Summary of Parenthood

I don’t know why I haven’t kept up with the blog regularly as of late. It’s so often my lifeline as well as my very important connection of each of you, but lately there’s so much life happening that I get in bed and crash. Okay, if I’m being¬†really honest, I get in bed, turn on Netflix, completely zone out, then crash. What I’m trying to say, is that I miss you. I miss you, and I have a quick “how my¬†baby changed my life” story¬†to share. Then, it’s time to crash… Netflix is already streaming in the background.

Luna, my love, my angel child… she has truly tested me in every way this week. I had my first “Stop what you are doing and come home and save me NOW” text to Husband. I needed/need a break from her desperately. I love the kid with every fiber of my being, but for God’s sake child, I need to breathe and maybe even sleep past 5am. Anyways, as I attempted to give her dinner tonight she once again showed me just how well she can act as though she is starving while simultaneously gagging at everything I tried to feed her.

This is Luna having a meltdown after I refused to let her eat a banana peel out of the garbage. BTW, this was not a one time occurrence. She LOVES banana peels.
This is Luna having a meltdown after I refused to let her eat a banana peel out of the garbage. BTW, this was not a one time occurrence. She LOVES banana peels.

She screamed, knocked the spoon out of my hand, threw her food to the dog, kicked, tried to climb out of her high chair and then begged for more food when I took it away. Finally, I just stopped. I stared at her and said, “Fine. Don’t eat. Just scream. I’ll eat it.” So, ¬†I sat and started eating the delicious dinner I made for her. She stared back and for a while we sat in silence. I thought,¬†what the hell am I doing wrong this week? She thought¬†Why the hell aren’t you feeding me cheddar bunnies?¬†Or, so I assume.

She gave up screaming, looked at me a while and started happily babbling. Her babbles made me forget how annoying she was just 30 seconds ago. “I love you, you know. Even though, you are driving me crazy, I love you with my whole heart,” I told her, because it’s true and because I feel the need to tell her this very often. She started babbling back and we began a game of “try to say what Mommy says”. My new favorite game. So, I tried getting her to say “I love you.”

I slowly said, “I” and she very excitedly said “eye!” and pointed to her eye. Yay! She is finally learning her body parts! Now, I was excited and said “nose”, and she touched her nose. Then, I said “lips” and she reached for my lips. Then, I said “ears” and she grabbed her ear. This was the first time she found all four and it was certainly a moment for celebration. We clapped and cheered and said more words and then…THEN¬†she very happily ate the rest of her dinner.

MIRACLE.

By the time she finished eating I had tears in my eyes. I, as I so often do, found myself just staring at this little miracle that has become my whole life. This little baby that is growing and changing and learning so much so fast. How does this tiny little being make me want to pull my hair out and runaway to Mexico and thirty seconds later make me melt into a puddle of Mommy mush, weeping over her adorable baby?

She's pretty cute, most of the time.
She’s pretty cute, most of the time.

I think that is the summary of parenthood. They steal our sanity and hearts constantly. They are killing us and giving us life everyday. They are the one and only beings that can toss our made-from-scratch dinner to the floor, yell at us for cheese crackers and make us completely forget it ever happened with one little wet sloppy kiss (or by simply pointing to their eye). They can bring us to tears of frustration to tears of joy in a matter of seconds.

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Our love for them is unconditional.

Good thing too. Otherwise, I’d have given up on nap time ages ago.

Plus, they’re pretty darn cute.

Cheers.

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I Suck at Cloth Diapering

Before Luna was born I made the decision to cloth diaper. It’s what all the cool Moms do now. It’s all over Pinterest, the blogs, the Mom groups and for good reasons too. It’s better for the baby’s skin, it saves money and is better for the environment. Plus, you get to buy all these adorable printed diaper covers. It was a no-brainer for me, but Husband had his doubts. He tried to argue that it would be difficult, time-consuming and expensive, but me and the many Internet articles I researched convinced him to let me go for it. And, go for it, is what I did.

