Eight Seconds of Fame

On Thursday when I dropped Hazeline off at daycare she wasn’t walking unless you held her hand.  By the time I picked her up that same day, she wasn’t just taking her first steps on her own, but she was walking all the way across the room unassisted.  She would even stop halfway and clap for herself.  Apparently, someone is an overachiever.

I didn’t get any video of Greenleigh’s first steps, so I was bound and determined to give Hazeline her 15 minutes of fame.  My plan was take video showing of her walking then send it to everyone I knew (and post it here, of course).  Sounds easy, right?  Apparently, not so much.  At least not while Greenleigh is around.

I must have tried to get video 100+ times.  Okay, maybe not that many, but it sure felt that way.  Every time I tried, Greenleigh would need my immediate attention, stand right in front of the camera blocking her sister, or tackle Hazeline.  Greenleigh and I had talks about how to be quiet and I even tried to make it a game.  We practiced being quiet, but that didn’t seem to help either.

In the end, this was the best I could do:

Around the 8 second mark, Greenleigh wants her blocks…now.  Not quite sure why, since her blocks are out of sight, up high, and in a completely different room, but who knows.  And that crazy breathing in the background?  Yeah, I think that’s Greenleigh standing too close to me…our spring weather hasn’t been kind to her asthma.  And when I don’t respond in one second (literally), she starts hitting my hand, causing the video to shake.  I turned off the video shortly after because I thought I was going to lose my mind.  I considered trying again, maybe when Greenleigh took a nap, but really, this is how life is around here.  Insanity.

So much for 15 minutes of fame.  My poor second born child doesn’t even get 11 whole seconds without her sister interrupting.

 

Live Clean Baby {Review}

Besides a bit of newborn rash, Greenleigh had virtually no skin irritation issues when she was an infant, so it didn’t matter what baby soap I used.  I pretty much bought anything that was on sale or that a friend recommended.  Hazeline was a totally different story.  She had very dry skin right from the start and we really had to work to keep her skin properly balanced.  She would also get red splotches on her skin from time to time, so the pediatrician recommended that we be careful with what we bought for her.  From that point forward, I was a much more educated consumer when it came to baby soaps, lotions, shampoos, etc.  I knew that one wrong purchase and we would be back to square one.  As she’s grown, her skin has become easier to care for, but I’m still very careful about what I buy.

When I heard that Live Clean Baby was looking for bloggers to do a review, I jumped at the chance.  I was prepared to beg, if needed.  Their products are not only eco-friendly, they are made from natural, non-irritating, plant based ingredients, making them very gentle on skin and perfect for my household.  Lucky for me, I was chosen…no begging necessary.  For my review they provided me with Tearless Shampoo and Wash, Moisturizing Baby Bath, Moisturizing Baby Lotion, Non-Petroleum Jelly, Diaper Ointment, and Moisturizing Bar Soap.

I love all the goodies Live Clean Baby sent me, but let’s talk about my favorites.  First, the bar soap.  We primarily use bar soaps in our house, but I’m scared to use our soap on either of the girls, because regular bar soaps can really dry out your skin.  And it’s nearly impossible to find a bar soap for kids, let alone babies.  This put the Moisturizing Bar Soap at the top of my list.  Moisturizer + Bar Soap for Baby = The Perfect Combination.  The diaper cream also impressed me beyond measure.  Due to weeks of illness and medication, we’ve been battling diaper rash with Hazeline, and just when you think it’s gone, it comes back.  After using a combination of the Diaper Ointment and Non-Petroleum Jelly for a week, we have had no issues with diaper rash.  I’m one happy mommy!  And last but definitely not least, the Tearless Shampoo and Wash.  Oh, how I love thee.  How many times have you used a product that claims to be tearless and it isn’t?  I can’t count the number of times.  I tried this wash and shampoo on both girls and there was not a tear to be had.  Yay for a real tearless product!  Finally!  And it leaves their hair smooth, shiny, and tangle-free –Bonus!

