Attitude

Since when did 10 years old girls think they are the centre of the universe?!  I am learning very quickly how to navigate my little girl's mood swings with a heavy heart.  Gone are the days of her obeying without question.  She is normally such a good kid that when she pulls a public meltdown, I am sometimes unprepared.  I had to walk out of a shoe store yesterday because she wouldn't take of her large soccer socks to get her feet measured properly.  I've never had to do that before.  I gave her three chances and then out the door we went.  The poor kid needs a pair of shoes, I guess we will try it again in a few days and see what kind of results we get.  On the plus side, her punishment includes helping me unload/load the dishwasher which helps me immensely.

Hairspray: Friend or Foe? / Other Musings

To make a short story even shorter...I squirted hairspray in my eye.  But my hair looks nice!  Have you ever noticed stuff like that happens ONLY when you are in a hurry?  That, and misplacing keys.

My brain seems weird to me.  It seems like pregnancy or being a new Mom (again) seems to trigger forgetfulness to a whole new level as well.  I know I'll have to do something and then 10 seconds later I'll be sitting there wondering what it was I was supposed to do.  Is is baby-brain or something worse?  Alzheimer's is in my family and I worry that I am getting early on-set of the disease due to the frequency of my forgetfulness.  I generally have a firm grasp of my surroundings and my faculties but sometimes I will forget how to spell a word that I had never had problems with.  Thirty years from now when I can't remember my own name I will look back at this and realize this was the beginning!

I am stalling so I don't start the housework that needs doing now.  Riarson is being a good boy and I should take advantage of that.  My pile of clean laundry is begging me to fold it so I shall.

Is It Nap Time Yet?

I hate that feeling of looking around my house and knowing so much needs to be done.  We live in our house.  Toys get strewn about. Laundry gets washed, dried and folded but never seems to be put away.    My toilet get scrubbed when I have advance notice of guests arriving, but seldom otherwise.  Don't even get me started on the dishes!

Nap time is that magical moment when the baby finally lays down his sweet head and there is finally silence in the house...well, aside from the dog tap-dancing her way across the living room floor (that constant reminder that she needs to be clipped) and a cat gakking in a not-too-distant room.  But I digress.  Nap time lets me catch up on some neglected chores.  Or at least in theory it does.  Usually the first thing I do when I get Riarson to sleep in his crib is eat.  Finding time for myself to eat at regular times with a little one attached to my hip is problematic most days.  Did I mention I am diabetic?  More on that later.  Anyway, so I eat.  While I eat I will watch a tv program.  That takes an hour.  Then I will start whatever chore needs doing and the phone will ring or there will be a knock at the door.  There goes another 20 mins.  Continue the chore, but now the baby is a ticking time bomb so I get scared to make noise so the chore gets done slower than usual.  I can usually get one chore done with an audible sigh of relief which stirs the dog from her resting place to twinkle-toes her way to the door to be let out, at which point the sound of a crying baby starts.  Thanks dog.

I am by no means a clean-freak, but gee whiz, it would be nice if my house sparkled top to bottom just for one day.

Riarson just fell asleep so I am going to put him down for a nap...wish me luck!

1st Post

I am 32.  I am married to my dear John and we have 2 children.  Our daughter Rinoa is 10 and our baby boy, Riarson is 10 months and 30 days.  Yes that is an almost 10 year age gap!  I've started this blog to document my daily life.  This involves my parenting skills, being a wife, daughter and friend.  I'm sure my true character will shine through as this life journey unfolds.  Hopefully there will be some humour, insight and lessons to learn from.  Enjoy!

WHAT I HAVE LEARNED TODAY:

Do not celebrate a new tooth that has emerged in the mouth of a babe as it will bite you soon enough.

 I was having a nice cuddle with my almost 11 month old boy today and suddenly I was shrieking in pain.  Why?  Because he used his 4 tiny teeth to gnaw into my right shoulder with such force I could hardly process what had happened.  Luckily my skin wasn't punctured. From now on I will be more cautious around his little chompers!  Sometimes a hug just isn't a hug.