Maybe it’s because my team name on the junior olympics in grade school was “the whipped creamers”, but like french fries, who doesn’t love whipped cream?
Yes, some Cool Mom vid’s are more thought out and some are more along the line of, “hey, turn on the camera, look what Rex is up to.” This vid is in the latter category.
It’s like toys. You can buy a mini monster truck, or give them a box.
Or spray a sweet treat in their mouth. Bonding time. Bonding time.
Happy day after Halloween! We are so lucky. Vivien’s school closed today so teachers can do something… that teachers do. Wise, so the hungover and tired families were able to sleep longer.
This morning I told Vivien she could have two pieces of candy. She opted not to pick a Tootsie Roll, ”It get’s in my teeth”. Which brings us to todays video. Oh, and here is a picture of me and the kids last night. Rex did have a superman costume, but hated it so much it made him cry, so I threw the cow pants and Vivien’s Halloween shirt together for his first Trick or Treat outing. My orange cone says “caution: gas leak below,” because fart jokes are ALWAYS funny and I thought it would make me stand out while escorting the kids. It was great that Halloween landed on one of Mark’s night off. He made a great pork roast that we brought over to our friends house and their daughter and Viv are BFF’s so fun had by all. We were in our old neighborhood and I kept making loops in different directions so Vivien would see our old, big house. That can upset her… and me. Best to airbrush it out of our evening.
So, how is it that a mom gets fit? I’m thinking that when Rex goes to preschool I will be able to beat my body into supermodel shape. But, until then, my workout schedule goes something like this…
How do you do it… if you do?
When I’m at the park or play date or pumpkin patch with my kids and I tap out something on my Blackberry, I can feel a little guilty. Shouldn’t I be focused on them and not on my technology? Am I addicted to getting and sending messages? Well, yes, I am… But it occured to me recently that having a PDA has allowed me to make a living and be with my kids. I can be on the beach with them and get an email that someone would like to hire me to do a TV show segment. I can reply, “yes….” Thus, book the job and still be with my kids.
I can get an email, “Would you be cool having XYZ has sponsor on Coolmom? ’Yes, I would I love that product, and I love to monetize when I can, now Rex don’t climb on that goat…’” You see how that works?
If only I could stand correctly…
Here is a little diddy from sister site Momversation.com, or a spin off site as I think of it, to coolmom. The subject is mommy mishaps. The theme of accidently hurting your child has been explored here and here, but sadly, I never seem to rush out of fresh material! Bad mom, bad mom.
Oh, well, just another imperfection we learn to accept.
Note: These vids are from when I was pregnant with Rex and I still lived in my big house and thought I had financial security. Do I look different? Does a financial crisis change your features?
C’mon, Monday morning can hit you like a wet towel across your face when you thought you were getting a hug. I am always behind the eight ball on Monday mornings. It’s post weekend, it’s back to school and work and it’s also after one of the crowded house nights in our home. And I don’t mean the ’80′s band (though let me say that their hit “don’t dream that it’s over” is a big fave of mine and yes, always makes me think of the Sheena Easton/ Don Johnson romance on Miami Vice).
So, Espresso should help, right? As I consume ever more amounts, as the mother of a toddler who still can wake up at night, sometimes I exhibit symptoms similar to Parkinson diesease.
But, I keep going back to the same cure.
As much as I savor Rex’s cute babyhood, now toddlerhood, I do think sometimes, gee, it would be great to take my kids to a movie, a restaurant, or on a plane for more than two hours without giving me an ulcer.
Well, I got a little peak at the future and it was good.
I feel very lucky to have had my little guy. I think I’m more keenly aware of that blessing since I had a miscarriage after Vivien. I also love that I birthed a terrific straight man. For someone who loves comedy as much I do, this is pretty awesome.
(Btw, I am writing this with 3 generations of noise makers right behind me right before dinner. ”Yes, the leaf for the table is under Oliver’s bed….” “Rex went to the potty? Oh, yeah, he knew he was peeing in his diaper,” etc. Photo of it here)
Anyway, back to the video of the day. In all the bits and pieces of life, it’s easy to keep charging instead of savoring my baby.
Now, as for my inherent motor mouth and self involvement, that’s another story.
I have a feeling I’m not the only one a tad interested in this story.
Ever have moments of nihilism or insecurity? Of course you do, you are human. What if when you sat down to watch a little TV, this commercial came on….