So many times when you try to buy eco-friendly products, you have to make sacrifices, namely scent and price.  Not the case with Live Clean Baby.  As soon as I opened the box of goodies they sent me, a light, fresh smell came out of the box.  It wasn’t overpowering, but just enough.  And I’m not too embarrassed to admit that I loved the scent of the girls’ Live Clean products so much that I almost used them myself (good thing the box of bar soap comes with 3 bars; I’m pretty sure one of those bars is going to end up being mine).

As for price, the first night we used the lotion, I started putting it on Greenleigh’s skin, only to find out that I had taken way too much out of the tube.  It was the same amount that we used to use of our old stuff, so I was a little confused.  Erajh then popped his head into Greenleigh’s room, saw me battling the excess lotion, and said, “Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you – a little goes a long way with that lotion.”  It sure does!  One tube of the lotion will last you a long time.  Same with the diaper cream and bar soap.  And at only $7.99 you won’t be breaking the bank when you do need to pick up some more Live Clean Baby.

One of the things that I love about my blog is the chance to share my experiences with readers.  I talk about things I like, don’t like, love, and adore.  Let me assure you, the products that I received from Live clean Baby fall into the “adore” category.  You know something is a hit in my house when my husband wants to help me with my review.  We’ve been using these bath products for a little over a week now and I’m not stopping anytime soon.  I will definitely be picking up some more when we run out.

Disclosure:  This review was made possible by Mom Spark Media. Thoughts are my own.

 

Stranger Anxiety? Never Heard of It.

Well, my kids haven’t.

About a week ago, I saw a good friend post on Facebook about how her date night was derailed due to lack of a babysitter.  In response to this status, someone posted offering their teenage girls to babysit for a ridiculously reasonable rate.  My friend responded that she would love to take advantage of the offer, however her daughter was going through a stranger anxiety phase, and she was (understandably) nervous to leave her daughter with someone she didn’t know.

So here’s the thing – her daughter is about 10 days younger than Hazeline.  Um, no stranger anxiety here.  Never had it and not looking likely for the future.  And with the exception of Greenleigh’s intense fear of walking Disney characters (pretty much our main reason for hitting up the character breakfast every time we go to Disney – who needs timeouts when you can just tell her that Goofy is coming to our house), Greenleigh never had it either.

In fact, I very clearly remember a time when Greenleigh was 8 months old and woke up sick.  Having absolutely no place to bring her on such short notice, and considering she was not well enough to go to school, I packed up all our baby gear and drove her to my office, where one of the paralegals had graciously agreed to watch her while I attended a mediation downtown.  It was one of those mediations that I couldn’t miss, regardless of how sick my child was – the client had flown in New York, I was lead on the case, and one of the partners was going to be there to watch my presentation.  I hit more traffic than anticipated and was running very late by the time I got to my office.  While I refrained from throwing my child and all her gear from my moving vehicle, it was just short of that…and yet my baby didn’t flinch.  I had no time to introduce her and give her time to adjust, but it didn’t matter.  She had a great time hanging out with everyone at the office that day while I attended what ended up being a 5 hour mediation downtown.  And those were people Greenleigh hadn’t seen since she was 8 weeks old.  I have no doubt I could probably do the same with Hazeline.

Yes, yes, I know, I should be happy that I can leave my kids with complete and total strangers without a problem.  And that they would gladly snuggle up and ask them to read a bedtime story.  Sure, this has helped when I’ve been in a pinch, needed a sitter, and could only go by a friend’s recommendation, but seriously people, what’s wrong with my kids?  Are they just extroverts?  Or is it me?

At first I thought, “Maybe it’s daycare.  Greenleigh started daycare at 9 weeks and Hazeline started at 13 weeks, so maybe that’s it.  Maybe they are just so used to being around people other than me.”  And that all made sense, until I remembered that my friend’s daughter actually began daycare a couple of weeks before Hazeline.  So that’s not it.  Then I thought, “Okay, maybe my friend and her husband don’t go out a lot, so her kids never go to a babysitter; hence, fear of a new people.”  But according to her Facebook status updates, they get to go out on date nights far more that Erajh and I ever do.  I know because I’m slightly jealous whenever I see one of her status updates about a date night.

So what is it?  Why do I somehow produce kids who love being with other people?  How do they not know (or care) that stranger anxiety is supposed to appear somewhere between 7-18 months?  Did they somehow miss this very important memo?  Did I forget to give it to them?

