signed addie up for preschool today. when did my tiny baby turn into such a kid? http://ow.ly/i/1536 http://ow.ly/i/1539 Yeah, I cried a bit
I think our home is shrinking.
Is it possible for toys to mate and reproduce? Because I don’t remember buying all this STUFF. We used to have space in our family room and now every surface is covered with some variation of toy. Our windows are even covered with gel stickers – no surface is safe.
The bigger question is: who is at fault? Addie? Sure she leaves her giant magnifying glass in the middle of the floor and her markers have a hard time staying in their bowl, but the real problem is having this many toys in the first place. And that is MY fault.
I’m a sucker. I see something that looks fun and it comes home with us. I’m just a big kid. Addison can walk through a toy store with me at her heels saying, “this looks fun…how about this…ooooh, this one is pretty” and she just waves her little hand, purses her lips and says in her adorable little voice, “no, no, no.” When she DOES want something I am so pumped that it comes home and adds to the melee that is our home.
Today, Addie and I are cleaning up! I think its time for some underprivileged kids to get some very fun gifts.
one step closer…
I’m 29 today! If you had asked me a year ago how I would feel once I turned 29 I would have guessed my reaction would be longing for my youth to continue ad infinitum. But you know what? I feel like I have one arm out of a lead coat that I have been wearing for the last decade or so. I am one step closer to reaching, what in my mind, is a glorious shedding of what is expected of a woman in her teens and twenties.
Sound crazy? Maybe. But to me, the twenties represent expectations of youthful brazenness, universal sexual appeal, maintaining one’s physical peak and an unquenchable thirst for adventure and excitement. That is a lot of pressure on someone who is trying to figure out who the heck they want to be. The past nine years of my life have found me on an undulating roller-coaster of maturity, morality and self-confidence. I will not be sorry to step off this ride and enjoy my newfound contentment with who I am. I feel like a puppy pulling on my leash trying to get to the next decade of my existence, a milestone more commonly greeted with tears or emotional shock.
Am I surprised my my reaction? Heck yeah I am! I have always put too much of my self-worth in my appearance and public image. I am embarrassed to admit that for the first few years of my twenties much of my self-confidence came from feeling desired by others. Desired for my appearance, my company, my lifestyle. How exhausting and draining! I felt that the cover of my book was beautiful, but my content left something to be desired. It has only been in the last couple of years that I have started to shift my basis of self from the external to my ever growing internal confidence. I started to recognize all the things that are great about me that had nothing to do with the narrowness of my thighs or the fit of my bikini. And you know what? finding pride in the fact that I am funny and talented and have something interesting to say is WAY more satisfying than looking good in a pair of tight jeans.
I plan to combine each step I take out of my twenties with another joyful realization that who I am is bigger than what others see. The past four years have been so monumental in my personal development that I am nothing less than thrilled to find out what I can accomplish and how I will develop over the next five years. Happy Birthday to me! Yeah for 29!
I can only IMAGINE how I will feel when 40 rolls around!
Wait, why am I acting like a toddler?
Do you ever take on the characteristics of the person with whom you spend the most time? Well, for me that person is about two and a half feel tall and loves to dance around in nothing but a diaper and sing songs by the Backyardigans.
Yes, I think I have taken on some of my two year old’s tendencies. I am trying to fight my reactions, but I find that I am getting very defensive/upset about REALLY stupid things: parents naming their kids Addison (or Addie or any derivative of Addison) after I spent so long planning such a special name (it was my Grandfather’s name) and then BOOM! It’s the eighth most popular name in the year Addison was born. No longer unique. I’m defensive about Addie maintaining something that is special to HER as her life fills with (wonderful, incredible) cousins. I find myself “grading” other people’s kids against mine – are they as cute? As smart? It makes me feel like a horrible person.
I don’t want to be like this…when I catch myself doing any of those things (or any number of other examples that are too stupid to list here) I tell myself to knock it off and act like an adult. Sometimes it’s harder than others – I want the best for my daughter and know that my instinct with ALWAYS be to do what I can to make sure she has, and is, the best and the brightest.
But instinct isn’t always what reality calls for. I have to swallow my crazy and let her tiny little feet find their own path…but I’ll always be there holding her hand and believing that no one can hold a candle to her beauty, intellect or charm.
I just hope I don’t start running around in diapers belting out Backyardigans tunes any time soon.
Motivation.
I’m working really hard to get my new business off the ground.
Well…let me be honest, I’m working pretty hard to get my new business off the ground.
Okay, I work on my business when Addison is asleep.
