Mommy Monday

Mommy Monday New Banner

 

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.

Mommy Monday

mommy-monday3

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.

 

Mommy Monday

Mommy Monday New Banner 2

 

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!

 

 

 

695372ace0e5a8e8e68ef45b94d03509

46317ea86d900a040065438029754cc5

344dd0de8a198a807f2ab1e3f7597ffe

 

a6fc2dd8f696f88164d8e63f3c6bedb2

58cbe10316a89a2b23dfdd5c4fc6ae9d

2ca6207e45ccc0e62fb20bf4b71fc517

 

c0e08a7373f039accdde1b1aff8572c9

25e41100538f6ac0b9eb3948552e9275

 

84f0e04ba7de1b10dfb845bae214067c

 

1f556f3c0a6c79f167ecdf54e43e3ae3

 

084f48e398d860f8980f8c3e8d38aea5

Mommy Monday

mommy-monday3

 

Something I’ve been working on lately is trying to not freak out about every little mess the kids create. I know what you’re thinking, “But Jessica, you seem so easy going…” Oh yeah, I’ve got patience for daaaaayyyyssss….(#sarcasm)

imsuperchillallthetime

I think I’ve come to grips with the fact that the living room and my kid’s rooms will never be sparkling clean for more than ten minutes at a time and that my car will perpetually have goldfish cracker dust and chocolate milk splatters everywhere. But when it comes to dirt/mud/grass/anything that should stay outside coming inside, well…that’s a whole different story.

The other day Huff the Tot wanted to play outside. Even though it had been a little rainy the day before, I figured it would do us all some good to get outside. I grabbed Huff the Babe’s bouncy seat and we all went outside for some sunshine. While HtB played happily in his seat, HtT was running around, looking for butterflies. I decided to get some steps in and just walked around the yard. It got quiet and I looked over to see HtT digging in the mud and using it to “paint” on the fence. Her pink pants were now a lovely shade of brown up to her calves and her hands were caked in mud.

is

I was about to say, “Stop! Get out of the mud! You’re making a mess!” but I stopped myself. She wasn’t hurting anyone, she wasn’t in any danger, and I reminded myself clothes can be washed. Instead of scolding, I walked over to her and said, “Hey sis, whatcha doing?” She looked at me and, for a moment, I think she thought she was going to get in trouble. When she saw I wasn’t freaking out, she smiled wide and said, “I’m painting, Momma! Look! Its us!”

giphy (9)

My heart was so full! A moment later, my resolve was tested again. Huff the Tot eventually grew tired of the dirt and started swinging on her new swingset. Suddenly she jumped off and shouted, “I HAVE TO GO PEE PEE!” and ran to the back door.

CRAP! I thought. She’s going to get mud everywhere and I’m going to have to clean her off and ack! I gotta get the baby! 

Being the control freak I am, I ran and grabbed her up before she could go inside.

controlling

I had her kick off her flip-flops and let her go to the bathroom. “I’ll be there in a second!” I called to her. “I need to get Bubby inside!”

A million scenarios ran through my mind and they all came to the same ending: there was going to be dirt and mud everywhere. I knew there would be a teeny little footprint path all the way to the bathroom as well as handprints on the walls. (Try to keep a threenager from touching the walls with dirty hands. See how THAT goes for ya…)

After I got HtB inside and settled, I went to the bathroom to help HtT. This is what I saw:

IMG_2750

 

I very easily could’ve freaked out. My head immediately went to: “She’s going to be soaking wet! She shouldn’t be sitting on the counter, what if she fell?! Great, now I’m going to have to clean the sink for the second time today…” But, I took a breath.

calm

Again, she wasn’t in any immediate danger. She was doing something helpful. She took it upon herself to clean herself up–my kid was exhibiting initiative and independence, how could I possibly be mad about that?!

I didn’t get on to her. I grabbed my phone, snapped a pic and said, “You’re doing a great job cleaning up!” My daughter beamed at me and said, “Thanks, Mommy! I’m a good helper, huh?”

It did my heart good to see my kid so excited. Would she have been so willing to be helpful had I gotten on to her outside and put the kabosh on playing in the mud instead of letting her just be a kid? Thankfully, I won’t know.