Now, I would hate for you to think that I’m insinuating that my kids love others more than they love me, because I don’t think that.  The way that Hazeline smiles, giggles, and wiggles her feet when she sees me at daycare to pick her up is nothing short of over-the-top adorable.  She knows me.  She loves me.  She loves when I’m around.  And Greenleigh running to give me a hug when I pick her up in the evening is much like the people running towards each other in the meadow in the “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter” commercial.  It just seems that at times I’m easily switched out for, well, um, anyone else with a pulse.  And I can’t help but notice that just about everyone else with kids around the same age as my girls are dealing with stranger anxiety in one way or another.  Yet in our house, it’s non-existent.

Very soon, Erajh and I are going to have to have the whole “stranger danger” talk with the girls, but until then, I guess I just have to be happy that my kids love me…and everyone else.

I’m a Believer

In case you didn’t know it, there’s an anti-fruit juice revolution going on out there.  Tons of parents won’t let their kids touch a drop of fruit juice.  Why?  Well, there are so many reasons – needless calories, too much sugar, suppression of appetite (so that children won’t actually eat nutritious foods), and those are only a few of the reasons I’ve heard.  Some experts have said that no matter how organic, 100%, or no sugar added the juice is, you might as well be pouring your child a sippy cup full of soda.   In fact, if you are willing to sit still long enough for anti-juice enthusiasts to tell you all of the evils of fruit juice you will leave believing that Satan made it himself.  You know those juice boxes that they serve at little kid’s birthday parties every weekend all across the country?  Clearly the parents throwing that party are trying to kill your child.  The devil’s juice, I tell you.

Okay, so maybe you’ve caught on to the fact that I’m not exactly buying the whole “devil juice” idea.  I’m pretty sure The Devil doesn’t run a Juicy Juice factory.  With all that’s going on in the world today, I would assume he has his hands full and can’t take on that added obligation.

With that said, I do agree with a few points made by anti-juice revolutionaries.  Do I want my kids to live on a diet of strictly juice?  No.  Do I want it to be a major part of their diet?  No.  And yes, it’s true that my household went on a temporary juice embargo when I felt Greenleigh was having too much at daycare (they are apparently unaware of the revolution, and pour juice liberally there).  But as with pretty much everything, I believe in moderation.  I diluted juice for Greenleigh and offered milk and water as an alternative whenever I could.  In fact, I diluted her juice just the other day.  Shhh…don’t tell her.

But the best reason I heard for turning down juice was always, “my child just doesn’t like juice; they much prefer water.”  I suppose now, my dear friends who told me this exact thing know that I didn’t believe it.  Sorry guys, I just didn’t.  I mean, what kid turns down juice?  Why would you want plain water over a nice sugary beverage?  [I say this as I reach for my can of soda that is no further than 2 feet from me all day long.]  And they make it in so many yummy flavors!  They’re kids, right?  Kids love juice!

Which led me to the next most logical option – it must be the parents who don’t want their kids to have juice, so they make themselves believe that their kids don’t even like it.  You know, like that mom who says that her child doesn’t like birthday cake, only to whip a Del Monte fruit cup out of their purse for their child to “enjoy” instead?  Meanwhile, the child looks longingly at all the other kids eating cake while the mother is cramming fruit down Little Johnny’s throat because “he just likes it more than cake”.  And yes, I know, there are kids who can’t eat cake because they are intolerant to dairy, gluten, various dyes, etc., but in this particular case (that I watched happen very recently) it was because the child “just didn’t like cake”.  Oh, but his eyes told a much different story as he watched Greenleigh eat her cake.  He wanted that cake.  You could just tell.

Of course, I don’t have a problem with parents making the executive decision for their kids not to eat cake, drink juice, or whatever else it may be, I just wanted people to own it.  While I think it’s extreme to try to intercept a plate of birthday cake that’s on its way to your child (who is already drooling in anticipation), I suppose that’s fine parenting decision to make, but own it.  Tell people that Little Johnny can’t have it because you don’t want him to have it, not that he doesn’t want it.  In the same vein, if you don’t want your kids drinking juice, just say it, “No, I’m sorry, Little Johnny can’t have that.  I don’t want him to have that.”

