Parenting OC Bloggers

My sister has three girls. More specifically three TWEENS.  I have an almost 3 year old and a 1 year old. Suffice it to say we are at different stages in our parenting adventures. I have to admit I had different expectations of my nieces when I had babies. In my mind, they’d be volunteering to baby sit every free moment they had (for free of course) and they’d all fall all over them at every turn. I’d no sooner arrive at a family function, and they’d snatch the kids out of my hands so fast and I’d not see them again for the rest of the day. The reality? Notsomuch.

When we go on vacation, I am not one to fall prey to the ubiquitous timeshare salesman, no matter how great the freebie is.  There is no massage, golf package, or sunset booze cruise that is worth my two or three hours I have to sit and listen to someone attempt to sell me a timeshare I am 100% certain I am not going to buy

What is it about the laissez-faire mentality with the second child?  Or I should say, ANY other child after the first one?   I have always heard you are more relaxed with the second one, but this is ridiculous!

Don’t we all have that fear of dropping a baby? As if somehow the baby will slip and launch out of our hands and SMACK-hit the floor? It’s got to be one of our biggest fears. I imagine it’s just the fear of losing control or something. I don’t know. I’m not a psychologist. So what about when it actually happens? I didn’t exactly drop my baby, but I may as well have.

Facebook serves a lot of different purposes for a lot of different people. Some use it to connect with old friends, some use it to stalk ex boy/girlfriends, (or current ones for that matter), some to show off how cute their kids/pets are, and some to keep us up to date on EXACTLY what they are doing every other minute. My personal favorite aspect of Facebook is to keep up on how teenagers communicate with one another. 

It’s bedtime for my son, and my husband is upstairs doing the bath.  My 8-month-old daughter and I on the couch snuggling up and enjoying some girl bonding time. I have always wanted a daughter to bond with like this. It’s during these special moments that I can start to prepare her for the world that awaits her. So that is why we are curled up together watching…that’s right…”THE BACHELOR.”

About 10 years ago I noticed I was having a hard time hearing people, so I had my ears checked. I assumed they’d do a thorough cleaning and find some wax build up and I’d leave with squeaky-clean ears. Instead, I was informed that I had major hearing loss in both ears. “WHAT?” I asked incredulously (which I said partly because I was shocked, and party because I couldn’t hear).

When my son was born, I documented everything to ridiculous proportions. He opened his eyes! Wow! 20 photos. He YAWNED! Video. Oh look, sleeping on Daddy’s chest, another 50 photos, and another 50 the next night of exactly the same thing. Tummy time!? Yep, 20 more. 

When I was little, I remember feeling so deflated when Christmas was over. All that build up, all the anticipation, the thrill of waking up to a sea of gifts and unwrapping them, the high of playing with all the new toys, sharing them with friends, and then…BOOM. OVER. Now I am experiencing Christmas for the first time through the eyes of a 2 year old and I have to admit, I feel the same way all over again

You know you have done it. Or at least thought about it.  You need to run a quick errand but your kids are asleep in the car. What do you do?  Do you really have to unbuckle both kids to drag them with you and disrupt that peaceful time they seem to be having with Mr. Sandman? Can’t you just run in real quick or will you be arrested?

Leave it to toddler story time to help me figure out the meaning of life. As I was sitting with my two year old listening to the storyteller read a Thanksgiving story to a room full of squirmy toddlers, all I kept thinking about was how thankful I am to not be a kindergarten teacher anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I loved teaching kindergarten, but now that I have my own little ones I am more than happy to let somebody else exert that kind of energy.  It was nice to be in the audience for once, and I enjoyed hearing the story from a child’s perspective.

Rainy days are here again. I love lying in bed listening to the sound of the rain on the roof, staying in my pajamas, drinking coffee, reading, watching movies, or catching up on DVR shows. Basically I think rainy days give people an excuse to be lazy and just relax. Oh wait. I have a 2 year old and a baby. Never mind. Scratch that. Scratch ALL OF THAT.

Isn’t it funny how your perspective changes on everything once you become a parent? Halloween is the perfect example. As a kid, you never ever think twice about trick or treating, you just do it! It’s FUN! It’s a rite of passage in our country to do the trick or treating thing. From a kid’s perspective, it’s all about getting as much loot as possible, counting and sorting it when you get home, comparing with your siblings and then hiding it. At least that’s how it was for us. 

I used to be really crafty. As in arts and crafty.  I have a closet full of drawers filled with glitter, pipe cleaners, googley eyes, buttons, construction paper, markers, and yes, I own a glue gun and I know how to use it.

One of my favorite stories that my husband tells is one where he was three years old and was grocery shopping with his mom.

Reality TV has gotten way out of control. The ideas keep getting more and more lame-yet somehow there is money to produce this stuff.

I don't speak French. I have tried so many times to learn but I just can't seem to get it.

I have never had trouble making friends. Even when I was little, I would start a new school, move to a new town, join a swim team and make ten new best friends.

Are you there Mother Nature? It’s me, Zombiemom. I just felt like chatting. I want you to know that I am truly amazed by how you make things work; how the universe just flows.