Scribbling Dame

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Visual Moments in Motherhood January 12, 2011

To make my blog more equal opportunity for you visual learners out there, I now include a weekly post of an image that comes up when I google “mother images.” Because I am well-read and classy I then enlighten you by interpreting how the image captures real moments in Motherhood.

 

There is nothing better than baby snuggles–even when your baby looks like a porcelain doll that your Great Aunt orders you from the Home Shopping Network. The snuggability factor is one of babies’ best survival mechanisms. Their use of the technique only becomes more selective as they learn how to best manipulate the balance between asking you to do a lot for them–like wake up at all hours of the night or clean up their puke–and your threshold for cuteness. They know that if they cuddle you, you are enslaved.

Watch out lady with the fake baby. Watch out.

 

Visual Moments in Motherhood October 22, 2010

Filed under: Visual Moments in Motherhood — Scribbling Dame @ 11:29 pm
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To make my blog more equal opportunity for you visual learners out there, I now include a weekly post of an image that comes up when I google “mother images.” Because I am well-read and classy I then enlighten you by interpreting how the image captures real moments in Motherhood.

 

For all my complaining about motherhood, we all know that the key survival mechanism of our children is their supreme ability to insert a moment of cuteness and innocence into just the right moments (usually this is just as mommy is about to lose her shit and start weeping unconsolably). Today my daughter had two of these moments, which means she is stocking up on her cuteness reserve which sort of frightens me but lets live in the moments. Lovable moment number 1) In the car this morning I get asked, “Mommy, what’s migration?” First, this is an impressive question which makes me feel like I actually might be doing something right by this child. Second, migration sounds way more fun and interesting in a teeny cutesy preschool voice. 2) While her grandparents babysat her tonight, she put on her grandma’s reading glasses, at which point Granda asks baby girl, how’d you get so beautiful? To which my daughter replies, “because Mommy is.”  Well played child. You may just find $5 in your piggy bank when you wake up.

 

Survival of the Cutest January 23, 2010

Filed under: Mommy Issues — Scribbling Dame @ 11:54 am
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Sofia was sick this week. All of you moms know that when you say your kid is sick, you are really saying, “my life is hell.” Having a sick kid is synonymous with no sleep, patience tried, hurricane house, and awful feelings of helplessness.

I am a lucky woman because usually my husband gets up with the baby if she wakes in the middle of the night, which is actually rare. This is our agreement because 1)I carried her for nine months, delivered her and then breastfed her so he owes me big and 2)he can go back to sleep in less than one minute, wheras I take a good hour to fall back asleep.

But, I have Wednesdays off of work, so when she woke at ungodly o’clock on Tuesday night (Wednesday morning?) I got up with her. She wanted to go downstairs. She wanted apple juice. I knew that if I went downstairs with her we’d never go to sleep, so I opted for the guest bed instead. She was not happy.

Not only did she not let me lay down but she would not allow me to lean on the headboard. I had to sit up, holding her 30 pounds of sorrow and somehow get her to stop crying without getting out of bed. Forty-five minutes later the crying stopped, and she would allow me to lay down while she sat next to me, whispering things. Patience is not my strong suit and neither is lack of sleep (somewhat challenging traits as a mother frankly). Needless to say, if she understood what $100 was, she would have had it just to be quiet and sit still.

Just when I think that it’s either going to be her or me, she puts her hands on the sides of my face, looks me in the eyes and whispers, “I wuv ew Mommy.” Then she gives me the sweetest cuddle hug.

This  and giant eyes are how babies secure their place in the world. Purity and sweetness always prevails. I am so glad for it.

 

 
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