What Forever Memories are Made Of

Aug 25, 2014 by

How old were you when you had your earliest memory? For me, it was my second birthday. I don’t remember all of it, but I can remember that my mother put me in an orange dress in anticipation of company coming over. The dress was nothing memorable until my mother produced a matching orange necklace that had come out of a cereal box.

“I saved this for you because I thought it would be pretty with your dress, ” she whispered to me, as she gave me a kiss on the cheek and placed it around my neck. I was so proud of my dress and matching plastic orange necklace.

Despite big events occurring later in that year including my first day of preschool and (apparently) a trip to Disneyworld, my next memory isn’t until a fair bit later. We were making birdfeeders in preschool with large pinecones, peanut butter (imagine doing this now!) and birdseed. Being a peanut butter fanatic, I tried to lick it out of the pinecone and was scolded by one of the teachers in front of all of my classmates. I was immensely embarrassed.

The F*CKING Fours!

Aug 18, 2014 by

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The scene at breakfast last week…”MOMMY!!!! You put too much milk in my cereal!!!!!”

“Beware of the Terrible Twos,” people used to warn me. I’d nod, smiling smugly, thinking I must have really good kids. We waited, we were ready, and yet their entire second year of life, we never experienced that moment when my innocent little twin babies suddenly turned into monster toddlers.

The warning of the Terrible Twos turned into “Oh, the twos are EASY compared with the Thrilling Threes…” Again, I waited on edge and yet still my kids remained happy, cooperative (for the most part) and easy all year. I patted myself on the back once again, silently praising our good genes and phenomenal parenting skills.

Then one day, I turned the corner, not realizing that Karma, the b*tch that she is, was hiding in the shadows. “Welcome to the F*CKING FOURS!!!!” she screamed, as she threw a plate of humble pie into my face.

The Mommy Badge

Aug 11, 2014 by

“When does the ‘being tired’ phase end?”

My friend smiled impishly, “You mean it ends?”

From the day my kids were born, I have been tired – I have a feeling it will be like this for a long time. I don’t really mind it much because while yes, I lament about it, and on days that I drag my butt out of bed earlier than I wish I had to, I do complain, I know it just kind of comes with the territory. It’s just a fact that as a mom, you are constantly awake when the rest of the world is sleeping.

When your babies are hungry or feeling cold and insecure in their new worlds as newborns, they wake up in the middle of the night because they want to know that Mommy is there to attend to their needs. You feed them, rock them, and make them feel warm and comforted.

Let’s Cut Dad Some Slack

Aug 4, 2014 by

PREFACE: This past week, I played mom to FOUR kids. Every summer, we invite our nieces (city girls) to come to camp here in rustic Connecticut. While the girls are easy to manage and my kids LOVE being with them, we still need to work hard to keep the household running. This week, my husband MAJORLY stepped up; being in lockstep with me the entire time. As a result, we all had an awesome time and no one was worse for the wear. So, in honor of Dad, I am re-running the following post that I wrote last year.

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Dad’s Honey-Do List

Yesterday, I was feeling sorry for myself; lamenting in solitude about how I was “stuck at home” handling the kids, getting them ready for our very busy day while HE was off for his weekly run with our running club. It’s not that I minded being home with the kids; in fact, it was quite the opposite. It was that I minded that Hubby had declared that he was going to take Saturday morning for himself without really asking me.

The Truth About Being an Older First Time Mom

Jul 21, 2014 by

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It wasn’t supposed to be this way. My life plan was to get married by 25 and be finished with having kids by my early 30s. I achieved the first part of that goal, having gotten married at 25 to my college boyfriend, but the second part didn’t happen as planned.

Initially, it wasn’t that we weren’t getting pregnant; it was that whenever we looked at where we were, we weren’t READY to have kids. When I turned 30, I was working full-time in NYC (commuting 2 hours each way), finishing up my MBA on the weekends, living in a tiny house, and looking for a job closer to home. That last part, I justified to myself, was my prerequisite to starting a family…and so we waited. Then, the job closer to home came, but we were still living in a tiny house and wanted to move to a better school district…and so we waited. Eventually, there wasn’t much left to wait for…and so we decided to try.

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