Mother’s Day Brunch… and I have nothing to wear

I have nothing to wear for Mother’s day brunch at my parents’ house
and a part of me is okay with that
and a part of me isn’t.

This is my first year being a mother of two
I am grateful everyday
for my daughters.
Today will be the first beautiful day of spring
it’s calling for capris
but I just tried mine on
and none of them fit.
None.

I could go shopping
but I am still hoping to drop back to my former self.
I don’t look the way I did
A part of me is okay with that
and a part of me isn’t.

I don’t want my amazing mom to catch me
catching myself
being anything other than grateful.
I have a husband and two daughters that Love me.
I Love them.
Today, I am going to Mother’s day brunch at my parents’
maybe I’ll put on an elastic skirt.
I will not waste time worrying about what clothes to wear
because being a mom fits me perfectly.

New Perfect for Parents Facebook Reactions / Emoticons

With Facebook’s user reaction graphics options expanding beyond merely being able to ‘like’, is it only a matter of time before they introduce more parent-centric choices?

Here are three perfect for parents reactions Facebook may want to introduce:

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How better to express uncontrollable laughter?! For pregnant women, moms and anybody with less than perfect bladder control this is the perfect way to let people know you laughed so hard you peed your pants.

 

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The Pillow. The pillow will be an appreciated response for those who deserve a nap and/or a good night’s sleep. It’s a way of saying, “Hang in there.”

 

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Whether you are saying I hear ya, I’ve been there or a yaas, the echo signals solidarity and support.

Snow Snow Snow

"Cold is my favourite temperature"
“Cold is my favourite temperature”  My 3 year old daughter.

 

When I went to take out the green bin it was clear, that this time the weather forecast was correct – the storm has begun. For those in who are annoyed that tomorrow you will have to get up extra early, to clean the car, and/or be prepared for your extra long commute. I have been there (and will be with you again next year when my mat leave is done). I don’t like cold, I don’t like having to wake up early to clean my car, I don’t like the traffic that always seem twice as bad as usual, I don’t like the drivers fishtailing due perhaps to a disbelief in the value of snow tires. I am not signing up for the I love winter fan club, but I will admit that slowly but surely since having my daughter I’ve been acquiring winter gear. Two years ago it was the good winter jacket, this year it was proper winter boots. And as I type this I am deciding that next year it will be warm gloves. I am not convinced that all this shopping is turning me into a winter lover. But it may be increasing my tolerance.

My daughter on the other hand, went to bed excited. She can’t wait to play in the snow. She will throw snow at me and crack up with a laughter that fills my heart. I will play outside with her and together we will have a great time. She will be the kryptonite to the my heart’s frosty feelings for winter. Please know that while the snow may wreak havoc on your day, it’s bringing an extra bounce to my daughter’s step and she will enjoy making extra deep footprint.

You’ve got to know when to hold ’em

I am not a baker. I’ve historically made delicious cupcakes, always with the help of my good friend, Betty Crocker. As my daughter got older she wanted to help in the kitchen and this included showing an interest in baking. At first, I just bought mixes and we would add water, maybe an egg and/or apple sauce. But I realized I was going to need to move beyond mixes, when one day my daughter was helping with dinner and commented that I likely just needed to add water to make it be delicious.
My newness to baking, and a fear of undercooking food recently lead to a slightly dry banana bread. If you know me well, you’d know that I don’t always know when to fold ’em, walk away or run. Although it was far from amazing, I knew in my heart that I would likely end up eating the majority of the banana bread out of some stubborn loyalty to the effort my daughter and I put into baking. So there I was, me and the less than amazing in yum factor but high on effort and love banana bread.
It was then I realized, that I could double down. So I did what any home cook, who sometimes pretends to be on Chopped, would do. Using some other ingredients including a soon to be stale bread. I decided to make a French Toast Banana Bread Casserole. In the end, the results were AMAZING! That’s right, my sad banana bread went from should be trash to a treasure. As a bonus, my daughter helped to make the casserole and loved being such a great helper. She also loved eating it.
Truth is it was so good, we ended up devouring it before snapping a pic. So in the end, with a bit of creativity I was able to take the bad cards I’d dealt myself, and turn them into aces.

(The photo that I do have was taken prior to being cooked and also prior to me adding brown sugar, maple syrup, butter toping which is really the key to this dish – what wouldn’t go well with that on top).

