I've been seeing a lot of posts and articles lately about how to prevent stretch marks. How to make them disappear postpartum. How to get your pre-baby body back. How to hide/cover your c-section scar. How to make your body look the body of a 22 year old woman who's never experienced life. I have to tell you, I'm honestly sick of people implying (or outright saying) that mom bodies are less than.
I often find myself thinking "If only they were bigger, then we could do *this* or go *there* or play *that*" then a few minutes later, one of them will do something "big" or I'll go through their clothes and pull out things that are tiny and think "They are growing up way too quickly." It's ridiculous and silly. I want them to be bigger so we can go on more adventures and I can stop changing diapers, but I want them to stay little and snuggly and sweet. I know this is a common predicament: The Parenting Time Paradox.
Over the last few weeks, we've been hosting our first giveaway with Kidorable. It ended last night and I contacted our winner this morning!
I've been asked this a few times, especially right after we found out Kylar was a boy. People assumed that we needed a little girl. Our life seemed incomplete to outsiders because I was going to be outnumbered (more so) rather than having an equal balance.
All of my energy went into not laughing at this question and here's why.
Sports are a big deal for my husband. He watches all of them, despite my objections, and if it were up to him, we'd have SportsCenter on 24/7. Until about 3 years ago, I pretty much loathed all sports.
I've talked before about how hard parenting is, and how there's no cheat sheet or guide to raising good people.
I stand by that; there is no cheat sheet, and you know your kids better than anyone. That being said, you can learn from other peoples' experiences and try out what worked for them to see if it will work for you.
In that spirit, I've made a very short list of the things that we've done that have helped turn Connor, and will hopefully help Kylar become, helpful, sweet, well-behaved kids who can follow direction, but who have the confidence to try new things and solve their own problems.
I've been in a crafty mood lately. Maybe I've been spending too much time on Pinterest, but I've been shopping for ideas for the boys' birthdays this summer and I couldn't help myself!
I have always hated the phrase "boys will be boys." It's used as an excuse to justify bad behavior and/or being a jerk-face dick. I'm sorry, but since when does a penis give you a blank check to be aggressive, messy, mean or misbehave? I don't accept that.
I don't ask for help. From anyone. Ever. Not until I've been pushed well passed my breaking point. Then, and only then, will I ask my husband for help; and he damn well better step up because I will be seconds from some sort of breakdown, almost always including tears.
I loved making food for Connor. It was our Sunday routine: grocery shop in the morning, come home for lunch and nap, wake up and get to cooking. Skinning, slicing, boiling, and then tossing it in the Baby Bullet to puree into mushy goodness. It was my way of making up for not being able to breastfeed him for very long. Plus it was a nice little Mommy and Me bonding thing, since I was working at that time and I missed him so much during the week day. I guess it was my way of making up for lost time.
Couple of added bonuses: it was so much cheaper than buying jars of baby food, and I knew exactly what he was eating everyday.
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