So what could sway me from my firm belief that kids can’t like water over juice?  My second born.  Hazeline can’t stand juice.  At first, I refused to believe it and continued to offer diluted juice in a sippy cup a few times per week.  When she didn’t seem very interested, I blamed the sippy cup.  Clearly, she just didn’t understand how it worked yet.  On the rare occasions when she would manage to get a sip, she would get a terrible look on her face like she had just had a sip of the most vial substance on Earth.  Her little face would scrunch up, lips would pucker, and she would close her eyes tightly.  After a moment had passed, she would open her eyes and look at me, as if to say, “What the hell was that, Mom?”.  I figured maybe she had just gotten too much all at once, because it couldn’t be the juice itself.

Then one day I was out of juice.  I filled her cup with water, figuring it was just practice and she could at least play with the cup.  I didn’t expect her to have any real interest in it.  Of course that was the day that she told me that she knew exactly how to use the sippy cup, and she had known the entire time.  She guzzled down an ounce or so of water and looked at me for more.  How can this be?  There’s no juice in there.  Okay, I thought, she likes water.

But the behavior continued.  One day as I was attempting to mix a bottle of formula, Hazeline grabbed the bottle of pre-measured water out of my hand before I could mix the powder in.  I soon learned that what I thought were excited screeches as I made her bottle were actually her saying, “Hey, stop it Mom, your ruining my water.”  And on Sunday as we were sitting around the table having brunch, Hazeline squealed with delight as we fed her water from a straw, until we stopped and her shrieks of happiness turned to screams of displeasure.  It was then that the imaginary lightbulb above my head turned on and shined down on my previously disbelieving self – some babies really do love water, and they even prefer it over juice, formula, or anything else.  My child does not like juice, but loves water.  A believer was born.

Maybe there really are kids out there that don’t like birthday cake…no wait, I’m not ready to go that far yet.

Birdie’s Playhouse: The Wild World of Wildlife CD {Review & Giveaway} ***Giveaway Now Closed***

My girls love music, but I’ll confess, I’m not in love with all kids music and it can be a struggle to find something that we both like.  So when I heard about the award-winning Wild World of Wildlife CD from Birdie’s Playhouse, I was excited to try it.

The Wild World of Wildlife is full of cheerful, wildlife music with a Latin twist.  It’s intended for kids from 0-5 years, although I think kids older than 5 would enjoy it as well.  Each of the songs on this CD focuses on a specific animal, but not the traditional animals that so many other kids songs feature.  Instead, this CD spotlights iguanas, elephants, wombats, and manatee.  The songs are just long enough to get kids interested in each individual animal, but short enough for a toddler’s attention span.  Having just gone to the zoo, we were able to use this CD as a wonderful learning opportunity and reference some the animals we had seen.

This cd was a huge hit in our house.  When she first heard the music, Greenleigh’s first word was “Dance!”, and then she proceeded to get up and do just that.  I don’t think there was one track on this CD that she didn’t like.  Hazeline appeared to enjoy it too, and she clapped along as the music played.  While it would be hard to pick a favorite, they seemed to like the song “Iguana Wants to Baila” the best.  I think it would be fair to say that my kids went “wild” for this CD.

Better yet, I liked this CD.  I expected it to just be vocals, but it turned out to be vocals accompanied by drums, horns, pianos, and a variety of other instruments.  When you look at the list of credits on Birdie’s website it’s quickly apparent how talented the the group was that collaborated on this CD.   Perhaps most importantly, I enjoyed that there is an educational element to this music.  It can be hard to find music that is educational and fun, but this CD hits the mark.  If only we lived closer to Birdie…I would love for her to sing at Hazeline’s first birthday party.

Now the best part — Birdie is going to give one lucky reader their very own copy of this Wild World of Wildlife CD!

The Rules:

Want to enter?  There are two ways to enter this great giveaway:

You can do either one, or both.  It’s up to you, but I hope that you will do both so you can keep up with Birdie and all the Playhouse happenings.   Just leave me a comment for each entry.  Oh, and when you stop by her Facebook and Twitter, I would love for you to let her know that your stopping by from Diary of a Working Mom (not required, but appreciated).

