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!

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Hey Mama! If you thought the last one was eventful...

Well.....if you have been following my blog, it would be blatantly obvious that I am concerned about my son's pooping habits...

He had another bout of "pooping strike" as I like to call it. The last time he went was on Saturday...Today, my friends, is Wednesday! Like my previous blog entry mentioned, I have spoken to pretty much everyone and their mothers and then talked with their mother's puppy just to be sure...so....I tried not to become concerned when once again this "strike" was taking place...

A dear and wise friend of mine told me that for the first year of her son's life, the only way that he would poop is if she placed him in a warm bath for a long time. So let's just say that I had plenty of warning.

Kieran has not been enjoying baths lately. I found that an easy solution (and fun for me too) was to just fill the tub up a little higher, jump in myself, and let Kieran swim around in my arms. He loves it! He smiles, giggles, kicks, and blows bubbles both from his mouth and another area of his little body (I think he gets this habit from his uncles and great uncles..)

This evening he also loved his bath. And so did I....until.....

(start the Jaws theme here) Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah...

Yup, I should have seen it coming. I mean, COME ON MAMA! GET WITH IT! All the clues were there! The friend's retelling of how she got her son to go...the fact that it had been since Saturday...how about the fact that there was a tiny bit of evidence in his diaper before you put him in the bathtub WITH YOU!?!?!?!

All out of love....

Needless to say, after draining the tub, rinsing the tub, and giving Kieran another bath, Daddy had to hang out with Kieran while I scrubbed the tub with bleach and took a shower myself....

Wow....mamahood...hilarious!

Thursday, March 25, 2010

CLOSE! but no cigar...



During "naked time" today, Kieran was about 1/2 an inch away from a ringer...right into my open mouth...
I am referring, of course, to Kieran peeing during naked time.

I imagine every mom being this way...at the start of "naked time," you are constantly watching...When will his fountain begin? You are ready...waiting with a towel like a tiger ready to pounce on his prey...

But, as the tiger does not see any prey approaching...over time...she gets lazy...maybe she plays with her baby cub a bit instead of watching....maybe she takes some pictures....

And then maybe the fire hose sets off a startling realization that she ALMOST drank her baby cub's pee!

So close...so close....

It was hilarious!

Saturday, March 20, 2010

If Congress could just get their act together...

I wouldn't feel so stressed out.

No Mamahood blog would be complete without a tinge of politics, right?
Well, here's my tinge:
If Congress could get their act together and pass Health Care Reform creating Universal Health Care like so many other countries already have, I wouldn't be up at night wondering if I should take a part-time job next year or not...

So here's the whole story:
Paul, my hubs, is being RIF'ed (Reduction in force) as of June. He may lose his health insurance in June, maybe in August. He is applying for jobs in every school district around that has an art teaching position....but he hasn't heard anything yet.

I have a full-time job, tenured, that I could go back to with great health insurance for the family....but...(and let's hope my bosses aren't reading this..) going back to that job would be similar to sticking 2x4 pieces of wood underneath my toe nails while simultaneously having a monkey on a speed boat splashing me with Lake Diarrhea (if you are confused by this metaphor, please inquire with a Sherman cousin about the "Would You Rather" game).

Anyway, the point is, I don't want my current position anymore...and mainly because of my bosses.

So I have applied to about 10 other positions, nine of which are full-time. I don't want to leave my Kieran 5 days a week though. And if all possible, I won't. If Paul gets a job with health insurance, I can work part-time.

The problem is this: I have a job interview for the ONE position that is part-time...on Wednesday! Paul has heard nothing from his applications.

If I have the good fortune of getting a job offer, I won't know yet if I can accept or not. (Once you accept a position in the school system, you can't later recant because they will keep your certificate for one year...just how it goes....)

So here I am....I shall pray about this. I read once: If you pray, don't bother worrying, and if you worry, don't bother praying.

Easier said than done....but worth working on!

Peace.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Laughing...

I have discovered the most amazing sound in the world...
a baby's laugh.
Of course, MY baby's laugh, to be specific...
but I suppose all Mom's feel that way!

I think a baby's laugh may cure cancer, it's so beautiful!

I have always believed that babies have a direct link to God. Therefore, I always ask Kieran to send messages to God for me...you know, better connection...like how my mom goes upstairs to talk on the cell phone....better connection...

When Kieran laughs, for no apparent reason, I think maybe God is sending a message back to me....

"Enjoy every moment" may be the message.

or

"You are hilarious looking!" may be another.

On another note...

Over the weekend, I was visiting with some relatives.
One made this comment..."You may think it's wonderful being a parent, but there is nothing like being a grandparent. I hate to compare the two, but when you have that first grandchild...it's better."

How strange, I thought. Of course, I didn't respond. Because what would I say? I'm not a grandparent.

I think that categorizing better and best may cheapen the whole experience.

So, I laughed.

Because laughter, I believe, must come from God.

Thanks, God, for a lot of laughter today. You are truly hilarious! I guess I am too, by Kieran's standards.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Beautiful....

It was a beautiful day today. Really quite beautiful.
Mid-50's, sunny, slight breeze....Could Spring finally be on its way?
Kieran and I went outside on a long walk. We ran into some friends with whom I used to work when I waitressed at a local bar...they all thought Kieran was just beautiful.

One woman, someone with whom I had shared my hopes and dreams of becoming a mom, saw Kieran and started crying. I wasn't quite sure where the emotion was coming from, I didn't know how to react! She left the room only to come back a few minutes later. "You've wanted this for so long!" she cried.

As I later walked back home, I reflected on her emotions. Yes, she was right, I had wanted this for a long time.
I remember as a child, my older brother Jonathan and I would compare how many children we were going to have. "I'm going to have SIX!" I would spout. "Oh yeah?" Jonathan replied, "I'm going to have EIGHT!" I'm not sure why this was a competition, but we were definitely going to have a LOT of children.

Well, I certainly changed my tune throughout the years on the number of children, but I continued to want to be a "mommy".

Yes, it was a beautiful day. Kieran is a beautiful boy. And it is beautiful to be a mommy.