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Tuesday, December 18, 2012

The Truth about The Elf

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? 

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, the election is over and Barack Obama won. That is the truth. Please relax.  I've been there!  Did you know that I cried on election night the first time the George W. Bush won?  I did!  I proclaimed the end of the world that night.  I was wrong.  I think is a shittier world because he was president, but it did not end.

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.
adjective
1.
kept or keeping within reasonable or proper limits; not extreme, excessive, or intense: a moderate price.
2.
of medium quantity, extent, or amount: a moderate income.
3.
mediocre or fair: moderate talent.
4.
calm or mild, as of the weather.
5.
of or pertaining to moderates, as in politics or religion.

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

Yeah, I'm behind by a few weeks, but I think it's time that everyone sits down, has a glass of wine and becomes friends again.  It's time to let the healing begin.  Let me guide you through the 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.

In case you don't know what CIO means (apparently you haven't been a new mom in the past 100 years or so) it means Cry It Out-meaning the Cry It Out Method.  There are some facts that I want to address about babies crying, because there is a wealth of false information about letting babies cry.

According to Baby Center, there are at least 12 reasons why babies cry:
At the end of the article, there is one more category, and that says that babies cry sometimes for no reason!  They do!  So do you!  Sometimes babies cry to get excess energy out of their system.  Sometimes they cry to tell you what they need (because, at the beginning, they don't have any other way to tell you-they can't talk yet, after all).

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:

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.
You can read more here.

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.

someecards.com - Thanks for always thinking about me to the detriment of your own mental health

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

I have a sailor's mouth.  I am absolutely serious.  I have a horrible yet fully satisfying relationship with swear words.
Come on, who wouldn't want to be this guy?


I'll never remember the feeling of walking around with my second grade friends, having one of them "teach" us how to swear on the playground, during recess, at school (shout out to Hamlin Elementary!) Now, I am not sure how we got away with that.  I will say that it was the 80's and the point of recess was to let us run wild, twice a day, no less, for 15 minutes with little to no supervision...and we liked it that way!  My point is, I learned to swear at school, and I studied that shit like a motherfucking ninja.

Unfortunately, this was my idea of a Ninja at the time.
The first time that all of those hours of studying came in handy in my early life was about a year later, in the winter, when I was in 3rd grade.  I was being tortured by two boys in my class, who would wait for me by the side of the road on my walk home, and pelt me with ice and snow balls.  This happened day after day, until I snapped.  

I loaded up my backpack with every single textbook I had in my desk.  I walked home, unassumingly, playing Paula Abdul in my Walkman, and I let them pelt me with ice balls. 
Then, the revenge came.  I calmly took off my backpack, and attacked them with it, bludgeoning them mercilessly.  One of the boys ran off,presumably embarrassed that he had been outsmarted by a girl, and then there was only one left.  I took down that second boy with a quick backpack to the head, followed by my hysterical scream "You're a little BITCH!"  Then I laughed maniacally, left him in the snow bank and walked home.
Later, that night, my mom got a call from his mom, where she had to sit through his mother complaining about my foul language, and how I had attacked her son.  After I explained the situation to her, she told me that she supported my backpack revenge, but that the swearing was inappropriate.  I had to apologize.  
I am SO FUCKING SORRY you're a little Bitch.
 To this day, that was one of my more triumphant moments because I actually stood up to a bully.  And, because it's a fucking badass story.   And that, my friends, is why swearing is awesome.




Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Perfectly Imperfect Parenting

Yo, moms, let's have a little talk.  When I was a teenager and watching informational movies in school, the  cool guy would always turn a chair around, straddle it, and say:

"Let's Have a Rap Session"

No...not exactly what I had in mind.
Just for giggles, do an image search of "straddle chair."  Enjoy

Back to our little talk.  We are in a time and place where most moms come into motherhood after having been college students, then professionals.  We have approached our careers, both school and work, as a process, where you learn what to do, how to study, have a path and follow it.  You work hard.  You follow the rules and make the sacrifices and, eventually and most of the time, you are rewarded.  You now have a new position, a new career path, and people appreciate what you have accomplished.
It is my opinion (and therefore the truth) that this has completely screwed our generation when it comes to our expectations of ourselves when it comes to parenting.
 When you are a mom, you are on your own.  Yes.  On. Your. Own.

Let that sink in for a second.  All of the habits and skills you have worked so hard to hone your whole adult life will not matter at all.  This position is so different from anything you have ever done before that it will almost certainly send you into a tailspin-not necessarily into depression (although that is very serious, and you can find more information here) but into something that is also very troubling:  Severe Overeducation Syndrome.  I Just Made That Up!
You know what I mean, Hell, I am even guilty of it myself!  You decide that there will be the method to raise your children, you will not deviate, they will do what you want, and will be the perfect specimen that you work so hard to grow.  I had many ideas.  I was the one who had books galore.  I had my whole schedule, etc.  Then I had a baby.  Not only did I have a baby, but I had a C-section because she was Frank Breach.  I couldn't breastfeed.  I had postpartum depression.  I was miserable and felt like a complete and utter failure.  I didn't understand why this was so hard.  You know why it was so hard?  I was sabotaging myself with my own expectations.

I know how to recognize it.  I know how it's going to turn out.  I know now not to say anything.  Whenever I hear about people reading, highlighting, studying a "method" of parenting I cringe.  If you are a mostly functional individual, you can raise children.  Let me clarify that.  If you are generally responsible, kind, loving, have a sense of humor and know the difference between right and wrong, you can raise kind, functional, funny, sweet children who know the difference between right and wrong.  

You can see where this would scare most professional women, and why it would scare most people.  
That's okay.  This is scary shit!
There are a few things you need to know:
  • 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.

Enjoy your children.  They are awesome.  They prove that you can make a little miracle, and that you are capable on unconditional love.  That is amazing.  They show you more reasons to succeed and provide for them than you could ever have before you were a parent.  They can make you smile from your heart-that's the only way I can describe they way those grubby, sweaty little kisses feel.  They can drive you absolutely crazy,   and they can make you laugh at the same time.  

And, you can be sure, that, no matter what you do, you will be considered (possibly at the same time) the coolest, stupidest, funniest, hardest working, craziest person they have ever met.  And, if you have been even moderately good at parenting, they will love you more than anything else.

Except if you do this to them. 


If you want more information on the basics of being a good parent, check out this article.