This morning at 5:30 I miraculously unsandwiched myself from both kids snuggled up against me without waking them to look outside at how much snow had already fallen. I had the option to telework and immediately thought, maybe I should, instead of attempting to make the 1.5 hour commute in lousy weather. Not worth it. Then, for some bizarre reason (really, me just wanting to prove that I am “serious”), I changed my mind and started getting ready. I didn’t rush, knowing that no one else would be in at the office until much, much later. As soon as I got on the bus with the driver that yelled out to the attendant at the lot: “Hope I make it back!” I realized this was probably a bad idea. The roads were not even remotely cleared and it took forever to get to work, but alas, I made it without significant incident (my right sock got wet right through my boot though).
A few other brave souls made it into work as well. It has stopped snowing and now looks beautiful outside, but I’m already nervous about the commute back, given the low temperature and the ice that will inevitably form on the carelessly “plowed” streets. Not to mention all the great drivers around.
Then again, I do lack a certain sense of adventure in my life now that the kids take up most my time. OK. Today’s commute will be my personal adventure. Something I’m doing for ME for once. Heh. (Wish me luck).
So I’m in a public ladies’ room with my three-year old. We are washing our hands and she notices a rather large, masculine-type woman enter the room. As she’s twirling around in her dress while I dry my hands, praying that she doesn’t stare at the lady too much, the woman makes the mistake of saying in an incredibly deep voice: “What a beautiful dress you’re wearing!” My daughter looks at me and says, in her three year old voice, “Is that a girl or a boy?” Quickly I muttered something to the effect of, “Oh, how nice of her to say your dress is pretty,” and got the hell out of there as fast as we could. I’m sure my face couldn’t have been redder. Then, at lunch, we had a talk about saying things quietly to mommy when she has a question. And at that very moment, she leans in, and “whispers” in her three year old voice yet again, “Mommy, why is that man so big?” referencing a gentleman nearby.
I have a question: Why am I the one that should be embarrassed for something my young child says? I do what I can to teach her how to be polite, but come on people, we are talking about a three year old here. She’s got a mind of her own!
Have you ever spoon-fed a baby? It’s hilarious. I’m not talking about the messy sweet potato face or the way the baby grabs the spoon with such a grip that you have to use two hands to pry it away from him. I’m talking about the facial expressions you make while you’re bringing the spoon to the baby’s mouth. Watching my husband feed our baby is better than going to a live comedy show. He open up his mouth while also raising his head, then closes his mouth as baby takes the food in. Everyone does it – it’s not just him – and it cracks me up whenever I see it. My two-year-old daughter gave her little brother a spoonful the other day and even she did it. A kid. Hilarious. You have to consciously try not to make a face.
My son, AJ, gets this kungfu grip on the spoon and sometimes I have to yell for backup to get it back. On the bright side, at this rate he’ll be feeding himself in a couple months and I won’t have to look silly feeding him his pureed veggies in public.
I made the mistake of not only giving my toddler a piece of a chocolate chip muffin to eat this morning, but as a treat, I let her sit on the couch with a humongous tray to eat it on. I left her alone for about 10 minutes watching Mickey Mouse on TV while I cleaned up the kitchen a little. I could see her from my spot at the sink, but only until I came over to see how much she’d eaten did I realize what a terrible decision I had made giving her such a thing. She thought it would be fun instead of eating it to crumble it up completely into her plate and of course got it all over the couch as well. I only gave her a small piece to begin with, but I swear somehow it tripled in volume as she crumbled it.
My reaction was not so pleasant. What the heck – why, why, why did you do this? Toddlers don’t quite know how to answer questions that begin with why so getting any sort of logical response was futile. I whipped out the vacuum cleaner and five minutes later, all was orderly again. Luckily the chocolate chips hadn’t melted into the couch yet.
Two words. Never again.
So here’s the deal:
I miss writing. Having two kids and recently taking a year off from work to raise them leaves me barely enough time to brush my teeth in the morning let alone keep up with my own hobbies. But enough is enough. I’m taking back some time for myself and although I’ll be using it to write about them, at least it’s writing. And at least it will be something to look back on when we’re all older and grayer. And at least it’ll be funny some of the time (my two-year-old has definitely hit that embarrassing phase and the things that come out of her mouth in public are priceless). Anyway, this will be my place to write and I will write when I want about what I want.
1) There’s going to be a lot about kids and family life in general in this blog. Maybe other topics, too, from time to time. Some of it will be light and funny, and some of it will be serious.
2) I’m going to keep it clean by saying heck instead of hell and shoot instead of shit. But, every now and then a bad word might slip. I mean, who are we kidding? Be forewarned.
That’s it. Enjoy!