Many moons ago, I wrote a cloth diaper review for a Thirsties brand diaper. In the review, I mentioned that I would soon write a blog about the do’s and don’t of cloth diapering. In case you’re wondering, that¬†never happened. I kept waiting to “figure it out” and actually learn the “in’s and outs”. Along the way, I even made mental notes of what I learned, but mostly¬†mostly I thought how much it all sucked. The changing, the rinsing, the washing, the stripping, the hanging, the drying, the folding,¬†the smell and then repeat, repeat, repeat.

I have read so many of the “cloth diapering guru” blogs. I tried very hard to follow their tips and advice. I trusted all of their opinions and read all about their best brands, top detergents and must-follow rules. Now, I don’t want to say that any of these bloggers are liars. In fact, I’m sure they are not lying, but maybe, possibly, they are writing their cloth diapering experience through rose-colored glasses. Either that or I am just terrible at cloth diapering, which in all honestly is highly likely. Let me explain.

First of all, I suck at laundry. If you use cloth diapers you have to wash them all. the. time. It’s not just throwing¬†them in the washer either. You have to separate the inserts before putting them in your expensive and lined diaper pail. If they’re poopy then you have to either dump them or spray them off in the toilet first. (Yes, we bought an attachment sprayer for our toilet.) In the washer, you must pre-wash, wash on hot, add an extra rinse cycle and use a special detergent. On top of that, if you have a high-efficiency washer, as I do, then plan to add a couple soaking wet towels and possibly a few more steps. Fun, eh? Oh, and because I suck at laundry and the diapers take over 2 hours to wash, I sometimes, almost always, forget them in the washer and then have to re-wash them. Wee!

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Luna and I very often spend all day out of the house. The majority of days we are gone all day, which means I have to pack A LOT of diapers. The cloth diapers are giant, so they take up tons of room in the diaper bag, so I often end up taking two bags. When the diapers are dirty, and we are out, I have to put them in a “wet bag” to keep them nice and sealed until¬†we are home, which means I must carry around giant clean diapers¬†and heavy dirty diapers. The biggest problem, is planning to do enough laundry to have enough spare diapers when we are out all day. It’s exhausting.

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Then, there is the smell. Because I am no good at stripping diapers and can never line-dry them because I always manage to wash them on a rainy day, my cloth diapers reek of ammonia. It is probably one of the worst smells ever. The worst is after Luna wakes up in the morning. I swear those night-time diapers could knock you off your feet. In fact, the smell is probably what’s waking her at 6am every morning.

The absolute worst part about my whole cloth diapering experience, is that I have had to admit that Husband is right. This so rarely happens, and it’s so painful. It’s true, though. He was right. Cloth diapering is not for us. We haven’t give up yet. And by¬†we I mean¬†he. If it were solely my decision I’d have Amazon Prime send me disposables ASAP, but Husband is determined to use the diapers I insisted we buy. I do not give up easily though… if I can convince him to use cloth, I can convince him otherwise. Let the “pro-disposable diaper research” begin!

BTW, I am fully aware that cloth diapering can work and be great for many families, and kudos to you who do it and do it well. I have much respect for you and your ability to do laundry well and in a timely manner. I think you deserve some sort of medal for pulling it all off. However, I also believe that maybe I should get some sort of reward¬†for being so self-aware and willing to admit I was wrong. Right? That’s not easy. So, can we all just get a big pat-on-the-back* because no matter how you do it, diapers suck.

Cheers!

*By “pat-on-the-back” I definitely mean a big latte.

How to Be a Successful Parent

Lately, I’ve seen several articles come up in my news feed with titles like 5 Tips to Being a Successful Stay-at-Home Mom, 10 Ways to Win at Being a Working Mom, or 7¬† Habits Every Best Mom Does Daily.¬†I read a few, out of curiosity. I mean, who knew there were a set number of steps to take to succeed at parenting?? I began reading expecting to feel a little worse about myself afterward, and I wasn’t disappointed, although not exactly right either.

