Tuesday, January 27, 2009

how a stay at home mom spends 26.5 kid free hours

How does a stay at home mom spend 26.5 kid free hours?

First she shops, buying:
-one kids tee shirt, one pair of kids orange sunglasses (for my little orange loving girl) and one sunscreen stick all with an L.L. Bean $10 promotional gift card (so free!)
-8 Degree deodorants for $15, earning $10 in register rewards (another great deal from MoneySavingMom!)
-a pair of her absolute favorite, super comfortable, go with anything Me Too patent leather flats, discovered at TJ Maxx marked down to $20 (priceless!)
-a Nikon D90 camera body (squee!!!) Like how I slipped this one in with all the other bargains?

She picks up the house (some of it anyway) and takes a nice hot bath.

She spends a romantic evening with her husband, including wine, cheese and a fire. I will leave the rest of the evening to your imagination since this is a family blog.


romance



She wakes up at 9am to a quiet house (that would be 10 hours of uninterrupted sleep for anyone who is counting). Ahhh.

She enjoys a leisurely breakfast and a big mug of tea, surfs the internet, works on her new website and schedules a free photo session (that new camera will pay for it self in, er, um, no time at all honey).

She takes a shower, savoring the fact that when she gets out no one is crying and nothing has been destroyed.

She realizes she has not taken her daily picture yet. She considers yet another snow shot, but settles on this path of destruction, because, well she is starting to miss the chaos and the noise just a teeny tiny bit.


path of destruction



She checks the clock in the quiet house to see how much longer until the kids get home.

It sure is nice to miss your kids every now and then. Especially when they come home with things like this.


mommy love

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

thank you, mr. president

Today, the 44th president of the United States took office. If my girls have any memory at all of this historic event, it will probably be of their mother dragging them away from their dress-up game and forcing them to sit and watch a man saying boring stuff on TV.

"I don't like Barack Obama" declared Abby.

"Why?" I asked.

"I don't like boys."

Presidents, apparently, are no exception. I would like to think that President Obama, father of girls, would understand.

"And. I don't like real people on TV."

This is a well documented fact. The girl much prefers the cartoon format.

Claire, on the other hand, was happy to see her man on TV.

"I like Barack Obama! I like boys!"


mr. president



Neither girl seemed to take any notice at all of the new president's skin color. And why would they? In their world anything is possible. People of all shapes, sizes and colors mingle with furry monsters and princesses.

The speech that followed focused on the challenges before us as a nation and our ability to rise to meet them. A classy and inspiring speech.

But it was the following passage that struck me as I sat cuddled with my girls on this snowy January day...

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies....which sees us through our darkest hours... It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke.... a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Courage... determination... willingness to nurture a child.

In his inaugural address, President Obama included "a parent's willingness to nurture a child" among the most meaningful, most important acts undertaken by the American people. Things of great value, done for the greater good. Things worthy of great respect.

More respect, in fact, than we mothers often give ourselves.

In the daily minutia, it is so easy to lose sight of the greater purpose, the greater value of performing each act. Easy to discount the sacrifice that takes place when we change our lives and our goals in order put our children first. It is easy to allow our contributions to be trivialized.

So thank you, Mr. President, for reminding me of all that is great about our nation and for reminding me, and reminding the world, of the great value of what I do as a parent.

May you continue to inspire us all.

Friday, January 16, 2009

almost classy

So this morning I was feeling pretty good, classy even, as I filled my shopping cart with fresh herbs for my homemade lasagna and aged cheese for my homemade mac & cheese. What a mom. What a wife.

Then the pajama clad two year old in my cart spied an enormous pineapple display and shouted "Look mommy, SpongeBob's house!!", causing a woman shopping nearby to laugh so hard she showered herself with coffee.

And it was right back to being the mediocre mom that lets her two year old watch too much Nickelodeon and rarely changes her out of her pajamas.

*sigh*

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In other news, the preparations for Abby's birthday party are in full swing.

Cake anyone?


helping make the cake

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

happy one year anniversary, dear blog

Actually, happy belated anniversary. Late again.

When I started this blog a year ago it was to document the reality of day to day life as the mother of two young girls, the good and the not so good. The wonder, the magic and the misery. I wanted to remember all the details, not just the pretty snapshots. And I thought this version of our lives, the day to day reality, might be of interest to my girls someday, perhaps as they consider becoming mothers themselves.

I also thought blogging might be a fun way to make a little money (if dooce can earn enough to pay her mortgage, maybe I could at least earn enough to pay for the girl's activities?). Ha! Turns out mommy blogging is not nearly so lucrative for most of us.

