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Sorry I’ve been M.I.A. for a bit, my sister and her brood were in town and we had to cram in a year’s worth of memories and fun in just eleven days! Its been a whirlwind around the Huffman Homestead full of cousin sleepovers, late nights, lots of ice cream eatin’, and TONS of giggles. Now that the Smiths are back in Ohio, we can get the kids back on a normal sleeping routine. Which, in and of itself, is a lot like trying to tape a document back together once its been run through a shredder.

 

 

Sleep training (and sleep re-training) is the worst. Solidarity, Mommas.

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Tomorrow is the Fourth of July and I know many of you with small children will be loading up the family and taking them to see fireworks. May I offer you a piece of advice?

 

DON’T DO IT!

 

Seriously. Just don’t. Why? Oh, I’ll explain. Welcome to my presentation: The Seven Stages of Going to See Fireworks With Babies and Toddlers as told in gifs.

 

Stage One: Excitement

Husband: “Honey, the Air Force Base/church/local petting zoo/tire and lube express is putting on a fireworks show for the Fourth! We should take the kids!”

Kids’ reaction:

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Your reaction:

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Stage Two: Prep

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“Johnny needs diapers, wipes, a sippy cup, and hat. Suzy needs a water bottle, a change of clothes, and her favorite bear. We also need bug spray, sunblock, lawn chairs, snacks, a cooler…”

 

Stage Three: Finding a Spot

You will NEVER find one close enough no matter how early you arrive.

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Stage Four: Waiting For the Fireworks

“Mommy, when do they start?”

“Mommy, where are the fireworks?”

“Mommy, I want to go home!”

“Mommy, I need to pee!”

“Mommy, I’m hungry/hot/thirsty/have to pee AGAIN!”

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Stage Five: Pandemonium 

The fireworks start and the children lose their ever-loving minds and scream, cower, and hide. Meanwhile, you’re trying to keep everyone calm so you don’t make a scene/ruin someone else’s time:

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Stage Six: Regret

You to Husband: “WE’RE NEVER DOING THIS AGAIN!”

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Stage Seven: Denial and Forgetfulness

The next year…

Husband: “Babe, let’s take the kids to see fireworks!”

You:

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Sound familiar?

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As moms, we know that our work never stops. There’s always laundry to fold, dishes to wash, boo-boos to kiss, tantrums to soothe, and booties to wipe. Our “shift” is never over; its a 24/7/365. The oh-so-funny ladies at My Life Suckas knows what we’re talkin’ about. Just check out this parody of Bruno Mars’ 24K Magic— you’ll be feeling hashtag same, sistah.

 

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Summer is here which means trips to the beach, the pool, and the water park. While many of us are super excited to don our swimsuits, not everyone feels the same. I know I struggle A LOT with body acceptance and how I feel I look. This week, I read an article about a mom that used her daughter’s “no filter moment” as a way to teach about body acceptance and what “fat” really means. I thought this was a great reaction and also wondered if there were any resources for moms of girls/girls themselves to help them accept their bodies the way they are and celebrate their uniqueness! Here are some great items I came across:

 

No Body’s Perfect by Kimberly Kirberger

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Just one glance at the summary of this book proves it is a must-read for tweens and teens: “…powerful stories and poems from real teens, as well as personal tales and advice from the author, this book strives to help girls learn to accept, love, and appreciate their bodies–and, in turn, to love themselves.”

 

A Smart Girl’s Guide to Liking Herself , Even on the Bad Days by Laurie Zelinger

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This book is from a series of “self-help”-type books for girls from the creators of the American Girl doll line. There are several books that deal with issues all kids will face: bullies, drama, trouble with friends, getting along with siblings, and doing well in school. This particular book helps girls understand the emotions they are feeling, how to work through them, and also how to control their emotions and trust themselves.

 

Beauty & Self-Esteem Dice Game: Rockin’ Your Body Image for Self-Esteem Groups

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This printable game from the Teachers Pay Teachers store, Mental Fills, is a great way to get girls to open up and talk about their body issues in order to improve the way they feel about themselves. According to the TPT site: “Rock ‘In Your Body Image is a dice game that helps identify and dispute body image distortions in an effort to improve body image and self esteem. Helpful activity for eating disorder behavior, and self confidence improvement for individual and girl’s groups.”

 

The Care and Keeping Of Us Cara Natterson

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I know, another American Girl book. BUT, this one is too awesome to not talk about! This book is actually three books in one and helps to foster communication between girls and their mothers: “…there’s so much for moms and girls to talk about. But how do girls ask the questions they need answers to, and what words can moms use to answer those questions? Here’s the solution! This kit includes twin books, one for girls and one for moms, filled with dozens of how-to-say-it scripts to get the conversations going. These scripts give girls the words to talk about all the big topics from body basics, hygiene, and healthy habits to friends, first-love crushes, clothing, and more. And mom’s book gives her the actual words to respond to her girl’s questions, as well as scripts to initiate important conversations with her daughter. Plus, a sharing journal lets both moms and girls jot down everything from jokes, memories, and must-remember moments to thoughts, questions, and even to-dos. Two bookmarks are included to guide each other to the latest entry or point out something they don?t want the other to miss. The journal becomes a great keepsake, and the books will be a hand-me-down resource to treasure. Kit includes: The Care & Keeping of Us: A How-To-Say-It Book for Girls, The Care & Keeping of Us: A How-To-Say-It Book for Moms, and The Care & Keeping of Us: A Book for Girls and Their Moms to Share.”

