My Kid’s Nap Is Exhausting Me

Maybe I’ve blown it. I lie down with my daughter for her naps and bedtime; I have to be out of the house for her to allow anyone else to do it. And even then, with babysitter, dad, aunt, grandma… it can be a struggle. I don’t mind doing it most of the time. I am ready to sack out at any given moment, so often it’s fine with me. But lately, I had three days running where she was not going to sleep.  

So I become mommie dearest. If I really can’t get her to nap, then she has to stay in her room for the “nap time” and I go to my room and either sleep – rare – or watch MSNBC.

Art I Will Keep

I’ve griped about the mountains of artwork the kidlets bring home. Am I heartless for not wanting it all? I am saving a few things, or I’ll save things for a few weeks and then rotate them out.

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But this Obama plate she made at school recently is going in the archives. Think how excited I would be if my mom pulled out a McGovern plate I had made back in the day. And he didn’t even win!

This also cracks me up because it shows what a liberal bastion her preschool is. No parent complained.

On Momversation: What’s Up With Celebrity Kids?

This is not an advice-question for the Momversation team of mom-bloggers. But it’s one that I have often asked myself and friends: When did celebrity kids become such a big deal? And isn’t kind of weird? What’s the source?  Do people really want to know that much about small people who’ve done nothing to earn their fame? Are they not the Joe the Plumber of the tabloids? I found one article that says celebrity obsession is harmful to kids. But no study yet on what a fixation on Shiloh and Suri does.

What do you think?

Bracing for the New Baby

As my girth enlarges, I’m starting to get a tad bit of new-baby dread. Here’s what I’m thinking about:

1) Worrying that he is healthy. The mind, goes doesn’t it? I was lying in bed last night rubbing my belly, sending him good vibes and chants of “healthy, healthy.”

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2) Vaccinations. Going through the shots again! I learned with Vivien that I really had to sack up for those. And since I’m having a boy, I’m more freaked out about the whole autism/shot link.

3) Choking. I’m so in preschooler comfort-zone that I kind of forgot until last night about the choking thing. Mashing up food in tiny, tiny amounts, and spooning it in. I saw a little bracelet Viv was given on the floor last night, and since bending over is not my strong suit these days, I left it.  Then I thought, wait! Soon I will have to clear the decks of all little bits, as Junior will be jamming it all in his mouth.

4) C-section recovery. Particularly those first two hours, when I felt like I was sliding off the face of the earth. Pretty uncomfortable.  Not acute pain, but unpleasant. I had planned to have a vaginal delivery the first time, so I had a nice doula who held my hand and that really helped during the transition back to earth as my family ran around with excitement, which at that moment I could not share. When my sister had her C-section, she seemed so happy afterwards. Hmm, I missed that gene. Should I have the doula again? Does it make sense to have one just for two hours?

I’m sure other worries will come…

Older Dads

Here’s a Cool Mom video guest-starring my husband, Mark Peel! I wanted to get his take on having children who range in age from 25 to six-and-a-half-months in utero. Or as I like to say, Mark is single-handedly trying to shore up Social Security. I wonder if it’s ’cause he was raised a Mormon…

Potty Patriotism

Like so many of motherhood’s hurdles – weaning, getting the baby off the bottle, remembering that my vagina used to be used for sex – toilet training seemed insurmountable. Now we’ve finally had a breakthrough. Praise the Lord.

Charity to Charity

How many times have you gotten a request from a friend to support them in a run/walk/swim/trip to a developing nation? I just gave some money to one request as I periodically do, but I’d love to blow most of them off.  Oh, wait, that’s right, I do. 

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Number one, there’s so many of them.

Number two, it takes a certain amount – sometimes quite bit – of the money raised to actually finance the triathlon or what have you. If the person wants to raise money for a cause, I would be more apt to give if it was, “Hey, I decided this year I want to raise money for (fill in the blank disease or cause). I’ve kicked in a grand, would you please give what you can?” I think too often, while part of their heart is in the right place, part of it also wants to see if they can do a 10k. I don’t ask anyone to pay for my training. If I had any.

My feeling on this is also colored because years ago, a boyfriend was going on an AIDS ride in Alaska. He loved to work out, so he liked the physical challenge. He had to raise about $3,600, at least half of which paid for the ride. It was a drag while he was raising it, and he would be gone for two weeks. I didn’t want him to go. I said, “Raise a grand, give it to AIDS, and stay at home.” He went anyway and came home talking about what an “incredible experience it was.” I couldn’t share his enthusiasm, much as I guess Jennifer Aniston didn’t share Brad Pitt’s excitement for his film “Mr. and Mrs. Smith.” Weeks later, he finally confessed what I had an inkling of: he’d had oral sex with a female masseuse from New York in a tent in Alaska. What charitable people!

Mommy Needs a Manicure

When I was pregnant with Viv, I still got weekly manicures, but my pretty acrylic nails had to come off – the smell and sensation were too much.  

Then new motherhood found me a wreck. For manicures, I used to go to the same Vietnamese lady I see to get my eyebrows waxed. I look like Dukakis if I don’t get my eyebrows done, and for that regimen I can hold Vivien while the woman waxes my brows. Recently she begged me to get my nails done as I was rushing out the door. She said, “Before baby, always time for nails. Now, no more.” I looked down at my nails, and they did look pretty bad.

So now I’m back to trying to get them done about every two weeks. But it doesn’t always work. And when it doesn’t, I have days like I describe in this video.

Maternity Clothes Are a Racket!

Well, maybe they’re not entirely a racket, but I have had a revelation about maternity clothes during this pregnancy. Often NON-maternity clothes can work better than maternity clothes.

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The crack wardobe department at TV Guide channel brought this home at my fittitng. (A fitting is when I try on a bunch of outfits to see if they will work for the next month of shows.) Check out the cute black dresses (one above and one below). NOT maternity.  

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Almost all of the clothes I have worn on the show are not maternity wear, and they are adorable. Who’d a thunk? The clothes they put me in either have an empire waist or a stretchy jersey that leaves room. Lauren Francis (in pic behind me) and Amanda Jones have done the hard part, going to Bloomingdales, Macy’s, Target to find things and I only need to try them all on. But I’m telling  you, the prego dresses were shaped like potato sacks and they often cost more than the regular clothes.

I have a pair of maternity jeans and a maternity jean skirt that have such a constricting waistband, I lose my breath when I put them on. I never feel like that with the NON-maternity clothes.

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I do have these Pea in the Pod slacks I bought for this pregnancy (above). They are comfortable and good for work. I think the chief reason I like this waistband is not because it grows as I do, but because I pee so much, it’s easier just to pull down my trousers as opposed to unsnapping and unzipping each time. Jeez, I’ll be back in the loo by the time I get zipped up again.

Facebook Friends? Forget It!

Why do I keep getting roped into these social networking websites? LinkedIn, Facebook… I think I even flirted with Classmates.com. But who am I going to network with? Casting directors? They don’t hire hosts off websites. Friends? Don’t I already email them and talk about getting together, though we never do? Do I really need a site like Facebook to reinforce that we are essentially lonely people on a lonely planet? Guess I do.