If I were to sum up the advice it would be to stick to a schedule, stay organized, take time for yourself, keep your house clean, meal plan/prep, have date nights…in other words, do it all. I totally¬†understand¬†this advice. These things are important and helpful,¬†but¬†if you are not doing these things daily, (and none of us are, am I right?) I have a sneaky little feeling that you can still be a “successful parent”. In fact, I’m sure of it. So sure, that I made my very own list of¬†How to be a Successful Parent.

1.  Feed your kid. Keeping them hydrated is good too.

2. Give them a roof to sleep under. A tent counts.

3. Do what you can to keep them from harm. Like, running with knives and playing in the medicine cabinet should definitely not be allowed.

4. Lead by example. If you want them to treat others kindly, do the same. (However, slipping up is cool too. They should know we all make mistakes.)

5.¬†Love them.¬†It’s what they need most.

At the end of the day if you all survived, then give yourself a pat on the back because you are one successful parent. Hurrah!

She's alive, healthy, fed and definitely under a roof.
She’s alive, healthy, fed and definitely under a roof.

AND, if you managed to survive the day and clean your house then you most definitely deserve some ice cream.

Cheers!

11 Months, Nope Not Possible

I’m a few days late, but on the 29th Luna turned 11 months old. How is it possible that my newborn baby is almost one!? Didn’t I just have her? I’m still recovering for goodness sake, how have 11 months come and gone??¬†It’s not until I see an actual newborn while out and about that I realize how grown¬†Luna actually is. In my eyes, she is a teeny tiny little wrinkly ball of fresh baby. From my point of view, I just became a Mother. I’m still learning. I’m still exhausted. I’m still trying to get the hang of this. Yet, I’m not a new Mom, and Luna is definitely not a newborn.

11 months

During her 11 month Luna learned to do so much! She walks! I mean she can walk. She took her first step and has gradually walked more and more each day. Over the last couple of days she has chosen to walk just about everywhere. She now copies so much of what we do, and it is adorable. We spend hours clapping, playing peek-a-boo, making funny noises and putting our hands in the air. She loves attention and making us laugh.

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She also shown an affinity for Taylor Swift, especially¬†Shake it Off.¬†It has proven to be one of the 3 things that stops a meltdown in a matter of seconds. (The other two being boobies and cheerios.) Not only does it make her happy, but she literally “shakes” it off. She twists and shakes¬†and shimmies her shoulders! It is hysterical and definitely the cutest thing ever in the history of cute. Well, that and when she attempts to throw the ball for Belle…or when we say “yay” how she claps for herself and then throws her hands in the air. What can I say? She’s just one cute kid.

This is how she walks...like a drunk Godzilla
This is how she walks…like a drunk Godzilla

This month has been another exciting month of adventures too. She volunteered with me at the Children’s Hospital and helped pack food boxes for two different organizations. She “ran” a holiday ¬†5k, made Christmas ornaments, met Santa, saw a Christmas musical, ¬†celebrated Hanukkah, saw the lights and ICE! at Opryland, and her had first Christmas! We got her a little trampoline for her first Christmas, but her favorite thing to play with was a box of animal crackers that she carried around all morning like a purse, go figure.

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I cannot believe that I will be describing her first birthday to you in less than a month. Be prepared for lots of sentimental posts around the 29th! Thank you all for stopping by and keeping up with me and this little ham!

Princess Luna
Princess Luna

Cheers!

Luna is 10 Months Old!

I have lots of cool things to brag about this month…Luna is amazing and doing amazing things. Really, she’s a doll. But, hold cow I. AM. EXHAUSTED. Between driving to and from Texas, having guests, getting everything ready for the holidays and Luna NEVER sleeping I am running on fumes…coffee fumes. Can I just tell you about how I can’t manage to get one single thing done instead? Or, how I feel like a failure because I have no clue how to get my daughter to sleep through the night? I’m tired. I’ll just share Luna’s cute pictures instead.

10 months

 

Luna is so darn active that it is quite the challenge to get a non-blurry photo of her. For this particular photo session, she insisted on having Minnie Mouse, in her mouth, for every picture.

