My sister Carole is here again, so we can talk about how special and wonderful our children are. Or rather, how special and wonderful and brilliant we all decided they are going to be. There are even tests you can give your little Mozart.
Do we go overboard with this stuff? Well, it’s better than neglecting them.
Cue the music, I have a special guest star on Coolmom today: My big sister Carole! Carole is a delight and I’ve always wanted her to have a blog as she writes like a modern day Dorthy Parker. We shot this a couple of weeks ago (as I haven’t been shooting any yuck, yucks just yet). The week my dad died Carole and I hung out together a lot. It really helped to be able to speak to someone who felt exactly the same way. Then Carole left for a long planned trip to Italy with her family and my other sister Cecily came back to town and I had her to lean on. Phew.
Anyway, Carole is a fun person and I thought she would be fun to play with here. Will this be the only vid she is in? Only Just one? We’ll see.
Once again, my big sis Carole is helping me out with blogging, since she can’t help with nursing. And what is the deal with playdates? Where did the name come from?
photo credit: Kelly Sue
Playdates (is it officially one word or two?) came up while Daphne and I were enjoying our annual Monday night “Mom’s Out” cocktail. (We’ve done it once, but it could be a trend.)
It seems that Vivien’s dance card is packed with playdates; the phone rings off the hook with playdate requests.
This reminds me so much of what happened when my son Charlie was Vivien’s age. I was running myself ragged going here and there and everywhere on playdates that took too much of our time. Playdating is no
different than “grown-up ” dating (except for the chaperons). You cannot say “YES” to everyone, nor should you. Of course, it is beneficial for your child to have social interaction with children, but once they are in pre-school, it is built in– and sometimes I wondered who the playdates were for…. the child or the parent?
Playdates, like everything else should be done in moderation. Now that my son is 11, I suggest that all playdates take place right after school in the park (neutral territory) and as I reassured Daphne– it really is OK
to just say no to a playdate.
Since I have my hands full with a new baby and going back to work, my big sister Carole is going to pitch in with some blogs. She is a witty, wonderful woman who recently drove me home from work. Who knew what she was thinking? Well now we do.
As I was driving Daphne home from work yesterday (doctor’s orders after the C-section), she excitedly pulled up her shirt and showed me her semi-flat belly, at the same time casually mentioning that she had hopped on the scale that morning and had already lost 16 pounds. (I waited about 3 months to attempt this after my son was born, and it took me another 3 months to recover from the number blinking back at me.)
Well, sibling rivalry does not begin to cover the envy and jealousy (and did I mention envy?) that I had after she told me this! I jokingly asked her to get out of my car and then reconsidered when I realized we were on a busy section of Hollywood Blvd. I have to hand it to Daphne; she only gained 32 pounds with Rex, and I gained over 50 when my son Charlie was born. (He is 11 now.) I was on a non-stop quest for prime rib and hot fudge sundaes when I was pregnant. So what took me a couple of years to achieve, she did in a week and half. Is it just me, or are you thinking it too… how dare she?