Thursday, May 29, 2008

Life as a Dadmy

Being a working mom married to a stay-at-home-dad is tough. Sure, there are benefits. Like if one of the kids is sick, I don't have to stay home and reschedule meetings or conference calls. And I generally have dinner waiting for me every night. Yeah, sometimes it's wagon wheels with Ragu, but hey, it's done and I didn't have to do it, so three cheers for stay-at-home-dads.

But sometimes it's hard. Like tonight, when AB kept calling me Dadmy. I always knew I wanted to be a Mommy. But I never thought I'd end up as a Dadmy.

I know it shouldn't bother me. After all, she's used to asking Daddy for everything she needs during the day...it's perfectly understandable that she'd get tripped up once I'm home from work.

But after awhile, it hurts my heart a little. "I want apple juice, Dadmy!" "No go to bed, Dadmy!" "Storm comin', Dadmy!" "Cookie, Dadmy?"

I want to be the one who provides for her all day long, the one who colors with her, and makes her lunch, and kisses her boo-boo's, and is there to come running when she needs her Mommy. But instead I'm a Dadmy. I work all day, spend a few hours with her at night and try to soak up as much time with her as I can on the weekends.

But as much as I wish I was able to stay home with her, I know I'm doing a good thing for her by working. Because of my income, we can afford to have one parent at home. And I'm grateful for that, even if that one person can't be me.

And I also know deep in my heart that I'm only a Dadmy because AB has a wonderful Daddy who loves, protects and cares for her each and every day of her life. And if being a Dadmy means that AB knows she has both a Daddy and Mommy who are there for her no matter what, then I guess being a Dadmy isn't so bad after all.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Progress on the Potty

We're on Day 5 of potty training AB.... So far, it's going surprisingly well!! She only had one accident today, and that was during naptime, so I think it doesn't count.

She's only going pee though. There's been no sight of poop for 3 days. Which normally wouldn't bother me, because honestly, we deal with enough poop around here with three kids under the age of three, and if anyone wants to take a day off that is just fine with me. I think I'm pressuring her a bit too much on it, though. Today at work I answered a phone call and heard:

AB: I DID IT!!!!!!!!!

Me: You did it?????

AB: I WENT.....POOPIE!!!!

Me: You pooped in the potty??

AB: No mommy, just a pee. (see, there I go...killing her spirit already)

So tonight I tried to help her along. I fed her raisins for a half hour, sat her on the potty, gave her a book to get her all nice and relaxed, and then left to give her some privacy. Those are prime poop conditions, right???

Nope.

She sat in there for awhile while I foolishly though that everything was going well. I should have known better. But "So You Think You Can Dance" was on, and I *really* wanted to see whether the little redhead girl from High School Musical was as good of a dancer as her mother was. But I was brought back to reality when AB popped out of the bathroom, now naked, holding her book which was now soaking wet.

AB: Book all wet, mommy!! Book all wet!!

Apparently she won't poop in the potty, but she will throw her books in it. This doesn't bode well for her future academic career.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Top 5 Reasons Why I Love My Husband (today)

1. We had an actual argument last night about the lyrics to the Vanilla Ice classic "Ice, Ice Baby." I swore up and down that it was "Stop. Collaborate and Listen. Ice is back with a brand new edition," while S INSISTED that it was "Ice is back with a brand new invention." I was holding on strong until he admitted that he at one time actually owned Vanilla Ice on cassette tape and had memorized the lyrics. How can you not love a man who will admit to that?

2. The other week we watched a Cubs game and giggled for a 1/2 hour about that one outfielder's name...you know, Kosuke Fukudome. I mean, come on, Fukudome??? Fuk-u-do-me. Ha ha ha!!!!! Yes, we're 12 years old.

3. He didn't get mad at me when I told him I clipped a corner in my parking garage this morning and scraped up the side of my mini-van....for the second time. Instead, he expressed worry that I may need to get my contact lens prescription updated. Except I just had it updated on Saturday. Whoops.

4. He keeps talking about how he is going to make Pizza Witches for the kids for lunch one day. He hasn't done it yet, but it just sounds fun...pizza witches. He's a good stay-at-home-dad.

5. He's going to build us a pergola for our backyard!!! All thanks to George Bush and his stimulus program. Who knew that George would find a way to make me happy someday? Never say never!

On Potty Training and Crib Jumping

What a weekend it's been...

