What is this Adventure?

Full-time Mama & Part-time school social worker in the throes of toddlerhood at its best and worst. In my short tenure as a member of the prestigious Mamahood club, I find the reality of it all to be amazing, exhausting, hilarious, challenging, a blessing, lonely at times, nostalgic, guilt-ridden, and the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me...all at once. Sit back, read, laugh and cry with me on my adventure!

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Ponchos...the new fashion trend...

Ok, seriously, I'm considering wearing a poncho from now on.
I mean, why not? My son super-soaks me with vomit at LEAST once a day!
Of course, being the "I'm-not-going-to-be-one-of-those-worrisome-Moms" type...I called the following people to talk about my son's puking:
> my mom (of course, first line of defense)
> my brother the head and neck surgeon
> my brother's girlfriend, another surgeon, but she works more with children's GI issues
> my son's doctor (family doc)
> my brother again, who spoke to the NICU doctors
> and one more time with my mom (you see, it comes full circle)
No, I'm really not the worrisome type......really.....
Then he started having the wicked cough, so of course I had to call my brother again!
ha ha ha...I know I'm insane.
But this super-soaking....so much laundry....I'm thinking of just wearing a poncho all day
Why not, right?

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Sorry Officer, I can't stop at red lights...

So, Kieran is now almost three months old. He is a wonderful bundle of joy to be around....except....if he is awake in the car. Car rides are a little tough for me when Kieran is crying. And the funniest thing? He cries whenever I have to stop. I literally cringe every time the light turns yellow - because I know that as soon as I stop, the siren begins....I'm not lying! Ask my mom! She witnessed this the other day when I drove her to the train station --- "Now, Kieran," she said, "don't be ridiculous!" (Usually a good talk from "Nana" always does the trick...but this time? The crying worsened!) Well, that's it...I decided...I just can't afford to stop at red lights or stop signs anymore...it's just not worth it....I'll just look both ways before crossing, just like my mom taught me....

Thursday, February 4, 2010

They tell me not to worry...

My mom came to visit today. It's always nice to have Mom around. I get to ask her the million questions I have about Kieran, my two month old.

My latest concern is that he hasn't pooped since Tuesday at 3 pm. I know, I know...why do I know the exact time of when he last pooped? Well, because this has been an on-going concern of mine for about a week. I even had my brother, the chiropractor, work on Kieran to try to "get things moving"...Now it's been more than a day and a half and my son is still poop-less!

So, my mom says, "don't worry"...then she goes on to tell me not to be so "anal-retentive" about Kieran...

Ha! I laughed! "Tell Kieran not to be so anal-retentive!" I responded, wondering if she meant to be so cleverly cliche.

While I tell myself not to be that worrisome mom that I always thought my mom to be, here She is telling Me that I'm too worrisome!!

Guess I should refer to my first post on this one ---

You'll understand when you're a mom.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010


Before Kieran entered this world, I worked as a school social worker in a city just outside of Chicago. One of my many jobs at this school was to evaluate three year olds in need of special education assistance. Most of these three year olds did not speak yet. One of the things that I came to learn was that they did not speak because they were infrequently spoken to. Furthermore, they were not taught the names of things (like body parts, basic household items, etc.) and so never knew them coming into school.

This, of course, has led me to be a bit fanatical, as I imagine many of the yuppy moms to be (on a side note, someone once called me a yuppy and I was deeply offended..but...in fact...I AM a young urban professional...so...maybe I shouldn't be so offended...) Anyway, back to what I was saying...

I felt incredibly guilty today because I went to workout and placed my baby on a baby gym mat (you know, those Baby Einstein gym mats with music, toys, and the whole fussy bit)...and as I walked on the treadmill, Kieran did not pay attention to the many toys above him, he watched my treadmill turn...as if to say, "Hey Mom! This treadmill bit is awfully selfish! Can't you see I'm wasting away here going brain-dead by the second?" Oh how I wished he would fall asleep so I wouldn't feel so guilty!

I have this edgy feeling that every moment of waking hours with Kieran, I need to be talking to him, entertaining him with new sights, sounds, and learning opportunities. It's exhausting!

I wonder, in my desperate attempt to expose my child to language, if I am a bit overboard. Did my mom do this?

Then again, she probably did. As I am now learning to be a mom, I think about my own mom, single-handedly juggling five children all under the age of eight...I imagine her as some kind of "super mom" - constantly enriching us with "the good stuff" to feed all five senses- She probably had six hands and eight eyes when she was younger-all of which, of course, melted off before I could remember them being there.

When will I grow my extra arms and eyes?