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If my daughter is Supergirl, does that make me Supermom?

Wednesday, January 26th, 2011

I hope so, though rarely do I feel like it. Yesterday morning I thought I had a chance at capturing the title. It started with waking up at 5:30a.m. to do a mini-workout before the girls got up. Amara woke up at 6:30am and Aya by 7am. By 9am I had them fed, dressed, and dishes washed. I was caffeinated, dressed, and even had time to eat a bite myself. I must have been feeling ambitious because I decided it was a perfect day to whip up a Supergirl cape for Aya.

A little back story… Aya comes home from DayCare constantly talking about playing “Supergirl.” What I’ve gathered so far is that Supergirl(s) go to a special school to  learn how to fight. They have power but when they die they have to wait for their power to come back. They work in conjunction with “Rodax” and “Bouncy Eyes” to fight bad guys. Bottom line is, I have no idea what she’s talking about. But I know she loves it and I thought I should try to take an interest in her interests.

Fast forward to Sunday. The girls’ eyes look a little pink, mind you I had JUST taken Amara in on Saturday to make sure she didn’t have an ear infection. We got the all clear but when I took the girls on Monday, sure enough, pink eye for both and an ear infection for Amara. This resulted in me staying at home with the munchkins for two days.

So back to Supergirl capes. I had some random scraps of fabric and began piecing together a cape for Aya then I realized that every superhero needs a sidekick so I figured I should make something up for Amara as well. Here was the result… be kind, I had about an hour and a half of work time while Aya watched “Alpha and Omega” (which I love by the way) and sewed half of them with Amara on my lap watching.

A couple side notes…. Although I started out strong in feeling like I could be the best mom ever, the evening ended with one random meal thrown together, the longest time-out ever,  and FINALLY some Francis Coppola Claret (FYI, I share this link and info cause I like it, not cause I’m a wine connoisseur) . On the upside, I consulted with my husband (the graphic designer) and the photo below may be the first time I’ve appropriately used Comic Sans. :)

Advice to the First Time Mom [My-so-called Wednesday Pearls of Wisdom]

Wednesday, January 19th, 2011

Yesterday’s post got me thinking about my ‘mommy-and-me’ friends and what it meant to be a First Time Mom (FTM). I was inspired to write a little something…

My advice to the FTM (OBVIOUSLY  this is my own personal opinions/views)

Make other FTM friends. No one else will obsess with you the way a fellow FTM will about (in no particular order): newborn poo, pee, sleep, breathing, dry skin, long fingernails, head shape/size/hair, feeling like a cow (both in weight and functionality), newborn poo, pee, sleep, and did I mention poo, pee and sleep?

Make other FTM friends. They will understand and even make you laugh when you’re having a difficult day/child/husband.

Make other FTM friends, it’s nice and comforting to have other mom friends whose kids are going through the same phases at the same time. As they say, misery loves company.

Make other mommy friends cause they will enjoy taking a moms night out with wine as much as you do.

If you have to go back to work, make other working mom friends. They will help you through the mom guilt/daycare worries/and general working mom frustrations.

Enjoy the newborn phase. It goes by quick. Very quick.  So quickly you may even sleep through it.

Sleep when the baby sleeps. This piece of advice is so over stated but widely underused. You’ll be a happier FTM for it.

Don’t feel guilty about rocking your baby to sleep. ever. They want you and need you. They have their whole toddler and teenage years to “do things by themselves.”

If you know you have to go back to work, start looking into childcare EARLY!

Things I wish I would have invested in and/or still want…

A high powered hand vacuum. Perfect for picking up cheerios. Everywhere.  OR a Roomba, then I wouldn’t have to even do it myself.

A video monitor. More so now then in the beginning. Now that Amara likes to climb or “seek and destroy” and Aya likes to draw and play in her room, it’d be nice to know what’s going on BEFORE I hear a thud/scream/cry.

If I knew then what I know now (from the mom-of-a-4-yearold-and-16-month-old perspective)

Newborns move less, sleep more, and eat better than 4 year olds. Enjoy it while it lasts.

Babies can and will develop a green filter. We’ve tested it. Here’s my anecdotal case study

Subject One was restricted to primarily breastmilk, veggies, and cheerios during her first year. She will eat most any vegetable. She asks for carrots to snack on and we buy them in bulk from COSTCO because of her. Not to say she doesn’t like sweet stuff and fruit cause she does… almost as much as I do.

Subject Two was less restricted. In her first year she had fruit… even tasted ice cream. Now she has a green filter. If it’s green it goes in and gets spit back out. She even has the capability to sort through it in her mouth if you put two items in at once (one green, one not), the green one will come back out.

…that being said… relax. It’s not the end of the world if grandmas[pas] sneak a kid a bite of cake/ice cream/something yummy. I just realized it’s better if it doesn’t come from me :)

I wish I would have relaxed more when I was a FTM with a newborn, gone out more, saw more, enjoyed it more. I know this isn’t necessarily realistic since it’s only hindsight that allows me to even write all this… but I tell you it just gets harder.

Here’s why:

To reiterate, newborns move less and sleep more.

Newborns don’t talk back.

If you have one child and it’s a newborn, you can put him/her down, turn your back and he/she will still be there and not running/climbing somewhere they’re not suppose to,  eating something he/she found on the floor, drawing on said floor/wall/etc., squishing/strangling/poking/trying to carry (in other words “hugging”) his or her little sister.

Lastly, I realize now that I wasted a lot of worry in the beginning. At some point, your child will learn how to sleep on their own in their own bed (at least that’s what I’ve heard). Additionally, any imperfections they have are likely genetic/predisposed/able to be blamed on your partner or someone else :) Besides there’s still so much coming to worry about like preschool, public school/private school angst, being a teenager, teaching them how to drive, heartache/heartbreak, balancing discipline and fun, teaching them to be productive, kind, independent yet collaborative, helpful, empathetic, strong, adults who will be able to problem-solve, create, work-hard, achieve, accept rejection, and question authority yet be flexible. And of course that will remember to call home to say “thank you” and “I love you”.

Anyone want to add their own thoughts? I’d love to hear them! I do need to point out that this is also from the perspective of a mom who had one newborn at a time. If you have twins (or more), I’m just in sheer awe and respect.

Of course, let’s end this post with photos… thank goodness for mommy and me friends!

Summer 2010

Thursday, September 2nd, 2010

I love this little chicken. This is Amara after she got to taste a cherry for the first time. Straight off the tree. Doesn’t get much better than that.