I've been seeing it more and more lately. "Celebrities" from the good old days (namely my early high school days) popping up in random television commercials. Making a comeback via ridiculous spots promoting law agencies, website registration companies...really people? You ain't no Betty White and you ain't never gonna be! She's had more comebacks (if you can ever really say that she was gone) than I have freckles! (I'm Irish Canadian and my parents rarely slipped, slapped or slopped when I was a kid...I don't tan, my freckles unite.)
Is that all they want to be known for? Being one of America's most loved Dads (even though he is Canadian), or the martial arts phenom who can hover between 2 tables in the split position while eating a bowl of cereal? If that's what makes them feel alive, well then who am I to judge really right?
I guess my point is that, save for very few of us, nobody knew who they were going to turn out to be 20 years ago. I thought I was going to be married by 25, have 2 kids, have a clean house and money in the bank. None of that is true now (well I DO have 2 kids...plus one) and does it really matter? Who cares if my life didn't go according to "plan"? The best plan I ever made was to throw that one out the window. I have an amazing family (who I'll admit some days I want to throw out the window...not literally people, but down your cell phones), a lovely home filled with chipped Ikea furniture and have no clue what I do for a living anymore.
I have always said that regrets are stupid in the sense that every decision I have made in life has led me to where I am now, good or bad. Let go of who you were then and embrace who you are now, whether it's Mike Seaver's dad or the mom at the bus stop who wears the same jeans every day, never quite has her make up on yet and eats breakfast as her home daycare kids are walking up the drive.
I don't want to make a come back. The girl I was in high school can stay there, she didn't really have all that much fun anyway. I always had friends but never felt like I fit in. I went to parties but hated sitting there watching everyone else just let loose and have a good time while I sat there wondering when it was time to head home. So ya, she can stay there, but I'll take with me the amazing people I knew there and still know today. None of us are where we thought we would be really, but we've grown into some pretty incredible people (I won't say grown ups because I'm not sure we are yet).
In the words of another (and WAY hotter) LL, "Don't call it a comeback, I've been here for years..." I think it's just taken me a little time to see it.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Thursday, February 28, 2013
That Was A Close One
Ok, so Mommy got herself a little present for once and picked up the new iPhone 5 just before Christmas. I'm loving it.
Still exploring some of the many things I can do with it, but don't regret it a bit. Now, I finally "turned on" Siri the other day at home and showed my 6 year old daughter what you can do with it. She was in awe and practically begged me to use it.
Sure, fine, no problem. Just push the little microphone and ask it what ever question you'd like the answer to.
"Ok, can I try now?". So, I hand over the phone and wait to see what her little mind is wondering...
"Where do babies come from?" Holy BALLS WHAT?? Lord help me. My husband and I quite literally froze, staring at the iPhone dreading what was going to come from Siri.
"Ok, here you go..." Siri says..."From their mothers." Praise Jesus, that's an answer I can handle. Breathe Mama, you're all good. "How do they get there?" Maddie adds. This is where I made a superhero style lunge for the phone...Siri, don't make me hurt you..."Would you like me to look it up on the web?". No thanks Siri, we're good.
Phew, that was close. Yes, one day I will have to have the full on conversation with her, but not now, not when she's 6. There are already far too many things that make my kids grow up too quickly, this is NOT going to be one of them, at least not yet.
She still thinks boys are silly (which they are) and that her boyfriend is our best friend's husband. Can't blame her really, he's a musician and he's got an accent.
Just know Siri, I got my EYE ON YOU!
Still exploring some of the many things I can do with it, but don't regret it a bit. Now, I finally "turned on" Siri the other day at home and showed my 6 year old daughter what you can do with it. She was in awe and practically begged me to use it.
Sure, fine, no problem. Just push the little microphone and ask it what ever question you'd like the answer to.
"Ok, can I try now?". So, I hand over the phone and wait to see what her little mind is wondering...
"Where do babies come from?" Holy BALLS WHAT?? Lord help me. My husband and I quite literally froze, staring at the iPhone dreading what was going to come from Siri.
"Ok, here you go..." Siri says..."From their mothers." Praise Jesus, that's an answer I can handle. Breathe Mama, you're all good. "How do they get there?" Maddie adds. This is where I made a superhero style lunge for the phone...Siri, don't make me hurt you..."Would you like me to look it up on the web?". No thanks Siri, we're good.
