I know, I know. That title is major nerd cheese. If you know what it's from, then you just earned three cool points from me. (Nerds unite!)
So, it's been majorly quiet around these parts, I know. I have been an asthmatic, tired, blerg feeling couch potato lately. I'm not even going to lie or apologize for it either. Summer makes me grumpy and hot. And being hot makes me even more grumpy, so I've just been a grump-fest. My poor kid. Each day I thank God that He's given me enough tolerance to handle my 2 year old's tantrums and constant stream of questions and statements and questions and "I don't like that, Mommy." I swear, he just talks to talk sometimes, and come 6:30 (Dustin gets home around 7:30) I beg Roman to play the quiet game. I usually breakdown and just put on a movie so he'll zombie out and not talk. I don't even care if that's bad parenting... Keeping myself sane is a good parenting tactic, so I call it about even.
It's hilarious how far I've come since he was born. If he drops something and then picks it up and eats it, I don't even care. I usually do the same thing. Five-second rule, right? I'm not constantly worried that he's going to fall or trip. If he doesn't eat a well rounded meal, oh well. He usually makes up for it the next day. Some days, cheese and crackers and frozen blueberries is whats on the dinner menu and he doesn't complain at all. Applesauce that's not organic? Who cares. I mean, I used to, and I still do care about the pesticides that we ingest, but I refuse to beat myself up over a single packet of cooked and pureed fruit. Also, he may or may not request chocolate milk specifically from "Dar-bucks" if we're out and about. Yup. And I let him have whipped cream on top sometimes, too. NON-ORGANIC whipped cream. *gasp* My kid knows what Starbucks is and I'm not even bothered anymore. I feel sometimes that the pressure to be a perfect, hippie, organic only, Real-Foodie parent is majorly crushing. I've kind of learned to find a balance that works for us, and having that weight (self imposed, mind you) lifted has allowed me to breathe a bit. Well, not really because the asthma and one lung and pulled chest-cavity muscle make it hard to breathe in general. You know what I mean, though.
I'm also trying to be less-judge-y of the Moms around me and what they feed, do, show and expose their kids to because that's kind of hypocritical and bitch-tastic of me. Nobody is perfect. I've never seen a perfect kid or a perfect Mother or Father. I don't think that there is such a thing and that's okay. :)
On a side note, Boys are stinky. Or at least my boy is. No matter how much I wipe him up and down, top to bottom, something on him always smells slightly like sourdough bread. Those grubby little boy hands he puts in his mouth and then clenches tight until the bad-breath bouquet blooms all across his pudgy digits. Ugh. He's also learned that he can pick his nose and that there is a difference between ear and nose boogies (we call earwax "ear boogies"). He's also taken to occasionally talking about himself in the third person, which we find hilarious.
*in the shower, to Dustin*
"Daddy, don't wash the baby!"
Another side note: I'm dreaming (DREAMING, folks!) about Fall. Is Summer over yet? Is it too early to put my Halloween decorations up yet? I think I actually asked my Mom if it was taboo to do such a thing on July 5th. The fourth of July, to me, is the last official Summer holiday. Maybe not, but it should be. I want to make stew, damnit! I want to use my oven and NOT have to turn the air conditioner down five degrees to compensate for the heat. I miss my hot tea first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Even having the crock pot on heats up the kitchen. Bah-SUMbug!
Bring on the fallen leaves and the hats and the scarves. Ooooooh, Fuzzy socks! Bring on the soup and the heater, our winter blanket and homemade stock! I'm excited for Thanksgiving dinners and football and the wrapping of loot! Dang nabbit, I want to wear my Ugg boots (don't judge). Oh, gee! The Martha Stewart Christmas issue! Stockings and garlands and fresh Christmas trees! The Grinch Who Stole Christmas and that sweet Charlie Brown. Cheesy holiday movies like Halloweentown!
Fall, I welcome you with open arms. Come to Momma.