Define Work, por favor

The stereotype of a stay at home mom is what I like to call the "Real Housewives Effect". Don't get me wrong I LOVE that show, I LIVE to watch it and at times I'm actually JEALOUS of their amazing tans, fantastic physiques, huge bank accounts & even the lack of "housewiving" they do. I am tempted to re-create that show but in a true REALITY form. Sure you can follow me around all day while I change diapers, clean up spilled people food & dog food in the finest couture of yoga pants/t-shirts and even on occasion pajamas. Sometimes I look at the "dress clothes" section of my closet and think, "Jeeze will Tootles think I look amazing in this outfit while changing his diaper?" and then I go to the "comfy" section pull out a cute t-shirt and black (always black) yoga pants....and begin my day. I hold my pony tailed head high as I cut Tootles apples & flip his eggies. I wear so many hats in one day sometimes I feel like Medusa, with all of her snakes. I am an alarm clock, cook, maid, repair lady, event planner, personal shopper, a doctor, a tissue, referee (yes I have one child...but I do have a furbaby who sometimes doubles as a punching bag) and sometimes the only rider on the crazy train conducted by Toots himself.

bottom line is I.DO.WORK. Stay at home moms say it with me: I DO WORK!!! One more time for the people in the back: I DO WORK!!

I do...it seems like such a crazy concept but its real. Contrary to popular belief I dont sit at home watching soaps (okay okay I do watch Days of our Lives- but its during nap!) and eat bon-bons while my son wrecks the  house, nor do I ALWAYS have the time to “do favors” or host play dates, though we do love the occasional visitor!!. My time is as precious as a mom who leaves the house to work. I am up at 5 am most mornings and in bed at midnight most nights. And each minute I do have is so precious to me. Please don’t get me wrong- I love being a mom, and I love my son more then life itself.

Take heed fellow mommies/wives/....lets be considerate of one another. Because moms, even though we are not a rare breed, we need to be on the same team!!

END RANT!

ps...I totally wrote this while watching RHofOC oh the irony!


**sorry for the craziness of this ditty- no funnies, all truths**

Preemie? What Preemie?

Lets back up a little...to the middle! :)

Our son was 10 weeks early...yep, a whole 10 weeks.  He just couldn't wait to get out into this big crazy world to start experiencing it on his own. I think he was sick of being carried around.

So, out he came...all 2 lbs 12 oz  & 17 inches of him. And he was CUTE!! Even all hooked up he was cute.

See I wasnt lying!!! :)

During our NICU stay-62 days to be exact- we experienced alot of highs & just as many lows. But we made it through, slightly unscathed. We met some amazing people and developed great friendships that are still intact today. There is something to be said about people bonding during a crisis. There are amazingly supportive & loving "strangers" out there. And they become friends...that eventually become family.

 He was finally able to come home on 2 days after his 2nd month "birthday". We came home with a little extra baggage- and I dont mean my SUPER FAB green (fake) snake skin diaper bag...I'm talking oxygen & apnea/heart monitor baggage. It was quite the adjustment. New parents thrown into parenthood the scariest way ever. But (luckily??) I know so many people who were in my situation, (preemie, NICU, lots of doctors, etc) that it helped us ALOT!

but I digress...

Happy 18 Months my little babycakes!!

Today was his 18 month (happy birthday baby!!) check up. He came home at 4 lbs 4 oz...he is weighing in at 24 lbs 4 oz. And he is measuring at his real age, and above average at his adjusted age. And this made my heart burst! For 18 months we have been working diligently with him to help him "catch up" to his real age. Im not rushing him through life, Im just trying to make it a little easier for when hes ready for school.

I am so proud of my little Tootles, he makes it easy to be a mom. Im always proud of him, maybe not when hes having a hissy fit, but even then maybe you can catch a little (proud) smile on my face!

Holy Lazy Batman!

So I was inspired to restart my musings for two reasons:
1. My very good friend (dare I say amazhzing?) Rachel- who took a leap and started hers again!
and
2. My son Tootles is hysterical and I definitely need to be sharing his funnies!

Tomorrow he turns 18 months. Tomorrow I lose my mind.
For the last few days he has been a crazy wreck. Like trantrum throwing, wild screaming, up all night, crazy wreck. Im not sure, I mean Im no doctor but Im sure we are entering (cue scary music) the TERRIBLE TWOS!!
So those of you who know my son (and those who dont!) he is pretty mild natured and good mannered. Not the "throw myself on the floor because I have a bad case of I-WANTS" kind of boy. But it happend. To us. In a store. And we (my hubs & I) had two older men come up to us and say..."Oh Well this is where the noise is coming from"...as if we were a hidden music box. C'mon people pull yourself together.
Because at some point we were all that child. Throwing a tantrum. In front of our parents & others.


& I just noticed that I did not even touch the subject of my laziness/or any background....I guess I will keep the suspense building!