This giveaway is open to those in the U.S. only.  Each person is allowed a maximum of two entries.  Giveaway entries will be open until Monday, February 6, 2012 at 11:59 EST.  Winner will be selected by using Random.org.  The winner will be contacted by email and have 72 hours to respond.

Good luck!

Thank you to all who entered, but unfortunately there can be only one winner, and that winner is Jeanne with comment #20!  The winner has been notified by email and has claimed her prize.  Congratulations Jeanne!  There will be lots more giveaways coming up, so stay tuned!

 

Word-ish Wednesday: 10 Months

Dear Hazeline,

Today you are 10 months old.  I can’t believe that we are a mere 2 months from your 1st birthday.  Unfortunately, in addition to being your 10 month-day, you also managed to come down with the sickness that Greenleigh had 2 weeks ago.  Despite being sick, you were still the happiest little girl today. You love to stand and cruise around the living room while holding on to the furniture.  The walker that Aunt Kim gave you for Christmas is a favorite, but you only know how to walk in a straight line and then I have to turn the walker around for you when you get  to the other side of the room.  Then the process is repeated another 32 times, which is what it normally takes for you to get tired or bored (which ever comes first).We also found out today (accidentally) that you know how to climb the stairs.  I have no idea where you picked up this ability, but you were very proud of yourself.No first words yet, just lots of velociraptor-like screeches.    You and your sister are best friends and have complete “conversations”.  The sound of you two giggling at each other for no apparent reason is the best sound in the world.  Greenleigh is always finding reasons to kiss you (please forgive the blurry cell phone picture).

While you will still let me feed you baby food with a spoon, puffs, yogurt melts, and arrow root cookies top the list of your favorite foods because they allow you to feed yourself.  As long as I keep your highchair tray full of your favorite foods, you will sit in a highchair all day (unlike your sister who at your same age would tolerate a highchair for approximately 13 seconds and then be over it).  You are also a huge fan of your sippy cup and use it well.  Strangely, you don’t like juice, but will guzzle down water.You are sleeping through the night again, thank goodness, but waking up around 6:45am.  Would you mind sleeping in just a little later tomorrow?  This mommy is tired and no doubt tomorrow will be another amazing day (even if you are sick and can’t go to daycare).

I love you so very much and can’t wait to see what tomorrow holds.

Let Them Eat Cake

Smash cake at Greenleigh's 1st Birthday, April 2010

It’s that time of year – Time to start planning Hazeline’s first birthday party!  She’s going to be ten months old in just a few days, which means I don’t have much time.  How did time get away from me (again)?  Two months sounds like plenty of time, but currently I have nothing planned.  I need to find a location, choose a theme, find invitations, get them printed, send them out, select a cake…the list goes on and on.  So much to do, so little time.  And Greenleigh’s birthday is less than 30 days after Hazeline’s, so there are 2 parties in our near future.  Oh yeah, and I haven’t done any planning for Greenleigh’s party either.

First things, first.  Since Hazeline’s birthday falls first on the calendar I decided to start brainstorming for her party over the weekend.  Maybe we’ll have it at a park?  But what if it rains?  It’s South Florida after all.  Do I get a bounce house for the older kids to enjoy?  Speaking of, what theme are we going for?  I roughly put together an entire farm animal theme (complete with petting zoo), only to take it apart again to explore a more unconventional theme.  Greenleigh’s first birthday was completely custom theme, and although it was tough to get the invitations and decor, I loved that she had an “original” pink and purple dinosaur birthday party.  Better yet, Hazeline’s only going to be one year, does there need to be a theme at all?  Is turning one a theme in and of itself?  I went around and around, and ended up settling on nothing.

But it did get thinking about friends who have kids around the same age as our girls.  I started to notice that a few of them had no parties at all.  At first, I thought maybe we just weren’t invited, but in a several instances we were actually told that there would be no party.  One or two decided to forgo the party due to finances and another family decided to use the money for a family trip to Disney World, both of which are totally understandable, but I couldn’t help but notice that a few just skipped the party altogether.

Skip the party?  Why would anyone do such a thing?

