Today was ‘one of those days.’ Although, truth be told, most days actually run into the other and are seemingly ALL ‘One of those days’. The rare days are the ones free of fits, tantrums, battle of wills and pure exhaustion. And let’s face it, they just don’t come around very often – not when living with a 3.5 year old.
Suffice it to say – it was ‘one of those not so rare days‘ starting at the crack of dawn WITH (drum roll please) a complete and total break down. Tears, screaming, complete and total fit central. Continue reading Sing me a lullaby
Wade and I went on a date last night celebrating 7 years of marriage. Dinner and a movie was on the roster for the evening. Jude went for supper to my parents and then home to bed where his Aunty and Uncle babysat. It was a fun evening. Although my meal was a huge disappointment. THEN the early show was sold out.. 🙁 sad. SO Wado convinced me to stay up late and go see the ten o’clock show… yikes… I do not do well with late! BUT we were celebrating after all. 🙂
So we went and saw ‘The Help’ – I cried, laughed, got angry, was appalled and ashamed – mostly I cried. All in all it was a fabulous movie and and incredible reminder of where we were as a human race, and how low people can go. What disturbs the most is that after all these years there are still people who maintain these views of people of other nationalities. However, this post is not about racism – so let me stop before I digress any further. Bottom line – watch the movie! Continue reading You is kind. You is smart. You is important.
Remember a while back when I talked about Mom’s comparing? How it all starts when we’re pregnant? How much weight have YOU gained? 😉 Or not even asking just secretly hating all the preggo women that look tiny EVERYWHERE except for that itsy bitsy bump… while we walk around blimps… then baby arrives and we compare labour – ‘I did it natural.. no drugs for this super Momma~’ comparing baby’s birth weight, height, size of noggins… It just never ends does it? Your baby is too big,an Ompaloompa! BABY DIET!!!! or your baby is sooo tiny (not horrible if its a girl but heaven forbid it be a small boy…) Constant comparison. How you parent, how your child eats, what he eats, when he eats.. Breast – bottle.. cloth – disposable. AHHHH you just want to throw your hands up and say WHY CAN’T WE JUST ALL BE DIFFERENT! But given our society – the need to be like the Jone’s – it starts somewhere! Apparently in utero. Continue reading Has the race begun?
My little boy is sick right now – he has this red rash on his little legs and arms and has had a low-grade fever for the past 24 hrs. Its’ just heartbreaking to see him feeling so miserable. As a mother – you wish you make him feel better – yesterday night while I was changing his diaper – and he’s moaning in discomfort Wado leans over him and in soothing tones says, “Da-Da’s boy… If Da-Da could, he would be sick instead of you.” Isn’t that a parent’s heart cry? To bear the sickness, the pain, the sorrow and spare our child? Continue reading Protective bubbles