Here's the truth about the Elf on the Shelf. After a few weeks of nightly Elf moving, I have to say, I LOVE this tradition. My kids love the elf. I love watching them find her every morning. Every day, they give me a full report of exactly how they think she got to the spots she's in. Every day they get to experience a little more magic. We will keep the elf.
However, our elf has not done the following: made messes, drawn on pictures, or done anything else that my decidedly free spirited and very naughty youngest would see and think "Great idea!" She has been involved in a 3-way with a dirty Koala and St. Nick, (It was a brief tryst and the children didn't see the debauchery), she has been caught scaling the christmas lights by the pass-through, she's visited many parts of the house but she still creeps me out! I'm not sure if I'll ever get over this, but one thing is for sure: the Elf is staying and will be back again next Christmas-maybe with a friend. What has happened to me?
A blog/therapy outlet for a mom of two crazy and beautiful little girls.
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
The Truth about The Elf
Friday, November 30, 2012
I gave in...
I gave in to the Elf On A Shelf phenomenon. I know, I'm not sure what I was thinking, either! Perhaps it was because the little bastard was on sale, for over 1/2 off with free shipping. (Oh, that got you, too? It was at Barnesandnoble.com), or maybe it was because it seems like everyone else has those stupid little elves and my kids are feeing left out because I'm too lazy, or maybe it's just because that thing is just so damn creepy and cute at the same time and that makes me feel weird inside.
Seriously, look at that thing. How can something so evil looking make me want to tickle it's little tummy and kiss it's forehead? What is wrong with me?
So, if you look around the mommy blogs and especially Pinterest you'll see thousands of pictures of these evil looking little troublemakers perched around kitchens and living rooms. Our elf will not make messes. Our elf will probably be interesting for a few weeks then will be forgotten about until next year when I try, in vain, to create some goddamn holiday memories with my children by trying to convince them that an inanimate object that spies on them all day, comes to life at night, parties in our living room, journeys to the North Pole and back to tell an elderly creeper if they are nice or naughty so that he will break into our house and bring them presents in a couple of weeks... Good Lord, what have I done?
(If you don't hear from me before Christmas, it means the children and the Elf have joined forces. Send help!)
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Calm Your Crazy Asses Down, Conservatives!
So, as I have been through the 5 stages of election grief myself, I wanted to offer you some compassion but I can't because you are driving me FUCKING CRAZY. You are out of control with your ranting and raving. You are posting shit all over Facebook that is making you look like a lunatic (actually, keep that up, it makes me laugh)
Here's the thing. We (I am lumping in all of the people who didn't vote for Bush either time) didn't like your guy. We thought he was a bad guy. We may have said some mean things about him and some of us got a little crazy, but it seems like you (this is all of you) are taking things a little too far. Here are the facts:
He is not a socialist. He is a moderate. A MODERATE! What is your problem with moderation? The definition of the word moderate is:
mod·er·ate
[mod-er-it, mod-rit; mod-uh-reyt] Show IPA adjective, noun, verb, mod·er·at·ed, mod·er·at·ing.These are reasons why you should tone your crazy ass down:
He has expanded on the Patriot Act, he didn't close Gitmo. He has been a friend to the banks, has basically brought RomneyCare (He was your nominee, remember?) to the national stage (Compare the two here. Those are things that make me sad, mad and generally not happy. However, he has out Bush'd Bush! That should make you very, very happy!
Here are the reasons why we like him:
He has finally spoken out and is willing to fight for some of the things that effect all of us (a woman's right to choose, the right to health insurance for all, equal pay, equal rights, and more! Those all seem like very reasonable things to me, but, then again, I am a crazy crazy liberal.
So I'll end with a prediction of what the next four years are going to be like. Just like the last 12, but hopefully with a little more social justice. You will deal with it. We dealt with Bush. Just relax.
Five Stages of Election Grief
Sorry, can't help it. I'm kind of a jerk. |
Stage 1: Disbelief. You know that the liberal/conservative/media in general called the election too early. The results aren't valid! Tomorrow you'll wake up to news stories saying that everything was wrong last night and everything will be fine.
Stage 2: Horrible, horrible, heartwrenching sadness. Everything you ever wanted is gone now. Life is over. Your future is a horrible, dark, nightmarish hellscape of socialism and gayness everywhere. Just everywhere.
Stage 3: Acceptance/pity for the poor bastards, those poor stupid bastards who voted for the wrong guy even though it was against their best interests. Don't worry, we thought the same thing about you in 2000 and 2004. We even thought it about you this time. I know, we'll agree to disagree.