I know that my website and closet redesign venture could be MUCH more successful than it is right now if I put as much time into it as it deserves. But as important as it is to me, my time with Addie is SO much bigger. I hate getting to the end of the day, taking inventory of my time and realizing that I made the decision to complete a redesign project rather than read a book with Addie. It makes me feel horrible. I have the rest of my life to prove to everyone that I am great at what I do, but these moments with the Goose are limited and I refuse to pass any of them up.
There are days when I feel conflicted – that I need to develop the individual me in order to be a better person. But in my soul I believe that the impact I make on my child’s life is infinitely bigger than my role as a budding businesswoman.
And my sweet girl just woke up from her nap. Time for me to go!
The Truth: TV or not TV, THAT is the question
“You let your child watch…(gulp)…THE DISNEY CHANNEL!?”
Most parents fall into one of three camps on this topic: first, television will ruin your child, the second is that television is beneficial to you AND your child and third, why does anyone think my child’s television watching is any of their business?
This is an incredibly touchy subject with a lot of parents. Some people are so vehemently of one opinion that they take every chance they can to lecture from their chosen soap box. Whenever the subject has come up in a conversation I have seen equal reactions from both sides, pro-tv and no-tv. There have been people from both camps who react with timid embarrassment when asked for their opinion. Just as frequently I encounter parents who launch into a detailed, dramatic defense of their choice. The point? Everyone has an opinion. How should these opinions effect you? Well, they shouldn’t.
Chris and I are okay with Addie watching tv. We have many reasons why it works in our family and the benefits we see in our daughter keep us from swaying about our choice. There have been numerous occasions when people have laid their judgement about our decision on THICK. I have accepted the fact that everyone thinks they know best and will do what they can to prove their parenting superiority. So I politely listen to their semi-inappropriate comments and then stick to my guns. If they are still pushy I tell them that Addie knew all her letters by 18 months with many thanks to Word World on PBS. And then I want to tell them to mind their own business…but I usually manage to bite my tongue.
So, new parent, as you and your child approach the stage where you need to make this decision here is what I want you to remember: YOU are the parent and will do what is best for YOUR child. Your cousin or Aunt or Mother-in-law may disagree with you but it helps to remember that their decision was made based on a different child. Not yours. Tune into your kid when he/she is watching television. Are they interacting? Learning? Moving around? Being presented with concepts they wouldn’t learn from stacking legos? Every kid reacts differently. Some kids turn into unresponsive lumps when they watch a show – maybe their watching should be limited! It’s your job as mom or dad to decide what is best.
I’m not telling you to ignore the supportive cast of people in your life, just don’t let them bully you into changing your stance on important parenting decisions. Be CONFIDENT that you are good at your (parenting) job.
I wish you good luck, fellow parent, stay strong!
The Truth: The Mystery of the “Normal” Baby
I always thought I was going to be the kind of mom that didn’t care how other kids were developing compared to Addie, that their sleep or eating habits would be of no consequence to me. I guess it is true now, to some degree. But its been over two years and we live in VERY different circumstances that make it possible to shut down the “comparison reaction” that comes so naturally with motherhood.
But when Addison was born that instinctual reaction kicked in right away. I told my labor story numerous times with pride and a little swagger. As time progressed and people started asking questions about Addie’s schedule I found myself telling people what they wanted to hear. If they asked if she was a bottle or breast baby I would tell them we were breastfeeding her and that she was great. In reality it took about three and a half weeks for her to get the hang of it and I was in serious, tear-inducing pain. Is she a good sleeper? Wonderful, she loves to sleep. She’s the perfect baby. But if they could peer through our windows they would see that she was only a good sleeper those first few weeks because we never put her down. She took naps in our arms and slept on our chests at night. The people that knew about our sleeping arrangements didn’t think it was a good idea but Addie was born three weeks early and TEENY-TINY. She was the smallest thing either of us had ever seen, let alone been responsible for, and we wanted her in our grasps to keep her safe and feel her sweaty little head against our skin. We eventually moved her to the pack & play next to our bed but if she made any peep at all I pulled her up next to me and we cuddled the night away.
Long story short, she didn’t know how to self-sooth until she was about 8 months old when we finally broke down and bought Ferber’s sleep book. It worked, but at two years and three months old Addie is still waking up once a night to say hello to Mama. And every day I tell myself that I am going to change it and teach her that she needs to sleep all the way through the night. But there is always a reason not to, always a voice in the back of my head that she’ll get there naturally. And it’s not just sleep, Addie hated eating until she was 16 months old. It was a battle where Chris and I found ourselves discussing her diet with her pediatrician every visit and worried about her health because she hated eating SO much. But I wanted people to see her as the perfect little angel they wanted to hear about.
