Entries from October 28, 2007 - November 3, 2007
THE Mommy
only happens once a year
or else I’d get fat
Twix, Kit Kats, Rolos
Snickers, Skittles, M&Ms
How I love you so
Vacation is soon
Only six more weeks to go
Bathing suit must fit
Farewell my sweet friends
Out of the house you must go
Out of sight and mind
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Princess LOVES to sing. I'm not talking about the typical 5 year old repertoire either. The girl can belt out songs such as Natasha Beddingfield's "Unwritten"...every word. She attended a Broadway Camp this summer and sang "Candle on the Water" from Pete's Dragon...on stage...solo...in front of over 100 people. She nailed it. Her kindergarten teacher pulled me aside to say that she is "gifted". They haven't done anything musical at school yet...this is just observing her during recess when she's belting out whatever the song of the moment is.
OK, so she's gifted. I'm letting her do little things, like the Broadway Camp, but I'm not exactly signing her up for the Britney Spears School of Becoming a Pop Star...you all see how that's turning out. It's hard to put into perspective that she has such a great voice when you're the parent who is SO SICK of hearing her sing...in the car, in the bathroom, in the grocery store...every-frickenwhere we go. I totally cannot relate. I am tone deaf and can't hold a note to save my life. I would rather walk around naked than sing in front of anyone. We get shocked looks from people all the time and comments like big voice for such a little girl. I feel bad sometimes asking for her to just STOP singing! I feel like Shrek talking about the donkey..."it's getting it to shut up that's the problem". I don't want to squash her confidence or desire because she really does have a beautiful voice...and she may very well figure out how to use that super power for good instead of evil...someday.
I finally figured out how to get a little peace and quiet. I can't believe I didn't think of this sooner. We were in the car yesterday and I started singing along with her. Not just quietly singing along either. I was belting out Annie's "Tomorrow". Did I say that I have ZERO singing ability?! Nada. Ziltch. Her reaction: SHE SHUT RIGHT UP! Said she didn't feel like singing anymore. Was quiet the entire rest of the way home!
Cool. I finally found the OFF button!
I took Princess trick-or-treating last night with some friends. We had a blast. She scored a TON of candy. Too bad she's not allowed to eat any of it, as she is quick to point out. Remember, she had 7 cavities at her first dentist visit. The ordeal is still fresh in her little brain. That means that the candy is mine, ALL MINE! I already have a 50 carb a day Starbucks Pumpkin Latte Addiction, now there is a TON of candy laying around. Yes, I looked up the nutrition information and my daily Latte has over 300 calories and 50 carbs. You would think that would deter me from my daily fix. Alas, I am beyond WANTING a daily fix...I now NEED it. Not so easy to break.
We leave for our 3 week Christmas vacation in Aruba in less than 7 weeks. I work from home and don't have any office co-workers to whore out my candy. Anything whose ingredients include chocolate and caramel call out to me as I work. They're taunting me. I'm tempted to put my bathing suit over the candy bucket to remind me that a fat ass will not fit into that suit...and it's impossible to buy a bathing suit this time of year in NH. I normally wouldn't care, but my mother is going down with us for the first time. She joined the Weight Watchers cult Program a few months back and is actually in a size smaller than me right now. I SO can't have my mother look skinnier than me on MY vacation.
Did you trick or treat with your kids last night? Which candy did you steal from them? C'Mon, you know you did it too. Leave a comment.
Hi, My name is Mommy and I am a Starbucks Pumpkin Latte Addict.
My addiction began 2 weeks ago when the temperatures went from seasonably pleasant to frickin’ cold here in NH. My husband has been traveling for work for 11 weeks now…pretty much Monday through Friday...although some weeks he stops by for a quick visit midweek. We never know in advance when these midweek quick stops are going to occur, so it tends to throw our routine a bit off. Princess is in kindergarten and little BamBam goes to day care (although, don't call it that to him...he insists it is "school", like his big sister). I am supposed to be at home working 20+ hours a week in order to pay for said kindergarten and daycare. Things that have come up over the last 11 weeks while I'm supposed to be working: flu, 4 dentist appointments, 2 dog grooming sessions, 4 field trips, lunch/recess duty on Wednesdays, dropping Princess from full day to half day kindergarten on Mondays and Fridays, blogging...etc...etc...