We started trying to potty train AB. This is not the first time we've undertaken such efforts. We tried last month, failed, and promised ourselves that we'd try again in a month's time.

Saturday went well....only one accident. Sunday and Monday were a different story, though. A typical day of potty training AB goes something like this: I take her to the potty, stick her on it, and she says "No thank you." Which although polite, is really quite annoying when it comes down to it. So I'll go with the flow and let her hop off the potty. The next thing I know, she'll come running up to me soaking wet even though she had *just* been on the potty two minutes ago, and will say "Poor [insert whatever character panties she's wearing at that particular moment]." For example, yesterday we heard "Poor Dora," "Poor Mermaid," "Poor Elmo", "Poor Zoe," and since by that time we'd run out of character panties, "Poor Flowers."

She is such a stubborn little thing. At least it's going better than last month where she didn't even care if she was wet. So we're making progress, I guess.

We also took her binky away the other week, and as a way to punish us for it, she has stopped taking naps. *sob* I really, really, really liked that 3 hour afternoon nap. Nighttime has also been a struggle.... Did I happen to mention that she also FINALLY figured out how to turn a doorknob a few weeks ago? I was beginning to worry that she hadn't mastered that skill yet at 2.5 years old. That was a real conundrum to be in....on the one hand I was worried that she was physically unable to turn a door knob and open her door....on the other hand, I was even more worried that if she finally figured it out I'd no longer be able to contain her. Since she can now open her door, she is not staying in her room at night after we put her to bed. Which means I am starting to slowly go insane.

We finally decided to put one of those childproof doorknob covers on her doorknob the other night thinking "Aha!! Now she won't be able to get out!!" We heard her fumbling around with it for about 20 minutes, and then the monitor fell silent. My husband and I nodded knowingly at each other and thought "Ahhhh, she's finally given up and has fallen asleep. We are genius parents!!!" But our sense of self satisfaction quickly disappeared when AB walked into our family room two seconds later holding pieces of the doorknob cover in each hand, saying sadly...."I broke it."

Childproof my butt.

We tried it again last night, and she got out in 15 minutes. Apparently she's going for some kind of Guiness World Record. Since her dad and I are obviously NOT genius parents, we again erroneously assumed that she'd fallen asleep once the fumbling and jiggling noises stopped. That is, until we heard her on the monitor in the twins' room....yes, that's right. She'd busted out of her room, and busted into her brothers' room...the same brothers that had been sleeping peacefully for two hours already. We're sitting clueless downstairs, until we hear her say "I jumping!! I jumping!!" coming from the boys' monitor. As we slowly realize "Well, this isn't good," we book it upstairs to find her jumping in A's crib like it's a trampoline, with A laying next to her giggling like a madman. Granted, she's done that once before, but it was during the middle of the day while the crib was unoccupied. I can't imagine enjoying being woken up like that, but apparently A didn't mind.

At least she didn't jump on his head. I swear, if these kids survive to the age of 3, it will be a miracle.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Bloggity Blog Blog

Sooooo, I've been thinking of starting a blog for awhile, but have been too nervous (lazy?), time-crunched (lazy?) and exhausted (lazy?) to do so.

But I'm done with excuses, so here I am.

My life, in a nutshell, is nuts. I'm a mom to 3 kids under the age of 3. My daughter is 2.5 years old, and I have twin sons who are 16 months old. Or wait, are they 15 months? Good Lord, I cannot keep track. Off to count on my fingers...

Done. They are *almost* 16 months old.

Anyhoo, I am also a working mom.... To be precise, "I'm a LOY-YAH" as Tracy Morgan would say. For those of you who boycott Saturday Night Live during the awful years, I'll translate for you...I'm a lawyer. My husband is a stay-at-home-dad. He would *much* rather be working, and I'd *much* rather be staying at home. Damn women's lib!!! I had to get all gung-ho about my edumication and what not and go to law school, and now here I am with this fancy schmancy degree and have to do something professional-like with my life. Crap.

So bygones, we're living backwards lives right now and struggling our way through it.

One thing I've learned during the past 2.5 years is that the only way to get through a life that's chock full of crazy is to learn how to laugh at yourself. So that's what this blog is, a place for me to laugh at the craziness of my life. Oh and also, so I can remember what the heck happened during this time 20 years from now when I'm in the looney bin.