Stage 4: Furious VENGEANCE and ANGER! You just want to FIGHT all of the stupid bastards that you just took 30 seconds to feel sorry for. You hate them. You hate their guts. You want to post all over Facebook about how stupid they are with smug things to make them feel bad. Spoiler alert-these things make you look crazy but they sure are entertaining to everyone else.
Stage 5: I don't know...I never made it past Stage 3 but from the news I guess its secession? I don't know. I think Stage Five should just be Get the Fuck Over It.
We good? Let's move on.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Cry It Out Vs. Crying in General-Yeah, I'm going there.
According to Baby Center, there are at least 12 reasons why babies cry:
- 1. Hunger
- 2. A dirty diaper
- 3. Needs sleep
- 4. Wants to be held
- 5. Tummy troubles (gas, colic, and more)
- 6. Needs to burp
- 7. Too cold or too hot
- 8. Something small
- 9. Teething
- 10. Wants less stimulation
- 11. Wants more stimulation
- 12. Not feeling well
- What to do if your baby's still crying
So, let's talk about babies crying, okay? This is one thing that makes me crazy, and I'm going to rant alllll over you right now.
Do you smell it? Soak it in, baby! |
Let's talk about this bullshit statement "It's not my parenting choice to let my baby Cry It Out." Do you want to know why this is bullshit? Because it is, pure and simple. People who say that have a warped idea of what/why babies cry and what exactly Cry It Out means. Babies cry. They fuss, they cry, eventually they start to smile, laugh and talk, but at first they just cry, poop and sleep. You can choose to never let your baby cry, but you are setting yourself up for a lifetime of misery if you do. I have heard this statement from multiple first-time parents, and they all make me crazy when I hear it.
First of all, babies cry sometimes to communicate with you. Do you know what your baby is saying when it is crying because he/she is hungry? The baby is saying "Hey, it's been 2.5 seconds since I stopped eating/you sat down/you started to shower/poop/etc. and I'm HUNGRY!" That is communication. P.S. You want them to learn to communicate with you if you ever want them to talk. I understand if you don't want them to learn to talk, I have a 6 year old and a 3 year old, but it's probably not the best plan for them to get ahead in life.
Does this picture stress you out as much as it does me? If so, you're a parent! |
Babies also cry to burn off energy. The youngest ones, especially, all have working brains, and ideas about what they want to do. They are trapped in a body that won't move the way they want it to/they can't figure out how to make it do what they want it too. They can't talk to you. They can't get what they want by themselves. They have energy to burn. They are frustrated. They cry. Or, maybe they are trying to get to sleep or who knows! If you have fed them, changed their diaper, held them, rocked them, and they are in a safe place, it's okay to let them cry for a while while you take some time to get yourself together.
Not a safe place to leave your baby while you get yourself together. |
Trust me, you will need to get yourself together sometimes. Sometimes that overwhelming feeling of being responsible for a new life, the sound of your baby crying when you don't know what to do to fix it, the knowledge that you have tried everything and the idea that you can't control this situation is just too much. You need to take a time out and if the baby has to cry for 5 or 10 minutes, so be it. Forgive yourself. You are going to be a much better mother if you let yourself relax, enjoy your baby, and don't constantly hold yourself up to unrealistic expectations.
Finally, there seems to be this idea out there that Cry It Out means letting your baby cry until they pass out or die or forever or something. That is simply not true.
This is what it actually means:
You can read more here.What exactly is the Ferber method?
In a nutshell, Ferber says you can teach your baby to soothe himself to sleep when he's physically and emotionally ready, usually sometime between 3 and 5 months of age.
He recommends following a warm, loving bedtime routine and then putting your baby in bed awake and leaving him (even if he cries) for gradually longer periods of time. Putting a child to bed awake, says Ferber, is crucial to successfully teaching him to go to sleep on his own.
Parents are instructed to pat and comfort their baby after each predetermined period of time, but not to pick up or feed their baby. This routine is called "progressive waiting."
The suggested waiting time, which Ferber charts in his book, is based on how comfortable you are with the technique, how many days you've been using it, and how many times you've already checked on your child that night.
After a few days to a week of gradually increasing the waiting time, the theory goes, most babies learn to fall asleep on their own, having discovered that crying earns nothing more than a brief check from you.