Now I’m not saying I’m perfect because lawd I know I’m still a control freak and like things done a certain way. And I may not ever be 100% okay with mud, dirt, and gunk. But, for now, I will revel in my tiny victory and use it as motivation for next time.

tenor

 

 

Mommy Monday

Mommy Monday New Banner

 

Here lately, I’ve been trying to make a conscious effort to teach Huff the Tot about kindness and empathy. (Daniel Tiger is a GREAT resource for this! Plus, that kid has a song for errything!) I want her to be mindful of others as well as of her own emotions. I picked up a few books from the library, but this one was my absolute favorite:

cover-have

Its called, Have You Filled a Bucket Todayand it is AMAZING! The book describes how everyone, all over the world carries around an invisible bucket. And when your bucket is full (of good thoughts and feelings about yourself) you feel happy. But when your bucket is empty, you feel sad and lonely.

The book goes on to explain how we can fill other’s buckets (and, in turn, fill our own) and become “bucket fillers”.

61PXPZo--eL

It also tells how there are some people who try to take good feelings from others’ buckets, thinking they can fill their own buckets but that will never work. These people are known as “bucket dippers”(i.e., bullies).

IMG_4742

This has been great for Huff the Tot! I’ve read it to her several times and she has said, on more than one occasion, “Mommy, I {insert something here such as “pick up my toys”, “draw you a picture”, or “build you a castle”} and I will fill your bucket up!”

bucket2

There are a TON of activities on the book’s website as well as on Pinterest! So you can keep the learning going with fun coloring pages or crafts! I think this would be a GREAT porject for an elementary school class as well! Heck, I think everyone in the nation could use some bucket filling nowadays!

 

Have you ever read this book? What did you think? Have you read one that covers the same premise? Share in the comments below!

Mommy Monday

mommy-monday2

 

I’ve been off my game lately when it comes to blogging. And showering. And fixing my hair. And doing laundry. Why, you ask?

Kids.

Don’t get me wrong; I LOVE my kids. They are the reason I get up every day. (Literally. You can only pretend to be asleep for so long before your toddler knocks on the door, asking for chocolate milk.) But seriously, I love my kids with all my heart. They give me SO much joy! They also give me so many headaches. Because parenting is basically cleaning up after little dictators that push you super close to the edge of a cliff before swooping in and doing something so adorable that you forget all the crap they put you through. And then the next day it repeats.

To keep myself from going completely crazy, I like to read funny tweets from other parents to 1–let me know I’m not alone in this fight and 2–help me to laugh to keep from crying. I thought I’d share some of my favorites with you, because, I’m sure you need a giggle as well!

 

parenting-tweets

parenting-tweets-2parenting-tweets-3parenting-tweets-4parenting-tweets-5parenting-tweets-6

 

Seen any funny parenting tweets? Send them to me on Twitter at @thehuffmanpost!

Mommy Monday

mommy-monday2

 

Before Huff the Hubs and I got married, I was very much an early bird. There was a time in my life which I would get up at 4:30 a.m. and run 2-3 miles, everyday, with my sister. We had to wake up that early so both of us could shower (we were still living with Mom and Dad) and be out in the door in time to be at work by 7:30. I did that for a solid two years.

Now?

8melw

 

Seriously though. With Huff the Babe not sleeping through the night for the better part of last year, there was no way in Hades I’d be able to get up at 4:30 (though, chances were I’d already be up anyhow) and workout.

But once we FINALLY got that little turkey on a sleep schedule, life became much more manageable. One of my goals this year is to wake up an hour before the kids get up so I can workout, eat breakfast, and get myself ready for the day. I’m only a week in and I’ve got to tell you, it has made a WORLD of difference.

amazing

 

I’ve found I feel much more ready to face the day when I’ve had a chance to get stuff done before the kids wake. Not only that, but I feel like I’ve been spending more quality time with the kiddos because I’m not distracted by trying to get a million things accomplished. And, best of all, I can nap while the kids nap in the afternoon!

giphy-1

 

This season of life is tough, but this change (waking up early) definitely makes it much more manageable.

Try it for a week–I guarantee you’ll see a difference!