Princess says …

The Princess is now three. And very vocal, sometimes bossy and relentless, but always very cute. She’s three after all.

Here are some things she has said recently which I want to remember when I get old and can’t remember anything.

  • “You are old. I need a new mommy” — this is one I’m not sure I want to remember but it’s something I may remind her if when she has kids of her own.
  • “I’ll give you a question. The question is … ” and more often than not what follows is not a question.
  • “I’ll give you the truth … ” and again, not really something you’d expect to hear after a statement like that.
  • “Can I put on my beautiful shoes?” After we found some silver sequined Mary Janes at Target which she had to have.

Empty box

In the movie, Eat, Pray, Love, the main character has a box of travel brochures and souvenirs, her publisher and best friend’s box was of baby clothes. I don’t have a box. Unless you count the box of fabric swatches I’ve stored away for ages.

So what does that mean? I’m supposed to live a life as a curtain maker? Where does that leave my family? I need to find to complement to Eat, Pray, Love which involves the messy nature of marriage and kids.

Not so bad

We recently purchased Wreck it Ralph. At first glance, it’s just a play on various video games from the early eighties onward. But if you watch await and listen carefully, it is really a message for parents. The line which affects me most is at the end, “I don’t need a medal to tell me I’m good. Because if that little kid likes me, how bad can I be?”

What a great line to carry you throughout your day?

Stressed and Depressed

That would describe me lately.  Finding the tightrope walk between motherhood and working mother just too difficult lately.  But the trapeze artist must walk the line if she wants to keep her tent.  Okay, enough with the metaphors.

Lately, dear Hubby has been taking on all of the homework tasks with Monkey and studying, keeping up with his rewards and making sure he’s dressed, fed and taken care of in general.   My focus in the evenings is to keep Princess fed, and then get her to bed which now takes an entire hour (without bath, with baths it takes one and half hours).  She’s a lot of work.  Very demanding but still cute and I’m trying my hardest to treasure these last moments of toddlerhood since we are not having any more kids.  She’s very attached to me and while I love it, sometimes it gets in the way of things like me eating my dinner and being a mother to Monkey, too.

This morning, Hubby told Monkey that I would be taking him to school today.  Monkey’s response was “No, I want you to take me.”  When Hubby asked why, Monkey responded, “Because I like you.”  That broke my heart.  I know I haven’t been spending a lot of time with him lately and that needs to change.

Work has picked up, I’m taking on more responsibility again and feeling like a caged rat by all of the responsibility in my work and personal life.  Not to mention that I feel like I”m only giving each area my least effort because I’m tired ALL OF THE TIME.  Yet when an email came from Monkey’s school PTA, I felt compelled to volunteer for something because clearly I haven’t been a very good mother to him as of late.  Doesn’t it seem like people just want more and more from you and if you can’t juggle work, laundry, have a perfectly clean house, committee meetings, and not to mention actually BEING a mother and wife to your family, then you are not achieving or are less of a person?  Or is that just me?

Some days, I just want to say F it all and stay in bed all day.  Why bother?  There will always be laundry, dishes, more meetings, more work, more, more, more.

I really want to know the secret or is it just some farce?  I have feeling it’s the latter but lately, I just feel like the sad clown.  Back to the metaphor … queue the calliope music …

Mook vs. Mop

It’s been interesting seeing our kids differences at their different stages of life. For instance, when Monkey was Princess’ age, he called milk, “Mook”. She calls it “Mop”. He was an extreme climber, scaling the stair railings from the outside of the stairs, climbing on top of countertops by pushing chairs to the one he wanted.

Princess climbs but isn’t as enthusiastic about it and hasn’t yet figured out that she can push the chair to other areas in the kitchen (just watch, she’ll be doing this tomorrow now!) — but she has figured out how to unscrew lids sooner. This means cosmetic products need to be well out of reach less she will apply globs of it to her hair (whether its Daddy’s hair gel or our toothpaste).

I want to remember these little differed because it makes them who they are no matter how insignificant.

Donk gu, Mommy!

This is what Princess started saying a few days ago. “Thank you, Mommy!” is the translation. I really need to record her saying this so I’ll have it forever.

My darlings, how I love them!

The past few days have been trying at work. And somedays I let this work overshadow my personal life but my little Monkey and Princess have been so sweet lately. I think I’ve awakened from my post-partum haze finally (it almost two years after Monkey’s birth, too). I’m finally able to enjoy them and have enough energy and patience to truly appreciate them.

This is the first week of school for Monkey. His very first week ever, the real deal, not daycare. I thought I would ball but neither of us cried. He did great and has been for the past two days. He truly seems to like school and for that I’m grateful. DH has been going over a reading workbook with Monkey every night outside of what the school has sent home. I wasn’t sure how this would go over but he seems to have some interest in it. I say this because on the way home last night, he went over what he thought our evening plan should be and stated that “after baby sister goes to bed, Daddy and I will read the ‘important’ book”. The important book. So impressed with his recognition of the workbook’s potential for him.

Also, yesterday morning, Princess and I put Monkey on the bus together for the first time. I know she is very attached to her brother and was rightfully a little worried about this event. She cried for him as he boarded the bus (which luckily he didn’t hear as he was too occupied with talking to a neighborhood friend) and she even tried to wiggle out of my arms to go on with him! But as we got back in the car and drove to daycare, she settled down. That is until she saw another school bus and began saying his name again. Again, I was impressed that she remembered so quickly that Monkey had boarded that big yellow thing and that it had taken him away after only seeing this event one time.

It’s these little things I need to fixate on more. They make happy, make me grateful and make me appreciate what I have.


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