Friday, April 23, 2010
Your ring tone is The Wonderpets "the phone, the phone is riiinging"
You sing Row, Row, Row Your Boat until your voice starts to crack
You've uttered "don't poop in the tub, please", "please don't throw my phone in the toliet", "cat food is not people food" and "it's not uh-oh when you throw it"
You get excited to go to Target by yourself
You can't turn off mom mode at work
You can find diapers and wipes in almost every purse, diaper bag, room in the house, and glove box of the car.
Gold Fish crackers & Cheerios have become permanent fixtures in your couch cushions
Sleeping in on the weekend means waking up at 8:00 am - and staying up late means you didn't pass out at 9:30 pm
You can baby-proof grandma's living room in under a minute
Every meal you eat is shared
Tiny people bang on the door when you try to go to the bathroom in under 30 seconds
When 10 seconds of silence sends you on some wild investigation searching for the little monsters because silence can only mean one thing. Something is wrong, something is VERY wrong!
Monday, April 19, 2010
Think quick, Christine! (And keep in mind that the first five years of a kid's life are the most important, his self-esteem is developing and growing and don't hinder that.) Matthew smiling, "I did, cuz I'm cool." Well.... it looks like he's got the confidence thing down (like daddy!), but I know that it will break his spirit if I try to change the hair. Plus, school starts in 13 minutes and I still haven't packed his lunch. Ugh, I don't have time for this today. Thinking of my son's wants and his need for individuality and independence, I allowed him to, reluctantly, very, very, reluctantly wear his hair in this absurd manner for a WHOLE 2 days. But a mother has needs too, and I needed to feel like all of those other 'cool' moms pulling their well groomed children out of the minivan and walking them into class weren't staring at my kid and then at me thinking, "what the heck, lady?!" After 2 days, I couldn't take it anymore and bribed him to let daddy cut it. Daddy got the clippers out and Matthew got not one, but 2, fudgesicles!