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!

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Quoting a book on mamahood....

This excerpt is from a book with whom I am currently "involved"...hahaha...I'm reading, which is amazing...anyway, I liked it, so here goes:

"When I was little, I remember wandering the cereal aisle (which surely is as American a phenomenon as fireworks on the Fourth of July) and picking my breakfast food based on what the reward was: a Frisbee with the Trix rabbit's face. Holographic stickers. A mystery decoder wheel. I could suffer through raisin bran for a month if it meant I got a magic ring at the end.

I cannot admit this out loud. in the first place, we are expected to be supermoms these days, instead of admitting that we have flaws. It is tempting to believe that all mothers wake up feeling fresh every morning, never raise their voices, only cook with organic food, and are equally at ease with the CEO and PTA.

Here's a secret: Those mothers don't exist. Most of us - even if we'd never confess - are suffering through the raisin bran in the hopes of a glimpse of that magic ring.

I look very good on paper. I have a family, and I write a newspaper column. In real life, I have to pick superglue out of the carpet, rarely remember to defrost what's for dinner, and plan to have BECAUSE I SAID SO engraved on my tombstone.

Real mothers wonder why experts who write for Parents and Good Housekeeping seem to have their acts together all the time when they themselves can barely keep their heads above the stormy seas of parenthood.

Real mothers don't just listen with humble embarrassment to the elderly lady who offers unsolicited advice in the checkout line when a child in throwing a tantrum. We take the child, dump him in the lady's cart, and say, "Great. Maybe YOU can do a better job."

Real mothers know that it's okay to eat cold pizza for breakfast.
Reach mothers admit it is easier to fail at this job than to succeed.
If parenting is the box of raisin bran, then real mothers know the ratio of flakes to fun is severely imbalanced. For every moment that your child confides in you, or tells you he loves you, or does something unprompted to protect his brother that you happen to witness, there are many more moments of chaos, error, and self-doubt.

Real mothers may not speak the heresy, but they sometimes secretly wish they'd chosen something for breakfast other than this endless cereal.

Real mothers worry that other mothers will find that magic ring, whereas THEY'LL be looking for ages.

Rest easy, real mothers. They very fact that you worry about being a good mom means that you already ARE one."

~ Jodi Picoult from "House Rules"

Friday, April 29, 2011

Throwing Rocks...

We went to Milwaukee for Easter to spend time with Nana and Granddaddy (my parents). While there, we decided to go to a children's museum. On the lakefront, next to the children's museum, there were "musical instruments" of sorts, one of which necessitated that you place little pebbles inside the structure to make the different tones as the pebbles fell down. In other words, my son learned to throw rocks.

Today, while visiting friends that came into town, we walked into their hotel lobby. The hotel had a beautiful water-structure-thingy where the water flows down and there are rocks underneath for decoration. Yup, Kieran headed straight for the rocks.

For the most part, he picked up the rocks and tossed them back down in the same spot...

Until he decided to try tossing it away from the water structure....hit a chair...and roll underneath...

Did I mention that the chair was temporarily home to the butt of some business man sitting discussing some kind of important document with a co-worker?

Kieran knelt down on the floor, then sprawled out, looking for the rock. When he spotted it, he began to call for me. "mama!" "mama!!!" ...all the time pointing underneath the chair of the business man.

I saw two options in my mind and played them through quickly...

"Excuse me, sir, do you mind interrupting your very important business meeting while I lift up your chair to fetch a rock my son threw at you????"


Quickly grab Kieran and bolt.

I chose option two.
Oh man, it was funny.
We are going to have to unlearn the throwing rocks lesson learned in Milwaukee...

Sunday, April 10, 2011

My little Buddhist baby

Sleep in the Krotser household is a precious thing.
Kieran has never been a wonderful sleeper, and there are many moments when I wonder how I will EVER manage to sleep with two babies...
So the fact that I let Paul take a flash picture shortly after Kieran fell asleep must mean that it was a REALLY good picture...and it was...

Every night we have the same routine:
Dinner, bath, stories, Night-night song, crib...
The number of stories vary, depending upon what time it is, how tired Kieran is, what stories are read...etc...
Kieran usually picks the books - he has some favorites and we rotate a collection in the bedroom so that he can choose.

Last night, he was fascinated not by his books, but by a book that was on my night stand. I'm sure it was fascinating due to the tabs on the side of the book, placed there by a dear friend of mine who gifted me the book.

He held on to the book "Interbeing" by Thich Nhat Hanh all evening while we read his children books. When I gave Kieran a hug and kiss goodnight and handed him over to his Dada, he cried and reached out for "Interbeing". Paul handed him the book, which he proceeded to hug and pat while listening to the goodnight song.

Paul tried twice to take the book while putting Kieran into the crib. He wouldn't have it. Finally, in a bit of confusion, Paul handed Kieran the book and placed him in his crib. Kieran took "Interbeing," along with his Teddy Dog, placing each on opposite sides of his head, and went to sleep.

I suppose he was learning through Osmosis - a trick I ALWAYS wanted to try in college.

I'll have to ask him about his thoughts on the Buddhist principles some day when he can say more words than "mama, dada, nana," and "duck".