I'm Not That Mom...

I'm not that Mom who showers every Saturday....

Who plans every moment...

Who feeds a vegetable at every meal.

I'm not that Mom who choses cute dress over yoga pants for a day at the Children's Museum...

Who bothers with anything other than a ponytail most days....

Who does laundry once a week.

I'm not the Mom who meal plans when kids are sleeping.

Who remembers always to pack the snack...

Who doesn't need a nap.

I'm not that Mom.

I'm not that Mom whose kid doesn't rub banana into the sofa and you think, "did I Scotchguard it?"

Who doesn't think, oif, baby sister, do you really need that overpriced giraffe that I can't find right now in order to fall asleep?

Who doesn't put the pillow over her ears in the most modified version of cry it out ever?

The one who has it all together?

Has the successful plan and always carries it out?

Doesn't have to drag an "I have no limbs" toddler both into and out of school daily?

I'm not that Mom.

But I'm A Mom.

So here we are.

The Radio Flyer rides at last

Great weekend with AMAZING weather.  We got out as much as possible and took the opportunity to dust off the Radio Flyer that Bookie and Poobah were kind enough to give the kids.

AH rides Pageant Queen style, flashing smiles, thinking that it is the best thing ever.

Robster is wondering why AH is in his space.

So are the days of our lives.

Having a Village...

Having a village... a nascent one even... makes our world a whole lot better.

Parenting is one of those times that you have to work at being friends sometimes.

It's not like a freshman hall, or a crop of new hires at your first job.

It's hard to identify when a friendship begins.

Was it when she popped out a formula bottle at a meet up when you were feeling down in the dumps about BFing not working out?

Or that time when you took a chance and had sushi and shared a crazy brain story and she nodded instead of judging?

Or when, on a walk, there was just something there and unspoken that seemed right and normal and natural?

But you try.  And you open yourself up a little.

And all of a sudden, a little village (a loud one) starts to emerge.

And for that?  I am grateful.

Return of the New Mom Crazy Mind

Last night, between the two kids, I was up six times.  Once for AH, five times for the Robster.

Something is afoot with him, and we need to figure out what.

He is our "EASY" baby.  Mr. mini-Shawn.  Laid BACK.  Nada mucho.  No worry.  No bother.  Feed me.  Change my diaper.  Let me sleep.  We're cool.

We are NOT cool.

We're getting HOLY SCHIZZ WHY ARE YOU STABBING ME WITH A SERRATED BLADE cries at least once a night these days, or in the case of last night?  More.

Is it all the new allergy meds?

Is it the AC we put in his room to cool him down some?

Is it itchy eczema?

Is it the sound of traffic and fire trucks and busses and major street traffic in front of our house?

And oh yea, he's on a hunger strike. 

In the last five days, he's had, at most, a fruit pouch with us.  Or a banana.

Or BATHBATHBATHBATHILOVEBATH.  What is this WATER? 

WATERWATERWATERILOVEWATERSPLASHINGWATER

WATERISEVILWHOINVENTEDWATER

ANDBEDTIME

ANDBATHS

ANDFOOD

No matter what the IT is, there's something afoot.

Some may just call it.  Two.

It's giving me new Mom crazy brain.

I dreamed that I invited a new brand of "Hummus for Men".  Called not Sabra, but Sabro.

I walked to lunch today and the consuming thought the whole way was, "I'm walking lopsided.  Is one of my legs longer than the other?"

So yea.

Crazy "new" Mom brain.

May the next few days bring extended sleep for babies, toddlers, and Moms.

The Madness Is Here!

Ok that is slightly melodramatic BUT young Robert Lacy is showing signs of the dreaded "terrible twos".

From distilled grumpiness in the morning - though to be fair I guess most of us feel that way in the morning - to the world is ending because Mommy want let me play with my blocks before dinner to the HOW DARE YOU LET ANNIE IN MY BATH rant (cry).

Having said all of this, he is feeling much better than he was on Thursday and Friday and for that we are grateful. 

Anna Helen is taking it all in stride and growing like a weed - teeth count is up to 4.

OH so looking forward to Congress going into recess and then vacation at the end of August . . . I think I can I think I can.