Phew, that was close. Yes, one day I will have to have the full on conversation with her, but not now, not when she's 6. There are already far too many things that make my kids grow up too quickly, this is NOT going to be one of them, at least not yet.
She still thinks boys are silly (which they are) and that her boyfriend is our best friend's husband. Can't blame her really, he's a musician and he's got an accent.
Just know Siri, I got my EYE ON YOU!
Monday, January 21, 2013
6, Five, 4, Three, Two, 1.
Some days I don't believe it. I have a 6, a 4 and a 1 year old.
How did that happen? Well, o.k. I know HOW it happened and have had to semi-explain it to the six year old...which was a really awkward night time conversation that somehow involved talk of an apple, a tree, dirt and sunshine...don't ask. And of COURSE it happened on a night when Daddy was working nights. Yep, I get all the good ones.
But back to the point. I am a mother of 3 young kids and some days still can't believe that these amazing, intelligent, hilarious, inquisitive, irritating and gorgeous creatures are something that I have anything to do with. Well, alright the intelligent and gorgeous I believe, the rest they get from their Dad.
I am completely in love with my children and would squish them and cover them with kisses all day, in a very healthy, non psychiatrist visit inducing sort of of way. Having to witness Mommy rock it out to Just Dance 4 on the Wii...well that may be their breaking point.
There aren't many I know these days who are not already a parent (or thinking of becoming one), but to try to explain the feeling...it is like your heart is living outside of your body. It doesn't belong to you anymore and it is somehow both more fragile and stronger than you ever thought it could be.
You feel their victories and their hardships more strongly than they do. Maybe that's why there are so many crazed parents in the rinks or off stage...no wait, those are just some crazAY bitches. Dance Moms anyone? Good Lord I fear putting Maddie into a dance company because of them. Mostly because I may end up going to prison should one get all up in mah bidness. Watch yoself!
I want to protect Madison from the little punk who punches her in the arm in the school yard...repeatedly. I want to teach her that she is amazing and although I would never teach her that hitting someone is an o.k. thing to go out and do, I have also told her that should someone, anyone, hit her or physically hurt her, after exhausting all other avenues (telling them off in a 6 year old sort of way), telling a teacher, removing herself from the situation...SLUG THAT SUCKER AND MAKE 'EM REMEMBER IT! Damn right. Sorry, but if I should one day get a call from the principal because Madison just decked a kid that has been tormenting her and her friends since the beginning of school, after repeatedly telling them to stop and the above mentioned solutions...Momma got your back baby girl!
Having said that, she has the kindest little heart and would never do it. Just want her to understand that things like that are never o.k. and that I don't care WHO they are (Mommy or Daddy included), taking a hit, although fantastic on the soccer field, is not something she should ever have to put up with. She needs to know that now, before she heads out into the real world, so hopefully she never has to learn how to truly take one...and cover it up.
Ya, I wasn't sure where this post was going when I started it to be quite honest, but there it is. This one's for the girls I guess. (Sorry Brayden and Ewan, Mommy will write another post later about teaching you to lean into it or roll them off your shoulder.)
It terrifies me to think about how different it is raising a girl. You have to prepare them for so many more dangers out there. Not just the obvious ones and stranger danger...you have to create a girl so confident, that nothing anyone can ever do will put a dent in her armour. Including her so called friends. We all went through it and I honestly have no idea how to protect Maddie from it, so suggestions are welcomed. Girls are horrible to each other at certain ages and it leaves scars. But, scars are testaments to battles fought and survived. Some even come with some pretty fun stories.
But physical scars? Put there at someone else's hand? Lord help the man (or woman, I don't judge) who ever tries to do that to my girl. I've seen it happen before. I've stood on a doorstep praying that "he" didn't answer the door in fear of what I may do should I see his face. Funny how violent this post is making me sound. Anyone who truly knows me knows that my heart is made of mush (not white mush Andrea)...but when Mama Bull comes around, those horns are the least of your worries.
So ya, being a Mom to 3 amazing kids who are so incredibly different poses some challenges. You want to treat them all equally, treat them all the same. But how can you? If they are so different, then your approach to how you raise them has to be too.