Banana Bread French Toast Casserole prior to being cooked and prior to me adding a brown sugar, maple syrup, butter toping.
Banana Bread French Toast Casserole prior to being cooked and prior to me adding a brown sugar, maple syrup, butter toping.

For My Daughters

For My Daughters

Although I wish it were not true, believe me when I say that almost every woman I know has found themselves backed into a corner.
Maybe it’s by the boy you think you could marry,
by the girl you have had a crush on for years,
by a friend of a friend, or stranger from the bar,
It may be the first date or the fifteenth.
Sometimes, ‘no’ will come out of your mouth and somehow seem to vanish.
As if unheard, as if unspoken. Other times, ‘no’ will seem impossible.
That does not mean you need to grab its binary opposition. Never say yes,
because you don’t quite want to say no.
It might be, ” Why don’t we just try? Your lips are saying yes….I know you want it – and maybe you do, but not like this, or not right now. Not everybody who is trying to get something from you will seem sinister.
And maybe when they speak you will still be able to see the glimmer in their eye that made you swoon in the first place. Maybe when they speak a part of you will still swoon to the sound of their voice.

In Karate they teach that if you are being strangled the first thing to do, is to put your chin down and to the side. The idea being, with this extra second that you can get a breath. With the ability to breathe you can find the strength to elbow, kick and bite your attacker and hopefully break away.

Metaphoric corners are far more common than literal ones. In these instances your words, will be your power. You may need more than one tactic but keep trying – you are worth the effort.
Sometimes shutting it down forever will be easy as; it’s not you it’s me, I’m not over my ex, or I think I am going to have diarrhea.
Other times confidence will overflow; it will be easy enough to say ‘I want things slow.’
But there will be times, when you may seem stuck, where you can’t see all your options, where everything suddenly fades to black,
where you can’t quite find the words,
when neither yes nor no seems quite right.

In these moments feel free to throw me under the bus.
Say, ’my mom is a bitch who will ground me for a month if I don’t get home – right now’
Say you have your period. Camps. A deadline that slipped your mind. Say you have a cold. Say you are taking medication and just got sleepy. Say you are nauseated, maybe ate a bad lunch.
If none of those seem right, say you have to go to the bathroom. Get an extra breath. Call me any time.
Please, say something because not wanting to say no should not be your silence. Silence should not be your permission. Do not let silence swallow you.
When you are backed into a corner you, know you are in the company of millions of women.
Though you may feel isolated, know you are not alone.
You are going to get out of this.
Take a breath, find your strength and break away.

Damn, I put on pants

At 6:45 heard the phone ring, by the time I was done putting my baby down it was just ahead of 7pm. I returned the call to my cousin, who is also on maternity leave and lucky for me lives only a few blocks away. She wondered if I wanted to do something, ‘I had plans but they were cancelled, and I can’t help but think – Damn I put on pants. Do you want to do something?’ It’s funny because I had already planned my night, and I was looking to catching up on the pvr. But she had put on pants.

I don’t hesitate to agree to go out. As soon as I agree I’m excited. I am quick to mention that I’m in sweat pants, that I will be in sweats if that’s okay. Luckily our plans are pretty casual. But as soon as I hang up the phone I realize that maybe I’d like to get dressed up, in jeans. (So basically I define dressed up the way I used to dress up for Friday night dinners at summer camp). I quickly brush my hair, put on jeans and a shirt. I feel pretty good. Although I’m very skilled at spending an evening chilling on the couch, putting on non-elastic pants is as good a reason as any to go out.

On Sleep: The First 8 Months After Having a Baby

On Sleep: The First 8 Months After Having a Baby

There were times I stayed up dancing
I’ve dined at 24-hour hole-in-the-walls
I have memories of watching sunrises
And although I’d like to be in bed by 10pm, most nights I get lost
In TV, Internet, a book or think spirals
Time is an Olympic sprinter.
But once I’m sleeping
I don’t want to be woken.
I want snooze.
I want my dreams back.
I like sleep
Like poets
Like similes.
I am not alone
Which likely explains why, when people see my baby they often ask me,
“Does she sleep through the night?”

