtime Makes Mother Less Crazy

I’ve taken to grocery shopping late in the evenings, after the kids are in bed.  Walking up and down the aisles, enjoying my solo jaunt and searching for much needed items like Spotted Dick and Ovaltine, I’m always surprised when I see people shopping with their children that late in the evening.  Since my children go to bed between 7 and 7:30, I guess I assume that everyone does things in their house the way I do them in mine.

Both Carson and Ella get up between 6 and 7 every morning, regardless of what time they go to bed.  They may as well go to bed early, I say.  Personally, I cannot imagine my children going to bed any later than 8 since it’s an absolute MUST that I have my own, childless time in the evenings.   I’m certain that without those two glorious hours before my own bedtime, I’d be a very disturbed human being, complete with glue eating and conversations with imaginary hippos.

So when I see people with their kids, especially young kids, at Meijer at 8:30 at night, I find it odd.  And I wonder how they manage, parenting so late into the evening.  Aren’t they tired of their kids?  Don’t they know their kids should be in bed?  Don’t they want their own time?

cue announcer’s voice, “The role of Judgy McJudgerson is being played by Jennifer today.”

Of course all this judging has made me rashy (I feel guilty when I judge others, please forgive me) and wondering when you all put your kids to bed.  If you put them to bed after 8, why?   

No judging from me, promise.  I’m truly curious how everyone handles bed times.  Also, no judging or superior parenting struts from anyone else…please refer to my comment policy in my right sidebar if needed.

Mother’s Day Gift Guide

Sunday’s paper was filled with all sorts of advertisements spotlighting the best Mother’s Day Gifts.  For the photography buff, a camera!  Music Lover? An iPod!  Purses!  Perfumes!  Digital Photo Frames!  Jewelry!

As lovely as all of these gifts are, and they truly are wonderful things, I don’t think that these are what many mothers of young children truly want.   The gift that we do want?  Hint:  It’s completely free!

What we want is a day off, a true day off.  Not a day off that has to be prepared for days in advance, complete with schedules and instructions, lists and pre-made casseroles so everyone survives.  Not a day that will mean more work later, putting everything back where it belongs and catching up on the dishes and laundry.

A day where someone else is the decision maker, schedule maker, naptime enforcer, bad guy, and the nag.

A day where someone else remembers to buy the wedding gift for an unknown co-worker, the birthday gifts for a two-year-old boy, a four-year-old girl, and five-year-old boy/girl twins, to mail the check, to call about the insurance, to make the kid’s doctors appointments.

This day off should be given without a hint of irritation.  It should be given selflessly and without expectation for repayment or thanks.  

That’s all I want.  Just one day off.

What do YOU want for Mother’s Day?

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Head on over to Blissfully Domestic today for our baby shower!  You can win stuff!

Baby Shower

These Items Won’t Be on This Week’s Grocery List

Here are two items from Carson and Ella’s play kitchen toys that confound me…

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Chocolate?? Are they sure?  It looks more like something you might…, well, never mind.

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Okaaaaaaaay?  Maybe something was lost in the translation.

I Don’t Like To Eat At Places That Remind Me of Barns or Poop

Haiku Friday

 

Call me picky, but
restaurants that remind me
of barns, poop are gross

Do I look like a 
pig, horse, goat, cow or sheep?  Hey!
Wait! Don’t answer that!

As I promised the other day, here is my thought-provoking post on my aversion to restaurants that remind me of barns or poop.

Let’s begin, shall we?  Poop seems as good a place to start as any.

1. The Little Nugget Steakhouse, located somewhere between Springfield, MO and Indiana.
Nugget?? Seriously?? Who thought this was a good idea? Nugget=poop, obviously. No can do.

2. The Feed Lot, with many locations across the US and Canada (why?)
I’m not a farm animal and would prefer not to eat in a place that sounds like I’ll be eating from a trough.  Oink.

3. Sirloin Stockade, located throughout the US and Mexico (O.  Le.)
There is a picture of a cow on the sign. Um. No thank you.  This somehow does not apply to pictures of pigs on signs for BBQ restaurants, unless of course, the BBQ restaurant has a barn-y or poopy name. 

4. Golden Corral, located wherever old people congregate
I will admit to having eaten at one and thoroughly enjoying the mac-n-cheese. This was YEARS ago, though, prior to developing a severe aversion to all things “buffet.” I do not eat at places that require sneeze guards AND attempt to make me feel like cattle.

Moo.

On a sidenote, when I was doing a little research for this post, I stumbled across a restaurant called The Pink Taco.  Go ahead and add “vagina” to the list of things I prefer not to be reminded of when eating out.

To play along for Haiku Friday, follow these steps:
1. Write your own haiku on your blog. You can do one or many, all following a theme or just random. What’s a haiku, you ask? Click here.

2. Sign the Mister Linky below with your name and the link to your haiku post (the specific post URL, not your generic blog URL). We will delete your link if it doesn’t go to a haiku. If you need help with this, contact Christina or myself. REMEMBER…ONLY sign Mr. Linky if you have a HAIKU POST.

3. Pick up a Haiku Friday button to display on the post or in your sidebar by clicking the button above.