not feeling so supermum, stuff best described as not safe for parents

Wormlets are a bad, bad idea

May 27, 2011

There’s this thing I like to do when the kids step out of the shower. I call it the wormlet. Well, because they get wrapped up nice and tight and wriggly like a teensy weensy little baby worm.

The benefits of the wormlet are manifold. They stay warm so they don’t catch a cold. They stay snug so I don’t have to chase their flailing naked bottom around the house. They are held captive so I get to munch on those baby cheeks twice a day. Also, come on, do I need to tell you how cute this looks?

But then my friend, Sean has been telling us for months that the wormlet is a bad, bad idea. It’s an accident waiting to happen because should they trip and fall, they can’t use their hands to break the fall and will fall flat on their face. Apparently he knows this because it happened to him as a child and that’s how he split his chin open.

Except I was all “my kids have exceptional balance and besides, the walk from the bathroom to the bedroom is like 20 steps tops. That’s practically fall-proof.”

I obviously didn’t factor in the fact that I’m an accident magnet and anyone who’s got my genes is pretty much doomed.

And this is where I tell you that baby girl had a nasty fall while doing the wormlet and split open her bottom lip. Thankfully it wasn’t her chin and thankfully she didn’t need stitches. She does however, have a battle scar in the form of a ginormous ulcer that she now wears like a badge of honor.

Which means that she’s basically gets whatever she wants for the next few days because she’s got +100 I-told-you-so points after mommy made her fall on her face.

Kirsten: Mommy can I have gummies/ice-cream/yoghurt/lollipop/juice/french fries?

Me: After lunch, baby.

Kirsten: See, my lip pain pain.

Me: Ok ok, fine. I guess you can have some now. *sigh*

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motherhood, not feeling so supermom, seriously somewhat serious

Stopping to smell the roses

May 26, 2011

The amazing thing about parenting is that I learn more from them than they learn from me. Sure, I teach them basic stuff like how to do the poopsie in the toilet and identify different flower species. But in return, they teach me far more important lessons like how to stop and smell those flowers.

Yesterday, we spent some time on the swing set downstairs during our usual playground session. I showed her how to close her eyes and throw back her head while in motion to feel like she was flying.

She practiced a few times, then beamed and said “I’m happy, mommy.”

Momma’s happy too, sweetheart.

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seriously somewhat serious

Learning to deal

May 25, 2011

Frankly, it’s been a pretty crappy couple of days we’ve had since Friday. Having gone through my share of difficult days, I’ve developed a very handy chart to help deal with the awfulness. They work like 37% of the time.

  • Mildly irritating days you wish you can swat away like a pesky fly  ==>  nice long bath
  • Things that don’t seem to go right days ==> extra large bubble tea
  • Murphy’s Law is laying it on really thick days ==> hours of funny or die fun
  • Probably the worst day of my life ==> tragic Korean melodramas to remind myself that other people do have it a lot worse and I should really stop whining

If you must know, this was of the DEAR GOD PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY BEFORE I EAT MY OWN ARM variety, which basically kicks the behind of every other crappy day I’ve ever had. This is the kind of day that requires a whole new level of dealing.

1. Repeated viewings of the crazy nastyass honey badger. Because we can all learn a bit of tenacity from this little guy. After the 35th viewing, I’m all psyched up like “come on cobra, that the best you got? you better bring it because I’ll be having your ass for breakfast tomorrow.” FYI, you probably want to skip this step if you’re uncomfortable with um, strong language.

2. Repeated viewings of Rocky. I really don’t need to explain this, unless you’ve never watched Rocky, then my only explanation is that you really should watch it.

3. Repeated viewings of my kids doing the Sally Sally Lom Chiam Pas. Because it reminds me that these 2 little humans are worth more than anything else in the world and they make the crappiest of days much less crappy.

They say bad days don’t last forever but sometimes, it feels like it does. And when it feels that way, we just got to keep putting one foot in front of the other until those bad days get gradually better. Fun times.

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