That is probably not so much different than you are already doing, and it doesn't seem nearly as controversial as it is made out to be. We all, as parents, have to work on building our children into independent adults, and that includes being able to fall asleep. Do you want to know how long I made it the first time I tried to let my daughter cry? About 30 seconds. She was fine. Do you know how long it took her to "learn" to fall asleep on her own when laid down awake? About a week or so. We were consistent with routine, kept her physically and intellectually active, and had set bed times. It was hard work, but to this day, both of my children are excellent sleepers, are able to self-soothe, and happy and well-adjusted children. They have formed secure attachments to us, they have friends, and are functional kids. They are independent and have a strong sense of self.
We will all argue and fight for our children, views, etc. but at the end of the day we will all do what is best for our children. We will all be the best parents we can be. We will love our kids, make some mistakes, and hope that they forgive us some day. That's all fine, and hopefully some day we moms can stop fighting each other about who is right and wrong, and forgive ourselves for being who we are.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Swearing
Come on, who wouldn't want to be this guy? |
Unfortunately, this was my idea of a Ninja at the time. |
I am SO FUCKING SORRY you're a little Bitch. |
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Perfectly Imperfect Parenting
"Let's Have a Rap Session"
No...not exactly what I had in mind. |
- If you are worried about doing it right, you're probably a good parent.
- If you spend all of your time worried that you're doing it wrong, then researching, blaming, being miserable, you've taken a wrong turn.
- You need to RELAX!
- No one method is going to work for you. No one answer is going to work for you. Children are people, people are complicated. Life is complicated. Be consistent, but be just.
- However, at some point you will be unjust towards your children. You will make the wrong call. Forgive yourself.
Except if you do this to them. |
Friday, March 9, 2012
Boxed Wine
You may ask: How much do you love your boxed wine? Enough to take a picture of it and make an Andy Warhol-esque portrait with it. |
So, why do I love my cheap, delicious boxed wine so much more than bottled wine? Let me count the ways:
- It is portable. A bladder of wine in a cardboard box is virtually indestructible and in my world (where I am completely clumsy and butter fingered and constantly tripping over my children, dog, my kids toys and random pieces of junk) I need something that will not shatter into a million pieces and stab me in the toe or heart...
- It lasts FOREVER! First of all, one bottle of wine is just one bottle. When you pour a glass of wine the way I do (see below), that sucker doesn't last very long at all. A box of wine has a great little tap on it (always go for the push button tap-not the screw top tap) and doesn't go bad. So, in between my wine tasting group's meetings, my $13 box of wine will stay just as delicious as the first day I opened it.
- It tastes delicious. I think that there is nothing better than a good, smooth glass of white zinfandel. It is fruity, sweet, smooth and delicious.
- They serve it at restaurants and bars. Yup. You read that right. Last weekend my friends and I went to several bars and restaurants in one evening. We went to 5 different places. In each place, I ordered the same thing. (Yes, white Zin). In 4 out of 5 places...the wine I got was CLEARLY Franzia...FROM A BOX! Yes, I paid $5 for a glass of boxed wine that was arguably crappier than my boxed wine at home. So, if it's good enough for them to overcharge me for, it's good enough for me to buy. And, in the event that it wasn't Franzia, it was not making the case for me to spend the extra money for bottled wine, as it tasted like ass, and my delicious Vella tastes like sweet manna from heaven.
If I just paid $5 for that amount of wine, the glass had better be as big as my head. |
Now that's how you pour a glass of wine, bitches! |
That's how I came across this thing. Um...isn't that just a box with legs? What is the point of taking your wine bag out of one box and putting it into another box? You can almost hear these two douchebags talking:
Hipster Girl 1: You know what would be so funny and ironic?
Hipster Girl 2: You mean besides my crazy stupid plaid lumberjack prostitute look?
Hipster Girl 1: Yeah...to drink wine out of a box because...like...it's so not cool.
Hipster Girl 2: But, that box is really ugly. I want it in a different box so that it looks cool while we comment on how lame it is to drink a boxed wine.
Hipster Girl 1: Yeah. That is so ironic and lame. It is cool because it's so lame.
End scene.
I hope that illuminates some things for you. Basically, I have no idea how to end this post, so that's it. Move along, folks. Good night and good luck.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
My Name is Dave
What is the most challenging think about being the boss? You are responsible for everything. It is terrifying and liberating to think that if something doesn't get done, there is really no one else to take it over for you. On one hand, you are able to do things the way you want. On the other, you are the one responsible when things go wrong. It's a lot like being a parent in that way, except no one expects you to make money being a mom.
This is what I thought it would look like to work from home with my children by my side. |
So, what does a day look like for a small business owner? We are finding that there is no typical day. On any given day, we are working on promotions, advertising, pricing structures, web design, social media strategies, lesson planning, space/leasing issues, customer retention, teaching classes, and planning for the future among other things. We are trying to manage finances, figure out how best to hire and pay employees It is a challenge to work in my normal load of housework, bill paying, grocery shopping and still find time for my other part time job. That doesn't even include time for my family. There is some time for my family, but it's built in between my business tasks.