 

Have you read any of these? Do you have a resource/book/game that YOU use to help your daughter? Share in the comments below!

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Today has been one of those days, y’all. Those days that include you literally biting your tongue so you don’t completely lose your ish, sneaking into the other room to inhale a bag of chocolate, and counting down the seconds until naptime.

If you’re like me, on days like this you’ve got to laugh to keep from crying. And I’ve rounded up a bunch of parental puns sure to get you through until your hubs gets home so you can hide in the bathroom to drink wine and surf Pinterest. Enjoy!

 

 

 

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A week or so ago, I spent the night away from the Huffman Homestead. My sister and I were hosting our little cousin’s (who is basically a little sister to us) bachelorette party. Huff the Hubs called me and said he and his parents were taking the kids downtown so Huff the Tot could ride in the Cinderella carriage. Immediately, I panicked. And let HtH know all the terrible things that could wrong:

“There are tons of cars downtown; Huff the Tot is a fast little thing and can wiggle free from anyone’s grasp. What if she runs into traffic?!” 

“Downtown is dangerous! And, I love you, Babe, but you’re not the most observant person. Can you REALLY keep an eye on both kids?” 

“Huff the Babe does NOT need to be out in this heat! He’ll need a hat, sunscreen, bottle of water…Maybe its best not to go!”

Then, Huff the Hubs said four words to me:

“Be where you are.”

I let that sink in for a minute.

Be where I am?! He thinks I can “be where I am”?!

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How could I possibly “be where I was” when my husband–my life partner, my teammate, my man–was taking our sweet precious baby angels to the perilous cesspool crawling with drunks and kidnappers known as Downtown?!

This, friends, is what its like to have OCD.

After I had Huff the Tot, I went to counselling for post-partum depression. After I talked her ear off for an hour, she asked, “So how long have you had obsessive-compulsive disorder?”

“What? I don’t have OCD. I have post-partum.”

“Actually,” she said, “you’re dealing with PPOCD. And I’m willing to bet you’ve been dealing with OCD a lot longer than this.”

As we went into my history, it was obvious. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t realized it before. My OCD isn’t necessarily the compulsive part (i.e., turning light switches on and off/washing my hands/touching a doorknob so many times), its more of the obsessive part. The terrible “what-ifs” (AKA, intrusive thoughts) will pop into my head and they just can’t leave.

Hence, my imagining all of the hazardous things awaiting my family in the heart of the city.

“Be where you are.” 

I let those words ring in  my mind. This was actually something I had learned in counselling: my obsessive thoughts about everything that could happen were not reality. Could something bad happen? Sure. But the likelihood was low and chances were that they would all have a great time.

And you know what? They did. I mean, look at that face:

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The rest of the evening, I tried to not focus on those annoying thoughts trying to get me to panic. Instead, I focused on my cousin–the lovely bride-to-be–and had a fun time! Some days its difficult to work through the panic and realize that my thoughts are not me and I am not my thoughts.  Other days, its not too bad. Thankfully, I’ve got a great support system and wonderful family and friends to help me through it all. Not to mention, a great husband that gives me great advice in just four little words.

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This weekend, I described my #threenager as a “rabid monkey hopped up on speed”. And y’all, its the truth. I don’t know what it is about three-year-old’s but they are CRAY. My dad usually says, “What do you expect? She’s only been in the world three years!” But still. The way a toddler can go from sweet to downright unhinged is insane! I seriously think this is a way a toddler’s mind operates:

 

“My mom just walked into the bathroom and shut the door. She’s probably in dire need of my attention. I better go open the door twenty-seven times to make sure she’s okay.” 

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“What is this thing they keep calling ‘bedtime’? I’ve NEVER heard of this phenomena! I’ll probably never be able to eat anything ever again! I’ll ask for an endless parade of snacks and cups of water, because this is my first bedtime EVER.” 

 

 

“How dare my mom ask me if I want chicken nuggets! Of course I don’t! I want a peanut butter and jelly sandwich!” *PB&J placed before child. Child sees sibling eating nuggets* “I MUST HAVE THOSE CHICKEN NUGGETS! PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY IS GARBAGE!” 

 

“I’m really tired. I don’t think I’ll nap. Instead I’ll just scream, cry, kick, and throw a tantrum whenever someone so much as looks in my direction. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”

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“Wow, Mommy cleaned my room so well! She even organized my books. I think I’ll dump them all out on the floor.”

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“Mommy’s carrying the diaper bag, her purse, my brother, her car keys, and a drink. Yeah, I think I’ll ask her to carry my blanket and cup, too.” 

 

“My Daddy’s driving. Now would be a good time to tell him I need my shoe that I purposefully took off and threw into the seat behind me. How should I let him know? Ah, got it! I’ll scream bloody murder! That’ll work!” 

 

“I see Mommy about to lose her last thread of patience because I painted the walls with my markers. I better go give her a hug so she doesn’t come completely unglued.” 

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Sigh. Gotta love those little maniacs.