If you are a new mother or will be one soon here is what I want you to remember:
No child is normal. We always hear the stories that ‘Charlie is a great eater’ or ‘Suzette sleeps 12 hours every night’. I’m not saying those parents are always lying, but they may be! Every time I have had an honest conversation with another parent I hear the same stories about sleep issues, picky eaters and kids who refuse to talk or crawl or smile. Every child develops at their own pace. Let them. It makes life a LOT easier for you and a lot healthier for your child if you keep track of his or her development alone and not on a timeline from a book or from other kids. Listen to your gut if you think something is up and always check in with your doctor, but if Little Johnny next door is younger than your child but already knows how to crawl and yours is struggling with getting off her little belly – let her be. She’ll get there when she’s ready.
People will always ask questions to which they don’t deserve the answers. We are all nosy. And there is an automatic bonding zone if you are with another new mom and have nothing else to talk about – of course you’re going to talk about your babies! But keep your head on straight, no matter what stage of development your baby has achieved, that little person is incredible. Let everyone see that you think your child is perfect no matter what and they won’t care that she refuses to open her mouth for a spoon.
The “Normal Baby” is a myth. But the perfect baby? Why, that baby is YOURS.
The Truth: Preparing for Baby
What do you think about the following scenario? (It’s a story with made up names so don’t read into it too much!)
Emily and Hugh have reached the point in their lives where they feel ready for the next step…something more. They have decided they want a baby. So, they start trying and easily enough, Emily finds she is pregnant. They are thrilled and take all the necessary steps to ensure a safe and healthy pregnancy. They get sonograms and she takes vitamins, they shop for nursery furniture and decide on a paint color for their baby’s new room. Clothes are purchased, showers are thrown, contractions begin and water breaks. Beautiful baby is born and happily ever after commences.
Sounds like a fairy tale doesn’t it? I know that it is possible, but probable? No. More often than not the preparation stories I hear are filled with parents finding they can get pregnant easily enough but then discover they don’t have maternity insurance (Chris and Me) or getting pregnant is incredibly difficult and requires multiple procedures, or they can’t get pregnant at all. Sometimes a mother finally gets pregnant and then her body fights the pregnancy like an unwanted transplant and she is miserable until the baby is born. Sometimes the pregnancy sneaks up on a young woman and she finds herself so concerned with financial and relationship issues that the joys of pregnancy are quickly overshadowed.
There are innumerable variations to the story. The point is, when someone finds out that you are trying to get pregnant, or that you are expecting, they almost always assume that you are living the fairy tale version. All questions are positive and only positive, chipper answers will be accepted. It is grating. This isn’t a universal truth – there are people who REALLY want to know how you feel and how the preparation is coming, but the majority of people will just have the bare bones facts and will write your happy little story in their heads.
Here is a sample conversation from my pregnancy if I had answered all questions honestly:
“Oh, you’re pregnant! How exciting. Are you loving every minute of it?”
“Actually, I am terrified almost every day that something is going to go wrong. And I am so sick all day every day that I can’t move without prescription nausea medication… except for an hour in the middle of the night when I feel okay. But thanks for asking.”
“You’re glowing! And you are really starting to show. Pregnancy really agrees with you!”
“That’s so nice! Actually, I’m not glowing, I’m sweating. And I’m not showing yet, that’s just fat. I’ve really been overeating n an attempt to quell the constant nausea. And I’m just plain hungry; I ate an entire plate of ribs the other day and I don’t even usually LIKE ribs!”
“Isn’t pregnancy a GIFT!”
“Yes. It is incredible. I am so excited for this baby to be born…but I’m also terrified that I won’t know what to do. Or that my baby will be born with an illness that I won’t be able to do anything about. I am thrilled and scared and sick and excited…thank you for asking.”
“Isn’t pregnancy one of life’s greatest mysteries!?”
“Uh…what?”
People told me that as time passed I would have a selective memory about my pregnancy: only remembering the positive, wonderful things about preparing for a new arrival. It’s true. If I hadn’t kept a journal recording every thought and emotion of my pregnancy I would only remember the wonderful feeling of Addie kicking or how fun it was to pick out her crib. But the selective memory, in my opinion, is the only way woman could POSSIBLY have more than one child – because the phenomenon of being a mother to a living, breathing miracle makes up for all of the hullabulloo of preparation.
So, whether you are trying to conceive, expecting, sick, happy, thrilled, terrified or overwhelmed remember that you’re not alone. Don’t be afraid to talk about how you REALLY feel…you’ll be better off at the end of the day. I promise.
Once that awesome kid is in your arms and no longer just a dream, every difficult part of the preparation will fade to a distant memory. And as you watch that tiny flutter of your baby’s eyelash you’ll know – it was all worth it.