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Luna has developed a sense of humor and is always trying to get us to laugh. The other day she slid down a couple of steps on her belly only and after I laughed at her she decided to do it over and over and over again. She is into everything too. She loves pulling everything out of the kitchen cabinets, digging in the fridge, taking out all of my shoes, finding her Cheerios hidden in my diaper bag and then laughing anytime we tell her, “no”. Little stinker.

Poor baby had her second flu shot, hence the bandaid.
Poor baby had her second flu shot, hence the bandaid.

She may ware me out, but this girl has my whole heart in the palm of her itty bitty hand. The other day I left her for a few hours with her Daddy and when I came home she squealed with excitement and raced to me. It was one of the greatest feelings, right up there with the time Santa pointed to me and shouted “Happy birthday” on my actual birthday in the middle of a huge Disney Christmas parade.

look at me, look at me!
look at me, look at me!
Hey Mom, I can clap!
Hey Mom, I can clap!

I am so tired, but I am one very lucky Mommy.

Cheers!

Luna is 9 Months Old!

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9 months. Where is time going? How is to going so fast?? This child brings so much joy, adventure, challenges and love to our lives everyday. I am constantly surprised by her and I swear I fall more in love with her all the time. I could stare at her all day and I love watching her learn more and more as each week passes, but I also just want to press pause for a moment. There are certainly times I get exhausted and frustrated (diaper changes with a wiggle worm and night time with a Mama’s girl), but then she smiles or laughs or sleeps in my arms or learns how to stand, and I just want to remember that moment forever and ever.

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This month has been a busy one. Luna went to her first art museum, where she learned to paint for the first time. We all went to Gentry Farm to pick out Luna’s first pumpkins. Then, there was our big trip to NYC, where Luna had MANY firsts. She’s also been to the zoo for the first time (and second time), ran the Boo Bash Dash, had a few playdates, visited Cheekwood, and actually slept through the night one night! (That last one is possibly the biggest accomplishment of all.)

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I swear this child has done more in 9 months than I did the first 20 years of my life. Lucky duck.

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She is a speed crawler and a cruiser these days. She is FAST and gets into everything…including, but not limited to, dog food, cat food, chocolate, muffins, my underwear drawer, anything that’s plugged in and pretty much anything she shouldn’t touch. She is eating more solids foods, like cheerios (and pet food, unfortunately), and has even had some Mexican food. I am 99% sure she has said “Mama” to me on more than one occasion, and she is definitely understanding words like, “mama”, “more”, “no” and “Luna”. She even understands some sign language, but has yet to sign to me.

I can’t believe it’s already time for the holidays, and will be Luna’s first birthday soon after! So many things to look forward to!

Cheers!

8 Months Seems to Be the Magic Month

8 months

I am in shock at how much Luna has changed this month, just the past couple of weeks really. She is crawling all over the place, pulls up to standing on absolutely anything within reach, climbs up steps and has even stood on her own a few times. It’s way too much, too fast. Once she discovered she can crawl she started doing more and more everyday. I swear if I leave her in the middle of the carpet with a stuffed animal for two seconds, she’ll manage to get an electrical chord, a knife, a valuable piece of jewelry and my cell phone in her hands. That kid is ninja.¬†She also sprouted two teeth this last week! I’m afraid she’s going to be driving by the end of the week.

It was near impossible to snap of photos of her today. She is constantly on the move!
It was near impossible to snap of photos of her today. She is constantly on the move!

Over the last month Luna has begun “talking” nonstop. She babbles new syllables all the time. She growls, squeals, laughs, blows raspberries, hums and is surprisingly loud. I’m also 94% sure she said “mama” to me a couple of weeks ago and then said “dada” to Peter last week. It hasn’t’ happened again though, so I can’t be sure.

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She has now been to 3 other kid’s birthday parties and a few adult birthday parties as well. (Birthday season has begun.) We go to Whole Foods once a week for kids’ hour, the library and the park all the time. She has celebrated Rosh Hashanah, met some new friends and is an incredibly social and happy baby. She couldn’t make me any happier.

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Well….unless maybe she slept all night. Yeah, that would definitely make me a little happier. In fact, it’s almost midnight now, she’s sleeping and I’m not. I should probably cut this one short. Night Night.

Cheers!