And hey speaking of too...look what time it is. Once again it is just after 2a.m. and I have to get up for work in a few hours. (Slick segue...I AM in radio after all.)
So good night my loyal followers (all 6 of you). Guess we'll figure this parenting thing out together.
Word.
How did that happen? Well, o.k. I know HOW it happened and have had to semi-explain it to the six year old...which was a really awkward night time conversation that somehow involved talk of an apple, a tree, dirt and sunshine...don't ask. And of COURSE it happened on a night when Daddy was working nights. Yep, I get all the good ones.
But back to the point. I am a mother of 3 young kids and some days still can't believe that these amazing, intelligent, hilarious, inquisitive, irritating and gorgeous creatures are something that I have anything to do with. Well, alright the intelligent and gorgeous I believe, the rest they get from their Dad.
I am completely in love with my children and would squish them and cover them with kisses all day, in a very healthy, non psychiatrist visit inducing sort of of way. Having to witness Mommy rock it out to Just Dance 4 on the Wii...well that may be their breaking point.
There aren't many I know these days who are not already a parent (or thinking of becoming one), but to try to explain the feeling...it is like your heart is living outside of your body. It doesn't belong to you anymore and it is somehow both more fragile and stronger than you ever thought it could be.
You feel their victories and their hardships more strongly than they do. Maybe that's why there are so many crazed parents in the rinks or off stage...no wait, those are just some crazAY bitches. Dance Moms anyone? Good Lord I fear putting Maddie into a dance company because of them. Mostly because I may end up going to prison should one get all up in mah bidness. Watch yoself!
I want to protect Madison from the little punk who punches her in the arm in the school yard...repeatedly. I want to teach her that she is amazing and although I would never teach her that hitting someone is an o.k. thing to go out and do, I have also told her that should someone, anyone, hit her or physically hurt her, after exhausting all other avenues (telling them off in a 6 year old sort of way), telling a teacher, removing herself from the situation...SLUG THAT SUCKER AND MAKE 'EM REMEMBER IT! Damn right. Sorry, but if I should one day get a call from the principal because Madison just decked a kid that has been tormenting her and her friends since the beginning of school, after repeatedly telling them to stop and the above mentioned solutions...Momma got your back baby girl!
Having said that, she has the kindest little heart and would never do it. Just want her to understand that things like that are never o.k. and that I don't care WHO they are (Mommy or Daddy included), taking a hit, although fantastic on the soccer field, is not something she should ever have to put up with. She needs to know that now, before she heads out into the real world, so hopefully she never has to learn how to truly take one...and cover it up.
Ya, I wasn't sure where this post was going when I started it to be quite honest, but there it is. This one's for the girls I guess. (Sorry Brayden and Ewan, Mommy will write another post later about teaching you to lean into it or roll them off your shoulder.)
It terrifies me to think about how different it is raising a girl. You have to prepare them for so many more dangers out there. Not just the obvious ones and stranger danger...you have to create a girl so confident, that nothing anyone can ever do will put a dent in her armour. Including her so called friends. We all went through it and I honestly have no idea how to protect Maddie from it, so suggestions are welcomed. Girls are horrible to each other at certain ages and it leaves scars. But, scars are testaments to battles fought and survived. Some even come with some pretty fun stories.
But physical scars? Put there at someone else's hand? Lord help the man (or woman, I don't judge) who ever tries to do that to my girl. I've seen it happen before. I've stood on a doorstep praying that "he" didn't answer the door in fear of what I may do should I see his face. Funny how violent this post is making me sound. Anyone who truly knows me knows that my heart is made of mush (not white mush Andrea)...but when Mama Bull comes around, those horns are the least of your worries.
So ya, being a Mom to 3 amazing kids who are so incredibly different poses some challenges. You want to treat them all equally, treat them all the same. But how can you? If they are so different, then your approach to how you raise them has to be too.
And hey speaking of too...look what time it is. Once again it is just after 2a.m. and I have to get up for work in a few hours. (Slick segue...I AM in radio after all.)
So good night my loyal followers (all 6 of you). Guess we'll figure this parenting thing out together.
Word.
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