good cop bad cop

"aw, did you have a bad dream? come here buddy"

"stop kicking me"

"you want to snuggle? come here"

"stop pushing the covers down"

"does his breathing sound funny to you?"

"put your feet down"

"will we ever have a normal nights sleep again?"


In my heart I know that years and years from now, I will long for the sound of feet padding down the hall, a small voice calling out, and just one more night with my snuggly babies.

yes i put my kids in daycare

Yes, I put my kids in daycare.
No, it does not make me a bad person.
Yes, I tell myself daily.

It is really hard to have a full-time job and leave your kids in someone else's care. Maybe people don't realize that when they make such rude comments and snide remarks. The guilt has been piling up lately. The media seems to say nobody stays home with their kids any more. If this is true, how come every mom that I meet does?

And they judge me.
"Your kid's in daycare, right? Well that's the problem."
And I try not to hate them.

I also really dislike the categories out there for moms. I'm a "working mom", she's a "full-time mom". So if you have a job outside the home, you're not a full-time Mama? I don't think so. I wish I knew more of the "working moms". Every blog I've found is by a stay-at-home-mom, but I'll keep looking. Hey, all you other working moms out there- tell me how you cope. Just kidding- I know I'm the only one who reads this...

Lately:

may tenth

Frannie is 3 months old today, and Tripp is 23. I can't believe he'll be 2 in a month; I don't know how to slow down this roller coaster. Today when I was getting ready in the bathroom I heard Frannie start breathing louder and faster- it's easier to tell since she has a stopped up nose. I went to check on her and found Tripp rubbing her face and whispering to her "Hi Frannie. Hi Frannie." (yes he can say F's now). He's very sweet, but has a hard time remembering not to poke her in the eye or pull her ears. After he got down he quickly found his Thomas the Tank Engine. This is one hearty little train and it doesn't stop until it hits a wall, and then makes a terrible sound- like a tommy gun- and it's terribly inconveinent when that happens under your bed. Daddy always makes a comment about how we're "under fire". Anyway, it wasn't long before the sound started. Tripp was on the floor reaching behind this shelf and when I got him to stand up we realized Thomas was running... in his hair. Tripp's face was priceless. Daddy saved the day, rescued the train, and Tripp didn't lose too much hair. AND we all still made it out the door on time.

a whole new kind of "tired"

Well, here are (finally) some pictures of Frannie. She will already be 3 months old tomorrow. I started back to work last week, and today am absolutely exhausted. My mom told me after her second baby, she called her mom and said "I'm just so TIRED." Her response was "Oh honey. It will only get worse." I'm trying to keep my eyes open and my head up, but it isn't easy.

Mother's Day was great. Mostly because I got to spend time with family. We watched old home movies where I was horrible to my mother, and everyone had cute little people voices. I want to make more videos of my kids because it all goes by so fast. For now, I'm trying to keep up with pictures. I ordered about 900 prints this weekend because there was a big sale, now if only I can follow through and get them in albums.

One more thing, I tried to find some blogs from "working moms" the other day- and couldn't. Mostly because we don't have time. I'm really starting to hate the labels/categories for moms: "working mom", "full-time mom", etc. they all imply that some moms work more or less than others, which isn't true. okay, I'm getting of my soap-box now...