I’ll admit, when I was little, my parties were a little over the top.  My mom had a professional plan my parties and they were extreme – character appearances, custom cakes, ginormous props…I specifically remember a dog house going up in our front yard for my Snoopy themed birthday party when I was 3 or 4 years old.

As we got a little older, the parties were toned down a little, but my mom still went out of her way to make our birthday’s special.  We always had breakfast in bed while we opened our presents, got to plan activities during the day if there wasn’t school or brought special treats to school if school was in session, and got our favorite dinner that night with cake.  And we always had a party.  In college, birthday parties stopped, but there was always a celebration.  There was always an attempt to make that day special and different than all the others.

When Greenleigh was born, I got excited about birthday parties once again.  I had a strong desire to outdo my mom’s party planners.  The theme, invitations, and cake for her party were all picked out before she turned 4 months old.  I wish I were kidding.  I’m a bit of a planner, but I’ll admit, I was a little out of control.  God bless my husband for nodding and smiling through it all.

Greenleigh’s first birthday party was done entirely in a pink and purple dinosaur theme, complete with matching invitations and banners, dino shaped chicken nuggets for lunch, a character appearance, and musical entertainment for the kids.  I won’t tell you it was perfect (I forgot juice boxes and water bottles for the kids, novice parent mistake since my child didn’t drink from juice boxes yet), but I really tried to make it a special and amazing day for my child.  I also felt that this day was a day to celebrate my husband and I making it through the sleepless nights, growing pains, and teething that the first year brings.  Our party was a family celebration, and I wanted everyone who had ever met my child there.  At one point Erajh had to talk me down from inviting the pediatrician and daycare teachers, because I was sure they would want to be there.

After that first birthday, Erajh asked if I always planned to go overboard for her parties.  ”Of course,” I relied.  Hey, at least I’m honest.  And sure enough, I followed up with another great Elmo extravaganza birthday (complete with after party) for her second birthday.

But not throwing a party at all?  Or only having a cake after a normal day and dinner?  How can that be?  Why not celebrate?  I mean, I don’t judge a parent for not having a party for their child’s birthday, I just don’t understand it.  Unless it’s a religious or financial reason, I don’t understand why you wouldn’t want to go to extremes have a party.  Why not have a few people over to recognize this special day?  Why not distinguish this day from all the others on the calendar in a big way?

How do you celebrate your kids birthdays?  Big party or no party?  And if your answer is no party, why?

The Call

On Monday, I was sitting at my desk when I heard the words I never want to hear when I’m at work, “Jen, your daughters’ daycare is on the phone”.  I froze.  I internally panicked.  They don’t call you to tell you what a wonderful day your child is having.  I know what that call means.  It means one (or potentially both) of my kids is sick and need to picked up immediately.  Or within 45 minutes, according to our daycare’s rules.

At the time that “The Call” came in, I was already late leaving the office for a client’s medical exam and the next morning I was expected before a federal judge to pick a date for trial to begin next week.  Hours of trial preparation, clients flying in from afar, and conference calls were in my future, not taking care of a sick child.   “I don’t have time for my kids to be sick”, I thought.  In an effort to plan, I mentally went through all that needed to be done in the next few days and tried to think about how everything could be rearranged.  What was Erajh’s schedule like?  Maybe we could work something out.  We have to work something out.  Then I reluctantly picked up the phone.

Teacher: Hi.  Is this Hazeline’s mom?

Me: Yes, that’s me.  Hi, Ms. “X”.  How are you?  Is everything okay?

Teacher:  Well, you forgot to fill out the form for Hazeline’s breathing treatment this morning and we need it to give her the treatment.  She hasn’t been coughing but you said you wanted her to get a treatment this morning, so…

[Insert huge sigh of relief here]

I don’t know what she said after that, I was just so relieved that I didn’t have to drop everything to go and pick her up.

I sound like a bad mom, right?  One that doesn’t want to pick up their sick kids?  Horrible.  Actually, it’s quite the contrary.  I want to be the one there when they are sick.  Not only do I like to take care of them in their time of need, but I’m a bit of a control freak and like to be the one to have communication with the doctor and make sure that they are taking their medication on time and as directed.  I’m also the only one that knows the long list of asthma medications we have tried for Greenleigh, and the medications to which she is resistant.  But I have a job outside of the home and an employer who needs me to be places when things are scheduled, even if my kids are sick.

