"I wish I had a crimper."~~Lovebug
Me, "WHY?!"
"So I could crimp my hair (insert a duh face here).", said Lovebug
Me, "Is THAT back in style now???"
"YES"
Oh, my.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Boys vs Girls
Being a "boy mom" is truly a world of difference from being a "girl mom". I've read a few blogs where ladies go on and on about how happy they are to be one over the other. To be honest, I sometimes take offense to it, especially when it's moms talking about how having boys is so much better or easier.
I'm calling you out on that.
It's not easier. It's just different.
Yes, girls have drama and all the girly issues. I get it. I hate it, too. As do most other normal mothers out there. But what message does it send all the little girls out there, one of which could marry your little prince one day no less, when we as a group of women go on and on about how much better it is to be a mom of boys because we don't have as much of the emotional baggage that seems to come with girls?
And to get real real, I'm finding being a "boy mom" to have it's own set of challenges that rivals the girl issues. For one, they are SO much more physical. Example: Macho Man ran and literally slammed his mouth into the built in desk in our kitchen last week. At 3, my son has now lost a tooth, his other front teeth are a mess and we are dealing with infection, possible fractures, etc, etc. Why? Because he's always running at full speed ahead. I love that about him. But I also know it's one of our challenges. Two, where they aren't as emotionally verbal they seem to get much more frustrated when you can't figure out what is going on with them. And I know as he gets older and into sports there will be a whole other bag of chips to open up (and it won't be from just other children...remember, those little girls that are "full of drama" grow up to be mamas and sometimes they are the team moms. Think on that for a moment.) And don't get me started on the statistics of boy bullying. I've dealt with bullying with Lovebug and thinking about it for any of my other children makes my stomach turn.
My last two pregnancies I didn't find out what we were having. (I wouldn't have for the first, but the Hubs was dying to know.) I didn't find out because it didn't matter. Boys vs Girls. I didn't mind either way. As long as God gave me a happy and healthy child how could I be anything but happy? As a mom of both sexes, I have heard the "I love being a boy mom" way more than the "I love being a girl mom". I think we owe it to all of our children to just be happy being a mom.
I'm calling you out on that.
It's not easier. It's just different.
Yes, girls have drama and all the girly issues. I get it. I hate it, too. As do most other normal mothers out there. But what message does it send all the little girls out there, one of which could marry your little prince one day no less, when we as a group of women go on and on about how much better it is to be a mom of boys because we don't have as much of the emotional baggage that seems to come with girls?
And to get real real, I'm finding being a "boy mom" to have it's own set of challenges that rivals the girl issues. For one, they are SO much more physical. Example: Macho Man ran and literally slammed his mouth into the built in desk in our kitchen last week. At 3, my son has now lost a tooth, his other front teeth are a mess and we are dealing with infection, possible fractures, etc, etc. Why? Because he's always running at full speed ahead. I love that about him. But I also know it's one of our challenges. Two, where they aren't as emotionally verbal they seem to get much more frustrated when you can't figure out what is going on with them. And I know as he gets older and into sports there will be a whole other bag of chips to open up (and it won't be from just other children...remember, those little girls that are "full of drama" grow up to be mamas and sometimes they are the team moms. Think on that for a moment.) And don't get me started on the statistics of boy bullying. I've dealt with bullying with Lovebug and thinking about it for any of my other children makes my stomach turn.
My last two pregnancies I didn't find out what we were having. (I wouldn't have for the first, but the Hubs was dying to know.) I didn't find out because it didn't matter. Boys vs Girls. I didn't mind either way. As long as God gave me a happy and healthy child how could I be anything but happy? As a mom of both sexes, I have heard the "I love being a boy mom" way more than the "I love being a girl mom". I think we owe it to all of our children to just be happy being a mom.
Monday, January 14, 2013
Monday, Monday
I've had my New Year's blog post rambling in my head for weeks now. Well, since the New Year. I'm not a huge "resolution" person. I hate the idea of not being able to follow through so I just tend to stay away from resolutions all together because of it.
This year is a tad bit different.
I'm making Monthly changes. I can bite off just a little bit at a time rather try to do a whole overall at once. This month it's all about trying to become more organized. We have so much STUFF. Hubby works from home. I work from home. 3 kids=tons of stuff. There's the never ending paper mountain to get through. There's a million and one photographs to get on the wall. Etc, etc. This is the year that happens. No more excuses.
Next month is Fiscal Fast February. Not kidding. I started figuring up about how much we spend on going out to eat and picking up quick little snacks/treats/coffee and I wanted to be sick. And when I say going out to eat, that's not necessarily a sit down meal. Here's an example of a week for us:
Chick Fil A lunch $20
Pizza Friday dinner $35
Panera Sunday breakfast $20
Starbucks drive through $10
This is all before a trip to the Mexican restaurant or spirit night at a restaurant out that helps raise money for the school or another lunch out. Nothing extravagant or crazy and in a blink we've easily spent $150 a week in going out. Every.single.week. And that is being on the low side if I am honest with myself. Next month that changes. Each week will contain an envelope with $30 inside. That's it. Our kids will have a voice in what meal out we will use that on. They will get to see how their choices affect the budget. That money doesn't just grow on trees and we need to think about purchases. I'm excited about this little project.
More on my year of tweaks to come...
This year is a tad bit different.
I'm making Monthly changes. I can bite off just a little bit at a time rather try to do a whole overall at once. This month it's all about trying to become more organized. We have so much STUFF. Hubby works from home. I work from home. 3 kids=tons of stuff. There's the never ending paper mountain to get through. There's a million and one photographs to get on the wall. Etc, etc. This is the year that happens. No more excuses.
Next month is Fiscal Fast February. Not kidding. I started figuring up about how much we spend on going out to eat and picking up quick little snacks/treats/coffee and I wanted to be sick. And when I say going out to eat, that's not necessarily a sit down meal. Here's an example of a week for us:
Chick Fil A lunch $20
Pizza Friday dinner $35
Panera Sunday breakfast $20
Starbucks drive through $10
This is all before a trip to the Mexican restaurant or spirit night at a restaurant out that helps raise money for the school or another lunch out. Nothing extravagant or crazy and in a blink we've easily spent $150 a week in going out. Every.single.week. And that is being on the low side if I am honest with myself. Next month that changes. Each week will contain an envelope with $30 inside. That's it. Our kids will have a voice in what meal out we will use that on. They will get to see how their choices affect the budget. That money doesn't just grow on trees and we need to think about purchases. I'm excited about this little project.
More on my year of tweaks to come...
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