When I started this blog, I knew of a handful of other blogs but had never commented on a single one. I simply had no idea what a wonderful community was out there. How many people there were writing about the same things I was feeling, only much. more. eloquently. than. I. ever. could.

I had no idea how these posts, these ideas, would inspire me throughout each day. How I would read a post by a mom in Kansas about how you only get one chance at each day, how you can't get it back, and then the next day let my girls run around catching snow flakes on their tongues when they should have been getting in the car because that post and that thought, you only get one chance at each day, popped into my head.

I had no idea that I would meet. so. very. many. wonderful. interesting. and. talented. people, some of them in real life.

I had no idea that my mother, mother in law and even my father would be such fans of my blog. Or that it would help my husband understand my world better and that the pictures and stories would give him something to smile about in the midst of his stressful work day.

I had no idea how addictive blogging could be. How much time I would come to devote to reading and commenting on blogs. How I would be up well past midnight clicking just one more link. How I would need to learn to balance my time in blogland and my time with the real life kids that inspired me to start blogging in the first place.

I had no idea that at 34 years old, I would finally become a decent speller.

And finally, I had no idea how. many. wonderful. photographers. of. all. styles. I. would. find. Or how much I would learn about equipment, lenses and Photoshop from their pictures and their words. How in just a years time, after following others as they made the journey from photography lover to professional photographer, I would be inspired to try to do the same.

So now I find myself thinking about what direction I want to take this blog in. Do I want to focus more on photography? How much time do I want to devote to blogging?

Whatever the answers, I am thankful to everyone who has stopped by to visit me here and everyone who has taken the time to share their own experiences. I have learned so much from each and every one of you!

Monday, January 12, 2009

when did I become that mom?

Abby was invited to a birthday party at 2:30 on Sunday. I brought her to the party place at 2:30 on Saturday.

The bag with the class book? The one with the note that reads "Please make sure your child returns this book on the next day of class as another child is anxiously awaiting his or her turn"? Forgot all about it this morning. Had to run over to school with it like that crazy mom.

And being late for school? Abby no longer asks if we are late. She asks how late we are. Just a little late or really late? Are all the kids there yet, or just some of them? One time, she was the first one at ballet class and she looked uncertainly at the teacher and said "Sorry I'm late?". She does not even understand what early is.

I have one preschooler and one toddler, who does not participate in any activities.

I don't have a job.

What is the matter with me?

I used to be organized. I used to manage projects. Meet deadlines. Get to work on time. Take showers and wear nice clothes, even.

What happened to that person?

However, I did manage to get one thing right this morning and that was Claire's preschool enrollment. Even the late and disorganized don't take any chances in the competitive world of preschool enrollment.

And the fact that my two year old, my baby, my last baby, is now enrolled in a preschool class next fall? How did that happen and how do I make it stop?

Sunday, January 11, 2009

little runaway

"Claire, come eat dinner."

"NO. I am running away."

"Where are you going?"

In her most confident big girl voice, she announced "Friendly's."

Sadly, this plan failed when she was not able to get her boots on. Not being able to open the front door was also shaping up to be a big obstacle.

No question about it, my baby is a two year old.


little princess

Friday, January 9, 2009

shoes, pretty red shoes

She is blogging about her two year old in the shoe department of Marshalls again? Seriously? Exactly how much time do they spend there? Doesn't she do anything age appropriate with the two year old?


my little shoe lover



Well, er, no, not really. We tried ballet. It did not work out.

I offered to sign us up for the winter session of story time at our local library.

"Does it have a snack?" the two year old asked.

"No, there is no snack."

"Nope. No thanks, Mommy."

What am I supposed to do? Force her to enjoy a snackless story against her will?

The truth is, the girl enjoys just being my shopping buddy. I praise her for being a good helper. I buy her little treats here and there. A doughnut, a pack of gum, stickers, occasionally even new shoes.

She is happy. I am happy watching her be happy.

And educational opportunities? Well, she identified the shoes above as red. And look at how she is working on her balance. Not to mention fashion sense. See how she went with the red stilettos over those ugly canvas things?

And no, we do not spend all of our time at Marshalls. She also knows what the letters T-A-R-G-E-T spell.

*****

Also, on a completely unrelated note, if anyone is looking for a totally inspiring book about the art of photographing children, I can not recommend this book by Tamara Lackey enough. I simply could not put it down. Her photographs are everything that I hope mine can someday be.


Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek

Thursday, January 8, 2009

the life and times of a five year old

Monday: Insist on attempting to "ice skate" on the thin layer of ice covering the walkway rather than just walking through the garage to get to the car. Spend the rest of day whining about scratched, bruised bottom.

Tuesday: Attempt to hide slightly, um, soiled underpants by tucking them under the radiator. Who knew heat intensifies smells like that?

Wednesday: Get in trouble for carving a picture on the back of the leather chair with a toothpick. Perhaps signing full name at the bottom of the picture was not such a good idea.

Thursday: At Gymboree, Mommy explains that after my return I have $40 to spend. Check out the new arrivals, find a cute dress in my size and announce "Look, Mom, it is a number 7 and it is on sale! Do I have enough money to buy it?"

Five years old. So much to learn, yet so darn smart.


Sunday, January 4, 2009

a week in review

So what have we been up to for the past week?

Well, let's see. There was some snow.


exploring



There was a lovely dinner at my brother's house.


the girls with nana, grandpa and grandma

the girls with grandma, grandpa and their great nana


And there was New Years, which also happens to be my birthday, which also happened to be the day another snow storm rolled through.

traditions



We ordered our traditional take out Chinese and let the girls stay up to shower Daddy with kisses at midnight. If you think that means they slept any later the next day, you would be wrong.


Happy New Year!!



And the rest of the week? We watched movies. We watched lots of SpongeBob. We took turns napping. We slept in. We ate leftovers and breakfast for dinner. I even set some goals for myself in the New Year.

Our regularly scheduled program of work, school, activities and playdates resumes tomorrow and the quest to lose the five pounds gained over the holidays begins.

Wahhhh.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

hello 2009, hello 34

Today marks the beginning of both a new year and my 34th year on this earth. As always, a good day to get all my reflecting and goal setting done for the year.

I have always been a goal oriented person, but for the last couple of years my goals have been primarily the make it through the day variety. Just maintaining the status quo and making it through the year seemed to be about all I could wrap my tired mind around.

But this year I feel like it is time to start thinking about goals again. The girls are getting older. They are more independent, no longer sucking the life out of me, every minute of every day. Their needs are less intense, less draining, which has opened up some space in my brain to think about the future and what I want it to look like.

When I quit my job two and a half years ago, it was only meant to be a temporary thing. Six months, maybe a year. Fast forward two and a half years, and I can't imagine leaving. Can't imagine juggling the maze of childcare that would be required for me to head back to the city to work a 9 to 5 job again. Can't imagine me, now, in that environment, because I am not that person any more. I want to be here, for me, for my husband, for my kids. And as the girls start school, I want to put them on the bus in the morning and be here in the afternoon when they get home.

But the reality is I need to find a way to start making some money or make some significant changes to our life style, which something I have tried and mostly failed to do in the last two and a half years.

And also? As the kids grow bigger and their lives slowly become more their own, I would like something that is my own. Something not related to being a mother or a wife. A small part of my day or my week that is mine.

What am I interested in? What am I passionate about? Photography. Photography that captures the beauty of children, families and babies to be specific.

Is there money to be made taking pictures of babies? Yes.

Is it a job I can do while still being a mother first? Yes, I think.

Is starting my own business something I ever wanted to do? HELL NO. I liked the corporate world just fine, thankyouverymuch.

Do I have an incredible amount to learn? Yes.

Do I think I could be good at it? Yes.

Do I think I could enjoy it? Yes.

Does the thought of really, actually doing it make me feel like I am going to vomit? Yes.

And it is in that spirit that I have decided to build my skills and portfolio in the coming year, with the goal of people someday actually paying me to photograph them and their children.

Even writing that makes me feel like vomiting.

Promising, no?

Moving on.

Since every year I resolve to eat better, I see no reason why this year should be any different. Except that this year, instead of doing it to lose a few pounds, I am doing it to set a better example for the two girls who watch every bite of food that goes into my mouth. At five years old, Abby is overweight and getting her to slow down, eat less and eat healthier is a constant struggle. I need to set a better example. So fish, veggies and salad will make more appearances at our table and snacks will be healthier.

And finally, no matter what else happens, I would like to make this a magical and memorable year for us as a family. At (almost) three and five years old, the girls are no longer babies, but also not yet school age. They are increasingly able to go places and do things in the real world, but are not yet focused on and influenced by friends and teachers and the pressures of society. They are still eager to spend every minute with us. We are still the center of their universe. In my pre-baby days, I envisioned lots of traveling and fun adventures with my kids and I think this is the year and these are the ages when that vision will finally become a reality. It is an opportunity I don't want to miss.

All and all, I would say it is shaping up to be an interesting year.