Now, it’s not as if my employer isn’t understanding when my kids are sick.  Quite the contrary.  My co-workers go above and beyond to ask about the girls and how they are doing, especially when they are sick.  I’m the one that worries.  Yes, I have vacation time and personal time, but just because my child is sick my obligations at work don’t stop.  I personally promised the client that I was going to be at the medical exam with her that afternoon, and I know they were relieved to hear it.  I would have felt terrible if I hadn’t been able to follow through on my promise.  Plus, if my work doesn’t get done, it won’t just affect me, it will affect others in the office.  Sure, one of the partners could have covered the court appearance the next day, but again, that was my responsibility and would have taken him away from his obligations.

For me, part of being a mom is about relationships.  Building a relationship with your kids, being there for them, and watching them grow.  Continuing to nurturing a relationship with your spouse, so it doesn’t get lost in the day-to-day shuffle.  But if you work outside of the home, especially for someone else as an employee, you have an additional relationships to take care of.  You have relationships with your employer and co-workers.  Even further, as an attorney I have a relationship to my clients that needs to be considered.  Yes, it’s true, family comes first, but you can’t just ignore these other relationships.  Even under perfect conditions, it’s a daily struggle to be everything to everyone, and fulfill everyone’s expectations.  Many days there’s no room for hiccups, like sick kids.

On this particular day we got lucky – no one needed to be picked up and nothing needed to be rearranged – but it won’t always happen that way.  And one day, when our kids really do need to be picked up in the middle of the day with little or no notice, Erajh and I will work together to make sure that one of us is there.  We have to, there is no other option.  I know that the world won’t end if I can’t be somewhere that work needs me to be, but it sure is easier when “The Call” ends up being a false alarm.

Word-ish Wednesday: We Now Live in a Gated Community

Baby gated, that is.

Of course, it’s only a matter of time before she figures out how the gate works and I have to find another method to keep her confined.

Word-ish Wednesday: Oh Christmas Tree!

All the decorations are officially up and the tree is completely decorated.  You know those people who have perfectly coordinated, professionally decorated trees?  We aren’t those people.  Our tree is filled with tons of sentimental ornaments, none of which match.   Since Greenleigh was uninterested in hearing about the significance of the ornaments, I figured I would take a minute and give you a tour of our tree.  These are just a few of my favorites.

First things, first.  These are the girls’ ornaments from this year – Elmo for Greenleigh and a Baby’s First Christmas for Hazeline.  They have their names and year written on them.  Greenleigh is in love with hers; Hazeline is mad I won’t let her use hers as a teether.We have ornaments for each of the “fur children” too.  The cat ornament is from 2002 when we adopted Sonoma; the dog ornament is from 2007 when we adopted Madison.Speaking of dogs, or rather Dawgs, we have tons of University of Georgia ornaments on the tree.  This is one of my favorites, I bought it for Erajh as a present while we were still dating.  Not sure of the year, but it had to be 2004 or earlier.On the same collegiate type note, this ornament was given to me by my mom in 2003 after I graduated from law school and passed the bar.  My mom always finds the best personalized ornaments!We also have a few ornaments from my childhood.  I love that ornaments that were on my tree as a kid are on my tree now.  I had a Snoopy stuffed animal in my bassinet before I was born (and still have him today), so we always had tons of Snoopy ornaments on the tree when I was a kid.This was an ornament I bought in 2006 when we were planning our wedding.  It’s a wedding dress and veil, it just didn’t photograph well.  I love this ornament and it does bring back a ton of memories from when I was wedding planning.  The tree wouldn’t be complete without this ornament.  Finally, my favorite ornament, purchased this year.Or, maybe I should say it was my favorite ornament until I uploaded the pictures to write this post and realized that they messed up the placement of the names.  My name should be on the reindeer on the right with the pink bow, but instead they put Greenleigh’s name there.  Oh well.  I still love it, and Greenleigh does make lots of the decisions around here anyway, so maybe she should be considered the female head of household.

P.S. – This is my 100th blog post!  How awesome is that?  Thanks for reading!