The Truth (well, MY truth) about Parenthood.
Something must be in the water. There seem to be babies EVERYWHERE lately. My cousin just gave birth to her first child, Chris’ cousin is due with her second any moment now, and there are countless other friends who are trying/expecting/experiencing their first days at home with their little smidgens. The baby influx has hit my immediate family as well…as few as three years ago we were a tight little family of mom, dad, three grown daughters and two boys who joined through marriage. Then BOOM! I got pregnant. When Addie was 18 months old my older sister, Thayer, and her husband Craig adopted newborn Jackson and then BAM! my younger sister, Caroline, found out she was pregnant. The family is no longer so little.
All this new life has inspired me to write a series of posts about the untold truths of pregnancy and parenthood. When we are preparing for our babies, whether they arrive from our own bodies or through other avenues, there are things that just go unsaid. Important things. Things that, when they happen, shake our confidence in ourselves as capable mothers. If being honest about those hard topics helps just one parent it will be worth the discomfort that is inevitable when exposing such personal feelings.
I am not planning on writing from the collective viewpoint because, well, I can’t. I can write what I have felt and experienced and can safely assume that other people have experience the same or similar – mainly because I’ve talked to a lot of other parents! So, here goes. They will all be titled The Truth: ________ (topic) If you are interested in following them, please do. If not, I will pepper in my usual writing as I go. If you want your own parenting truths posted, let me know. I want this to be a conversation so we can all learn from one another!
Veni. Vidi. Vici.
I came. I saw. I conquered.
What, exactly, did I conquer? Something unexpected. I’m not giving it away yet.
My best friend, L, is going through an extremely tough time in her life right now and our close knit group of friends is “on call” to be there when she needs some support. Last night she decided that the necessary support was going to come in the form of line dancing at a western bar. Okay, fine. Not really my cup of tea but for L I decided I would suck it up and roll with the punches. After paying my cover I walked through the entry doors into a haze of country music and western swagger. I found my friends on the outer edges of the dance floor after working hard to dodge the dancers, narrowly missing becoming the line dance ping pong ball. Once I made it to the safety of my beer drinkin’ friends we talked, we laughed, we took part in some serious line-dance- people-watching and then…the music changed. The dance floor cleared. Various couples took to the floor and proceeded to dance a vigorous two-step (a moniker I learned later.) I had my back to the dance floor at this point and did not see the approach of a kind looking, VERY sweaty country gentleman.
“Would any of you ladies like to dance?” Not one but numerous beads of sweat worked their way down his face.
“Katie would!” L pushed me forward. Ha ha ha. I don’t know if they expected me to balk at the suggestion but with a shrug of my shoulders I stepped with Mr. Sweaty McSweaterson onto the dance floor.
“This is a country two-step,” he explained as he placed my hand in his, “Are you ready?”
“I have no idea what I’m doing.” I smiled as I placed my other hand on his shoulder. After the speedy instructions of quick quick quick, step, step, we were off! He whirled me around the floor and as soon as I found steady feet and the rhythm of the steps TWIRL! He grabbed one hand and with the other spun me in directions I didn’t know I could spin. We laughed and he led and spun and sweated profusely. At one point he even did an interesting move I can only describe as the worm…but vertical, my eyes grew wide with surprise and I could hear my friends burst into gales of laughter from across the room and I just kept dancing. When the song finally ended I thanked Captain SweatyMan for the dance. He was very sweet and I ended up having a ton of fun. As I sauntered up to my friends they decided that I was not, in fact, a novice as I claimed but a Coloradan Line Dancing Fool. What can I say, I guess it’s (somewhere) in my blood.
I expected that my turn on the dance floor would be my only test of confidence for the evening but I was sorely mistaken. Up next? Karaoke. I have been to a karaoke bar once before and did not participate. I informed my friends that I was happy to go but would choose ON MY OWN if I wanted to sing. ‘Oh of course! We would never do that to you! It is a personal decision!’
What do YOU think happened when I returned from a trip to the bathroom?
“OKAY! NEXT UP TO THE MIC – KATIE!” It must be a different Katie. Nope. They signed me up. Did I defer? I wanted to. Up to the stage I trudged…with my wonderful friend L by my side. What song was I to sing? HYPNOTIZE by Biggie Smalls!!!! I know a lot of rap songs but my knowledge of this one in particular is…uh, intermittent at best.
Well, I did it. I conquered two-stepping and karaoke rapping. I stepped outside myself and it was worth every moment of sweaty strangers and dive karaoke bars.
And I had so much fun I want to do it all again.