This is what it actually looks like. |
I guess I'll leave you with this thought. Being a small business owner, especially being a new small business owner, is hard, confusing and scary. It is also tons of fun, liberating and creates a sense of accomplishment. We are building something new, necessary and helpful to people in our area, and we are having a blast doing it.
Look out, world, the Daves are here and you are all going to have to walk a little faster to catch up.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
What About Me?
Yup, even that.
So, let's start making a list of the things that we want to do now, but we know that if we were caught it would look bad and you would probably be labeled as a degenerate by the Parent Teacher Council (unless,of course, you have them in on the activities with you).
So, what will we be able to do when we are able to be ourselves? We can travel to exotic, not necessarily kid friendly locations
I hadn't noticed old people crossing the road with their hands up each other's asses before. I'll be sure to look for it now.
We can try new and exciting foods, we can listen to as much hardcore, Gangsta rap as we want with our windows down and our systems up because you know what? We won't give a ___sorry, can't say it. The kids are still in the room.
You get the general idea.
We'll be older, but not too old, and we'll be ready to reclaim some of the youth we were so eager to put on the back burner in order to raise our children responsibly. This doesn't mean, though, that we have to get stale, boring, bland and overly mature. We can still laugh at potty humor. We can still get a little wild with our friends, we can still be us because, in the end, that is what our kids are going to remember. They are going to remember our little idiosyncrasies and the things that made us special to them. They're also going to remember all of the things that you did to permanently scar your children (mine are going to remember because I am keeping a running log for them-so that they can just hand that sucker over to their therapist some day). Just be you. Don't worry about being a super parent. be the best parent you can be. Because, when they are grown and on their own some day, you are going to be left with yourself. Isn't it easier to act a little foolish if you've always been kind of a goof ball? I think there's less to explain that way. They'll just say "Oh, that's mom, she's a little crazy," instead of "Goodness, Muffy, Mother seems to have stepped off the deep end, perhaps we should have an intervention. She is eating her ice cream before her dinner!"
This picture has nothing to do with anything, but it makes me giggle. And that, my friends, is why I am a good, authentic parent.
Sibling Rivalry
Me and my sister, before it all went to Hell.
You see, my sister, whom I love very much, is also my nemesis. She is my nemesister, if you will. I am older than her by 2 1/2 years, and ahead of her by one year in school. We are friends, we are sisters, and we HATED each other when we were growing up. Now, I hear you asking, "Why did you hate such a talented, smart, wonderful kid like Stephanie?" Do you really want to know why? We hated each other because we were always competing. Not only were we always competing, but she always won! In my eyes, that was just not right. I was older. I was tougher. But, somehow, she was smarter and just plain better at everything.
This wasn't like a friendly competition. Oh, no. This was a no holds-barred, balls out, two will enter and only one will leave type of competition.
Actual D'Orsay Family Christmas Photo
My favorite (translation: most mortifying) experience happened when she went to some math class in High School and her teacher (who had been my teacher the year before) told her that he didn't think that she belonged in that class, that it was too hard for her...because he thought she was me! It turns out that he would have been right. I can see that now. I laughed at the time but it wasn't that real laugh. Now I laugh about it for real...uh-huh... sure I do.
No, really, I do. You know why? A few years ago, I figured out that my sister wasn't the root of all evil. She wasn't even the root of a little bit of it. She was just a cute kid who worked a whole lot harder than I did on most things. She was always studying. She was always practicing. She was always working. I was not. I made a choice in school to do fine but not to really push myself because, honestly, my social life was much more important to me than anything else. It's just one of many lessons I wish I could go back and slap my stupid self silly in high school. I would say "Look, stupid, you have chosen to go out, have a lot of fun, goof off and do your best in school-as long as it doesn't interfere with your social life. That's okay. It's going to work out just fine for you. But don't get mad at your sister because she is willing to work harder. Be proud of her."
Now I am. I also have two children. Two little daughters who are 3 1/2 years apart. I see the seeds of sibling rivalry starting to germinate. I know that it's going to raise it's ugly head soon, and I hope that we can all make it without too many cage match type fights. Until then, I'll just prepare the cage, set admission prices, and get ready to RUMBLE!
Love you, Steph. And, since you love clowns so much, this one is for you.
I'm sorry I was such a bastard to you for so many years, but at least we can laugh about it. Now, look at those clown faces again.