She typically sleeps in four hour increments.
Though, I am not upset
Because one day she will sleep
And I won’t get up to feed her
In the middle of the night
When my world becomes still.
When there is silence
And I’m not tempted to scroll through through my feed
Or feel badly that I’m not folding laundry.
I don’t wonder if I will ever properly fit into my pre-baby clothes,
I don’t have any regrets.
In the middle of the night
My only focus is
On this time
with you.
You become everything
And I am the same to you.
It’s humbling
And more than I could have dreamed.

It is difficult to put into words how much I miss a good night’s sleep,
But it’s harder to express how special I feel about our moment
Sitting in the pocket.
It is only a matter of time before I will get more than four hours of consecutive sleep
and if I am lucky
I will dream
Of the special quiet time
We used to share.

A Baby Parody of Adele’s “Hello”

What’s not to enjoy about Adele. Her latest viral video continues to reinforce that she’d not only be fun to hang out with, she is also the perfect road trip companion. Although my voice leaves much to be desired, both my girls like when I sing to them and to mix it up, I sometimes make song parodies.

Adele’s “Hello” A Baby Parody

Hello, it’s me
I can’t believe after these years that I am a mommy
I fall in love when we first meet.
Nobody told me how long it takes when you breastfeed
You like to poo while you eat
Hello, can you change me
You’ve pooed right up your back, it’s a real poonami
I open your diaper and you pee
Today I’ve done more laundry than I used to do in a week

It’s not even noon I’ve had a full day
Changed you a million times

Hello from the mother side
You may have called a thousand times
My phone’s on silent or I was changing a poo
Maybe feeding those are the main things that I do
Hello from the baby side
Close your eyes I know you are tired
You wake up at night take short naps in the day
‘Sleep like a baby’ something I will not say anymore

Hello, how are you
It’s so typical of you to puke after you burp I’m sorry
You look so cute
Did you think I could resist updating my Facebook profile pic

It’s no secret that all of us
Are head over heals

Hello from the mother side
You may have called a thousand times
My phone’s on silent or I was changing a poo
Maybe feeding those are the main things that I do
Hello from the baby side
Close your eyes I know you are tired
You wake up at night take short naps in the day
‘Sleep like a baby’ something I will not say anymore

Hello from the mother side
You may have called a thousand times
My phone’s on silent or I was changing a poo
Maybe feeding those are the main things that I do
Hello from the baby side
Close your eyes I know you are tired
You wake up at night take short naps in the day
‘Sleep like a baby’ something I will not say anymore

An open letter to Alyssa Milano

I decided to write this letter after watching this clip of Alyssa Milano on the Wendy Williams Show. (The conversation I’m referencing starts at 3:45min).

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An open letter to Alyssa Milano.

First, I want you to know I loved you in “Who’s the Boss?”.

Secondly, I am a mom of two and I just wanted to say thank you for your confident stance on public breastfeeding. For far too long many women have been feeding in bathroom stalls, believing that’s their best option. I can’t believe that this is still an issue that people discuss, as though there is a reason for debate. My three-and-a-half-year-old understands that breastfeeding is natural. Cultures all over the world regard breastfeeding as natural, as you pointed out, your body does too as it’s biology. If people are sexualizing breastfeeding that is their issue, and they can look elsewhere and choose to feed their children differently.

I ended up being to some extent thrust into public breastfeeding, though in a more discrete manner and for me it was a lifesaver. With my first child, I found myself creating a feeding schedule that tended to leave me feeding in the privacy of my own home or in the car, mostly keeping my breastfeeding to a private zone. With my second child however, my ability to control the feeding schedule was shall we say, out the window as soon as my husband returned to work (after a couple weeks home) when walked my older daughter to school. My newborn starting fussing and I realized it was hunger. I needed a solution and STAT. My newborn was already in a baby carrier and covered under a light muslin blanket and I thought perfect, I bet I can adjust myself and feed. And that’s how it was. I would feed on the go. I would walk, do errands, shop, take my toddler to the park or school and all the while I could feed under the privacy of my own muslin blanket. Feeding on the go made it easy to take care of my newborn and toddler when i was by myself. If I got disapproving looks from strangers I never noticed. Perhaps because I was too busy with two kids or maybe there was no public disapproval because it was all fairly discrete…but that is how I wanted it to be.

I just wanted to make it clear that although my choices are more discrete, I am an ally to those who choose to make a more open public feeding choice. I think if more people spoke up about their support, there might be less moms who feel judgement and shame. At this point I think it’s clear, Alyssa, you are the boss!