Princess and BamBam started sleeping with me again about a week after THE Daddy started traveling. One day I came home to find the front door ajar. Perhaps I didn’t shut it tight and/or the dogs jumped on it. I was a little freaked…alone with the kids and dogs. During our “good night” call to THE Daddy, he asks, “Did you check out the basement…are you sure there’s nobody hiding in the house?” Now, every bad horror movie has a scene where someone is walking around in the dark checking out a bump they heard in the night…only to be greeted by some killer/monster with a sharp object. I always find myself angry wondering why they do this because no one in their right mind would walk towards danger instead of away from it. Needless to say, the kids and dogs slept in the Master Bedroom with me for the next couple of nights…and have refused to sleep by themselves in their own rooms since. They don’t share the bed well. I often wake up with someone on my back or little feet in my face. I love my kids, but I have never been a feet person. I need my room back. I'm tired of playing musical beds all night long. I just don’t have the energy to fight that battle right now.
I dread our mornings. It’s still pitch dark when I get up at 6:30am to sneak in my shower before the kids and dogs wake up. Whoever thought that it would be a great idea to mess with the whole daylight savings time thing should die a horrible and painful death. They obviously do not live in NH. It’s hard enough to drag my butt out of bed in the dark, try explaining to little ones that, yes, it still looks like nighttime, but if they don’t get out of bed right now they will be late for school..
Which gets me to my new addiction...we have a BRAND NEW Starbucks 5 minutes away from the house. It has a drive thru window. I was exhausted and near delirious when I got my first fix.
One latte won’t hurt anything. I need something to keep me awake while I work and run around after school getting Princess to Theatre Class and keeping BamBam from self-destructing in front of the other mothers. I’m not a Saint. I can’t do this alone.
WOW…it was warm…and yummy…and the caffeine rush was almost instant. I now find myself needing a daily fix…I plan my day around getting to Starbucks. I'm drinking one as I write this post.
My addiction is very specific. I’ve tried substitutes, to no avail. I’ve even tried Dunkin Donuts version of a Pumpkin Latte, which is closer to the house and half the price. It tasted like gasoline and hurt going down. Normally, coffee hurts my stomach and too much caffeine gives me the jitters. Starbuck’s Pumpkin Latte is pure bliss. For a brief moment, I DO have the energy to do it all. I am SuperMommy. SuperMommy's world is going to come crashing down when fall is over and they move onto other flavors. I wonder if there is a Pumpkin Latte Addiction Hotline? Support Groups?
What’s your poison? Please share in the comments.
Our 2 year old, BamBam, went for his first dentist appointment today. In case you haven’t been following along, I felt like the Loser Parent of the Year when I took 5 year old Princess for her first visit and found out that she had 7, yep, 7 cavities…and ended up getting a crown put on one of her molars.
I had very low expectations today for BamBam’s visit. He is still not letting me help him brush on a regular basis. BusyDad recommended declaring war on the “Tooth Germ Army” setting up camp in his mouth. Cool idea, loved it. Yep, that worked for a day. There have been times when I’m tempted to try Joeprah’s approach of intimidation and hitting…but I’m pretty sure certain he was just kidding.
I must say that The Kid’s Dentist is awesome. I don’t think they’re a chain, but I would highly recommend finding someone who markets being "kid friendly" near you. They’ve spent a lot of time and creativity pimping out their office. BamBam was sooo in awe of the birds and the snake in the waiting room. (I got a little nervous when we couldn’t find the snake in his cage, but they assured me he was hiding somewhere in there!) He wore his special sunglasses and opened wide like a shark. My little man charmed the heck out of the technician and let her count his teeth, scrape plaque, shoot water into his mouth and use “Mr. Thirsty” to suck everything up. He made his Mommy proud.
And, the good news, he doesn’t have any cavities!
Isn’t that the reason why you have more than one kid? You learn your lessons by messing up on the first one and do things (somewhat) right the next time around? Oooo…I should add that to my reasons why we SHOULD have a 3rd…maybe we’d succeed at keeping that one in his/her own bed all night! Really screwed that one up with Princess and BamBam!
Anything within the parenting realm that you’d like to do differently if you got a “do over” with a next child? Anyone with 3 (or more) kids want to share reasons why we should/should not have another? Please leave a comment.
