While I secretly love getting a break from mom duties while the Grandmas (any Grandma, June has three of them) are in town, June’s dismissiveness — her obvious playing of favorites — hurts. I find myself thinking, “Hey! I want to be the one to fetch your socks! How come Grandma gets to be your only lackey?” As a parent, I put all this time and energy into trying to raise a sweet, well adjusted little kid who says please and thank you, but the second Grandma’s bags hits the floor, June gives me a look that says, “You’re dead to me” that doesn’t let up until Grandma leaves.
I’ve enjoyed both my pregnancies…much more than I thought I would. Not having morning sickness or gaining too much weight probably helped. For the most part, I felt normal throughout. But there are a few things about pregnancy I definitely won’t miss, eleven of which I describe here.
Call me crazy, but I’m not in the mood to do Thanksgiving this year. The thought of whipping up a big turkey or even driving for hours to visit family feels like work (I’m afraid the baby might decide to make her debut during such a road trip). All I want to do is sit on the couch, watch DVDs and eat Funyons with Jake. Now that sounds like a festive holiday.
The sock bag usually makes its debut in one’s life in the early 20s, when you’re out on your own for the first time, doing laundry like a real adult and working at your first real job requiring footwear. And lo and behold, you discover that socks — the fancy ones you just bought at J. Crew — disappear upon washing. Not both socks. Just one. You have no idea why this happens or where it goes, but you hang on to its mate under the dim hope its partner will resurface. It rarely does, so the unmatched sock remains in the sock bag for a very long time . Yet you still carry the torch that the missing sock will one day show up.
I’ve lived in charming Lexington, Virginia for nearly eight years — eight years already!? — and while there is a lot to love about this place — the leisurely pace, fantastic neighbors and friends, ease of parking (you can see other things I like about it here) — there are a few things about living in a rural community that drive me nutso sometimes.
I like small town life because it means I get to eat things like Taco in a Bag at the local county fair and enjoy a faint whiff of potpourri every time I step into the ladies room at my local municipal park.
I’ve only been doing Halloween as a parent for three years (as of Thursday night) and while I love any excuse to get June dressed up for my own amusement any chance I can get, there are a couple of things about this particular holiday I’m not totally down with. For starters, it’s freakin’ cold. MORE »
She’s absolutely certain tigers, lions and bears will come and get her once the lights go out at night. Nothing seems to work for long to assuage her nighttime fears. We’ve tried the night light, the soothing music, the stuffed animal that makes a relaxing sound. She wakes up upset more now than she did when she was an infant. The only thing that calms her is if one of us sleeps with her. For the first month of this affliction, that’s what we did — we pulled her into bed with us, or I’d cuddle up with her in her bed. But I finally had to put my foot down and make our bed a no toddler zone after my own sleep was becoming too compromised (sleeping with a 3 year old is like sleeping next to a Tilt-A-Whirl). I was waking up exhausted…if I slept at all.
Not only are jeggings fun to hear a toddler say, but they’re actually really practical. Toddlers have round bellies — thanks, string cheese — so wearing regular stiff denim can sometimes give June the plumber butt look: jeans shoved down around her hips, the ends of her pants pooled up around her shoes. Not so with jeggings. I can pull these babies up over her belly button almost to her nipples. It’s a terrific look…like full body Spanx for a 3-year old. She only complains of restricted breathing a little bit.
I consulted with fellow music lovers about what they listen to with their young children that won’t drive the over 12 crowd completely bat nuts insane.
Turns out there is a robust and growing genre of music out there tailored to families such as mine – music aimed at kids without becoming annoying to grown ups after the 5,000th listen. Below is the list we’ve come up with. Some of these selections are old (classics), some are new, all guaranteed to get the whole family rocking.
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