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Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Lazy Mom

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I'm a lazy mom. 

When I was pregnant, I had visions of making having a baby look easy. I'd be working during the week (with the baby at the office with me), lunching with my girlfriends on the weekends, going on dates with my husband at night, Mommy and Me classes mixed in somewhere, and looking good doing while doing it all, one-handed.

The reality is this: the baby and the office do not mix. Lunches on the weekends are no fun if you have a baby who throws his toys on the floor every time you hand them to him. Dates with your husband at night can't happen when you had to change your work schedules because bringing the baby to the office didn't work. Mommy and Me doesn't exist at night. And the last thing I want to do is sacrifice an extra 20 minutes of sleep in the morning for makeup. 

What I'd like to every day is this (on our new $148 patio set, by the way):
I don't want to be a lazy mom. And I know three-year-olds don't put up with lazy moms...Tommy will be three someday. So, I've got to work on this. To help me this summer, I am writing a summer bucket list. Here's my work in progress:

  1. Orange County Fair
  2. Go fishing at the Irvine Lake
  3. Discovery Science Zone
  4. PJ Storytime
  5. Swim Lessons (Lessons for 1-year-old...whatevs)
  6. Make fresh-squeezed lemonade
  7. Make a fort outside 
  8. Go on a boat (or would it be ride on a boat? They both sound weird)
  9. Ride a bike with Tommy 
  10. Go to a splash pad
  11. Have a sleepover with my husband like we used to on the living room floor
  12. Spend the night away from Tommy / Wine tasting in Temecula
  13. Find an ice cream truck (they just don't come around anymore)
  14. Go to the LA zoo and/or San Diego zoo
  15. Hand-dip frozen bananas or balboa bars
  16. Make a stepping stone for the yard
  17. Plant herbs in a galvanized tub
  18. Make popsicles
  19. Baseball game!
  20. Go to the strawberry farm
  21. Hike to the waterfall (maybe without Tommy, it's a real hike)
  22. Ride on the Irvine Park railroad
  23. Make Collin ride a horse (he never has!)
  24. Get back our Disneyland passes (at the end of summer because summer sucks there)

I just hope we don't die at the end of all this. You know, it being a bucket list and all...

Monday, June 6, 2011

Hair Woes and Foresight Fail

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It was a beautiful day so we stretched out under a big tree. The baby, with reckless abandon, rolls around the grass. The telltale sign of summer, red welts, mark his tender little skin almost immediately. My husband, fresh out of a class on learning how to photograph better (look forward to a vast improvement in my blog's photos soon), happily snaps pictures and plays with his white balance. Whatever the hell that is. I just sit and watch (I'm not going to sit here and give you some bullshit about how I put my toes in the grass and felt one with the earth and watched my beautiful creation...blah blah blah. I'm just not that reflective). 
A lady walks by. 

"Oh, she is so cute. My daughter only gave me grandsons. I always wanted a girl baby."

I just roll with it, as usual. 

"Oh, thanks. How old are your grandsons?"

Try to change the subject so I don't have to reveal the truth. 

"Nine and eleven. But I hate the second one's name. What's her name?"

"Ummmm.....Tommy."

No big deal. Something I deal with every day. My little boy is so cute he could be a girl. And I like it. The problem: this lady then went into a litany about the hair. 

"Mom, it's time to let go. It's that hair! You gotta cut that hair! You gotta cut it at least by the time he's one. He's going to have issues." 

"Yeah. I'm good with it. I like it." I wasn't offended per say, but I do hate when people tell you what to do with your kid. He's not even one yet for goodness sakes.

"Well, all of those celebrities have ten-year-olds that look like girls and can't go to nice schools." Hmmmmm.....

Anyway, we have the coolest stroller; it was like a million dollars and it can make a million different stroller combinations. Hypothetically, we never have to buy another stroller for as long as we live. 
And now for our real problem: we bought it in white.