This was sent to me as an email forward. I thought it was too true and should be shared.
Real Mothers don’t eat quiche,
they don't have time to make it.
Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils
are probably in the sandbox.
Real Mothers often have sticky floors,
filthy ovens and happy kids.
Real Mothers know that dried play dough
doesn't come out of carpets.
Real Mothers don't want to know what
the vacuum just sucked up.
Real Mothers sometimes ask 'Why me?'
and get their answer when a little
voice says, 'Because I love you best.'
Real Mothers know that a child's growth
is not measured by height or years or grade...
It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother...
Monday, December 1, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Elf Yourself
I strongly encourage all moms out there to take an hour of your time and create some stress reducing media for your family. Even though I'm sleep deprived, and caring for my third baby, I took some time out to really capture the Christmas spirit and I was happy I did. The end result is to be cherished time and time again. Check it out and then make your own! Your family will thank you.
Send your own ElfYourself eCards
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
The Perfect Nap
A week after giving birth to my third child, I decided I was due for a nap. The adrenaline and newness of everything was wearing off and I was exhausted. I checked my calendar and decided a particular Tuesday would be the perfect time to take my nap. My Mother in Law would be visiting to tend to my toddler and my husband would be working from home to intercept any inevitable interruptions.
When my scheduled nap time approached I made sure everything was ready. The baby was well fed, my toddler had plenty to do. I hadn't had any caffeine all morning. I was ready for a good 2 hours of sleep. It was perfect. I crept into bed and quickly drifted off to sleep.
Rewind my story to three years ago when we looked at our house while house shopping. We noticed a large field behind our house that was connected to the nearby high school by a small path. We asked the existing home owners if much noise came from that field. The woman lied and said, "not at all." After purchasing the house we were shocked that following August when the High School Marching Band started using that field sporadically for practice. Since then we've spent thousands of dollars upgrading the windows on the back side of our house to try to block out some of the noise.
Back to my nap, you've guessed it. About 20 minutes after I fell asleep, just long enough to really be out of it, the band started up. Not the whole band, mind you, only the percussion section. I jumped awake and stumbled downstairs to tired to even cry.
Next time I'll have to remember to cross reference my calendar with the practice schedule of the band to choose my nap time.
When my scheduled nap time approached I made sure everything was ready. The baby was well fed, my toddler had plenty to do. I hadn't had any caffeine all morning. I was ready for a good 2 hours of sleep. It was perfect. I crept into bed and quickly drifted off to sleep.
Rewind my story to three years ago when we looked at our house while house shopping. We noticed a large field behind our house that was connected to the nearby high school by a small path. We asked the existing home owners if much noise came from that field. The woman lied and said, "not at all." After purchasing the house we were shocked that following August when the High School Marching Band started using that field sporadically for practice. Since then we've spent thousands of dollars upgrading the windows on the back side of our house to try to block out some of the noise.
Back to my nap, you've guessed it. About 20 minutes after I fell asleep, just long enough to really be out of it, the band started up. Not the whole band, mind you, only the percussion section. I jumped awake and stumbled downstairs to tired to even cry.
Next time I'll have to remember to cross reference my calendar with the practice schedule of the band to choose my nap time.
Friday, October 31, 2008
The Diffference Between Your First Baby and Third
I've just had my third baby and have noticed some major differences in how I've planned and cared for my first and third baby. Of course, my second fell somewhere in between these.
Shopping for furniture, swings, bouncers etc.
Shopping for furniture, swings, bouncers etc.
- First baby - buy top of the line furniture and accessories. You own every invention know to man to make having a baby easier by 20 weeks of your pregnancy.
- Third baby - you start to beg, borrow and steal any vital items (crib) three days before your due date.
- First baby - you choose the most beautiful bag and have it stocked with diapers, a change of clothing, first aid kit, changing pad, tissues, wipes, etc. long before baby arrives or has any use for it.
- Third baby - you grab a bag the morning of baby's one week check up and throw anything into it you see. Realizing once you get to the Dr.s office you don't have wipes.
- First baby - clothes are all washed with tags removed weeks before baby comes. Of course you only use Dreft detergent.
- Third baby - you rip the tags off and put the outfit directly onto baby skipping the initial wash. Once dirty, clothes are washed with the rest of the laundry in whatever detergent is on the shelf.
- First baby - every decision is weighed on what effect it will have on the baby's future. For example, should I give the baby a pacifier? Should I hold baby for naps? Should I pat baby to sleep? You ask yourself if doing this once will create a habit for baby.
- Third baby - you do whatever it takes to get 10 minutes of sleep. It's survival.
- First baby - you time or record the amount of ounces baby eats. Keeping track of number of dirty and wet diapers. Even creating a database to keep track of all baby's incoming and outgoing food and waste to be sure the baby is getting enough nourishment.
- Third baby - you put the boob or bottle in baby's mouth when baby cries.
Friday, October 10, 2008
How NOT to care for a baby! Great Pics!!
I came across this blog today and died of laughter at the pictures! It's a must see. My favorite is the mom washing the baby with the hose. I love to use my hose for washing off everything and it just made me laugh because I think I would actually do it. Check it out!!
hipchicagomom musings: How to not care for a baby
hipchicagomom musings: How to not care for a baby
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