Nope. He can’t get rid ‘o me. Stuck. Between a rock and hard place. Forever and ever. Amen. Good thing I’m so fab. (Ha! That one’s for you sweetie!) We all have our sweet and special reasons for being smitten with our spouse… But logically speaking, LadyP and I need him. He’s the only one…
filosophies+parenting
Ever had a weird motherly moment? My tale from the gas station thanks to strange young man #1.
I just needed to get gas. What started with me standing beside my car in sunglasses (watching the pump ticker go all the way up to $75!) quickly turned into me giving a lecture to a young man about how being a con-artist (IF he was one) is NOT cool. What the?!?!?!?? “Excuse me ma’am…
The F- & G-words I hate the most. You should too.
Parenting Fails = Quite possibly worst words in the world. I must rant about this. I’m SICK of hearing moms say “I feel like I’m failing.” It also tries my patience hearing moms say they feel “guilty.” Stop it. Now. Because you’re not, you shouldn’t… and it’s offending me. Every time a woman says “failure” or “guilt”…
Why I’ve turned un-fun (for now).
I would’ve loved to have gone to Hawaii. I still haven’t been to Paris (after 2 ill-fated attempts). Even a trip to my most fave city (NYC) would’ve been fun. As ‘fabulous after having a baby’ as I try to be, I’m opting for UNfabulous when it comes to vacationing this summer. And it’s LadyP’s…
Am I the only mean mommy?
Things I’ve heard myself say more and more in the last few weeks: You’re fine. There’s no need to cry. Get over yourself. Figure it out… you’re smart. My statements were in response to LadyP’s activities, respectively: Tears from a tiny tumble (after trying to stand up by herself), screams while I kept her strapped…
Is your baby more fab than you?
I like to think mine is… and I prefer to keep it that way. As much as I will strive to be put-together, hip, happening and cool, my LadyP had better turn out to be more put-together, more hip, more happening and more cool than I could’ve ever made myself. If not, then I believe…
Rant! Part 2: Why I’m treating my baby like a puppy.
I got some flack for my declaration to resist babyproofing on my post yesterday (but isn’t that the fun of a blog? freedom of speech and expressing opinions to promote discussion?) To make up for it (or perhaps enrage others more), here’s my promised Part 2 regarding Babyproofing: In lieu of babyproofing, I’m beginning to…
