I am a Stay at Home Mom. I love Chai Lattes, anything chocolate, and all of the Real Housewives. I hate cleaning bathrooms.
I've been with my husband since 2000, married since 2005, and together we have two little girls. Little Bear was born in 2009 and Crazy Plates in 2010.
This is my blog. A place where I share all the fun and frustrating things about being a Stay at Home Mom.
I hope you can enjoy, relate, and have a little laugh.
Monday, July 28, 2014
But, it got me thinking, how do you know? My dad always says, if you wait till you can afford kids, you'll never have them. So, I knew there had to be more ways to know that you are for sure ready to jump into the kiddy pool, so to speak. Here's what I came up with. Let me know if you agree.
1) If you usually spend your Sundays curled up on the couch with a good book, or a Will and Grace marathon and think to yourself, "gee, this just doesn't cut it for me any more. I am bored with lazy Sundays on the couch". Then you're ready for kids.
2) Remember the last blockbuster movie you saw? When it was over, did you find yourself saying, "there just aren't enough high-pitched voices, annoyingly catching musical numbers, or animated animals"? Then you're ready for kids.
3) When walking down the street, in line at the grocery store, or shopping at the mall, do you wonder what people are thinking about you, what you're doing, and how you're doing it, and wish they'd offer some unsolicited advice? Then you're ready for kids.
4) Is privacy no longer an issue for you? Do you feel no shame changing, showering, or going to the washroom in front of an audience? Then you're ready for kids.
5) Do you wake up in the morning and think, "I got way too much sleep. I should really cut back". Then you're ready for kids.
6) Do you find a clean, tidy house boring and pretentious? Then you're ready for kids.
7) Are you tired of people listening to what you say, and doing what you ask, and are looking for someone to challenge you...on everything? Then you're ready for kids.
8) Do you love hot dogs and Goldfish and are looking for an excuse to base your whole diet off these two foods? Then you're ready for kids.
9) Have you had just too many quiet dinners in nice restaurants? Then you're ready for kids.
10) Are you ready to love unconditionally? Then you're ready for kids. Because they're crazy, frustrating, confusing little beings, but they're the best thing that will ever happen to you, and you'll love every minute of it.
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
1) This first hack I can't take credit for because I'm sure I saw it somewhere. But, I don't remember where I saw it, so send your applause my way, and when I remember where I saw this, I'll pass it along. For this idea, head down to your local craft store and pick up some unpainted frames, without glass. Spread some newspaper over your kitchen table and get your kids to paint the frames. Hang them on the wall, and tap in an extra nail inside the framed area near the top. Using a butterfly clip from a stationary store, hang your child's art and voila!
3) I found this pack of 200 cards and 200 envelopes at Target, and I just love it. It was super cheap, and now, I have cards for the next 200 occasions. The girls love making cards for people, so when a card occasion arises, I bring out this bundle and give one to each and there you have it!
7) I'm not the best cook, or house cleaner, more often than not I forget to put sunscreen on the girls before we go to the park. But, one thing I do well is drink chai lattes. One trick is to get it without water. It makes for a bolder chai flavour. I also get it extra hot because a lukewarm chai just isn't that great. But, the real trick is to stick a pen in the little hole opposite the drinking hole. It will make that hole a little bigger, allowing you to drink your chai more smoothly. Remember those giant tins of apple juice? Your mom would pierce it with two holes for an even flow when pouring? It works the same way.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Now that I'm a mom of two, it's a different story. Parenting strategies for disciplining kids may work on Super Nanny, but they don't work in my house. So, I no longer discipline my kids, and here's why...
1) I'm tired. That's it. I'm just plain, old, tired. I've tried everything I can think of to get the girls to eat their veggies, clean up the playroom, and be quiet in restaurants and nothing works. All that effort and arguing and repeating myself over and over again has made me so tired that I've decided the best thing to do is conserve my energy. If they want Goldfish for breakfast, so be it. If they want to stand on their chair at a restaurant, have at it. I need to save my energy for playing with knives and running through parking lots without looking for cars. This is where my limited energy is best spent.
2) One popular discipline tactic is to take away privileges. But, as I have learned, this is more of a punishment for me than it is for the girls. Taking away the TV means no quiet time for mommy. Taking away their favourite toy means they rummage around the playroom with the force of a tornado looking for something else to play with, and coming up empty because no toy is ever good enough, leaving me with a giant mess to clean up since they don't clean up their toys which was the cause of the initial favourite toy removal in the first place. On our way to a birthday party one day, the girls were out of control, not listening to a word I said to them. So, I told them we were staying home and not attending the party. Worst. Mistake. Ever. I love birthday parties, as you know, because my girls are entertained, make a mess of a space that isn't mine, and eat a meal that I don't have to make. Instead they stomped around the house, cried, made a huge mess, and refused to eat the dinner I made. Staying home from the birthday party was definitely a punishment just for me.
3) Lessons, like plane tickets, are not transferable. Exhibit A. Crazy Plates used to try to climb our Grandfather clock, and no matter how many times I told her she was going to get hurt, she kept doing it. Until the clock fell on her. Yes, it actually fell on her. She climbs up on the counter, and no matter how many time I tell her she's going to fall off, she still climbs up. She's fallen off probably 5 times. So far. She was playing with patio stones at Home Depot, and no matter how many times I told her she was going to get hurt, she kept playing with them until she dropped one on her toe requiring 3 stitches. Exhibit B. The girls got a time out for dropping a bottle of baby oil over the staircase and splattering baby oil all over the first floor. The girls got a time out for 'washing' Crazy Plates bed with sun screen. Crazy Plates got a time out after climbing up on the counter and covering herself in olive oil, and still, no lesson was learned, which became clear, when, just last week, we were in Blue Mountain with some friends and they snuck into the bedroom to cover themselves with shampoo and liquid soap.
So, I give up. They win. I'm waving the white flag. I hear the teenage years are easy, so at least I have that to look forward to. Sigh...