Mommy Contest Monday
If you know me at all, you know I have an obsession with MOMS. Rich ones, granola ones, nanny ones, snooty ones, clique-ee ones etc! There are so many different types of 'em here in L.A. and I find each type utterly fascinating. Sometimes I can't believe how crazy judgemental the "no TV/no refined sugar moms" can be, or how high school clique-ish the "five baby classes a day" moms can be, or how uninterested in their children the "Prada moms" are.
Yes, these sound like stereo types.
But I see it and live it here every day, folks...and...
I LOVE IT!
Soooo, I thought it would be fun to have all of you share your crazy mommy stories with me, and each other, on Mondays. And what fun would it be without a prize for best story, right?
Here are the "sorta" rules:
*Story can be your encounter, something you observed, or one you were told about and, "you just can't believe she'd do that!"
*Make sure you give your story a title, so I can announce it on Wednesday.
*You have until 10 p.m. PST on Tuesday to enter.
*Best story wins a 20.00 GC from Starbucks.
Good Luck!
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KNOW WHEN TO HOLD THEM, KNOW WHEN TO FOLD THEM
Face it. Parenting is a gamble. There's no training beforehand; you learn it all on the job. You must have a license to drive a car, own a gun or operate a business. But any old body can have a child. And once you have them, most of the time you're just flying by the seat of your pants.
Consistency is an important part of parenting. You try to make sure children have a regular schedule, that a reasonable set of rules is established and that you enforce those rules in a logical and regular manner.
When #2 son was about three years old, he was having a particularly bad afternoon. He whined and he fussed and the activities that usually kept him entertained held no appeal. Then he began to beg for candy.
No. No, no, no, no, no. I'm sure I was as tired of hearing that word as he was, but he kept on begging for candy. In order to make my point clearer, I sat him on the kitchen counter, held his little face between my hands, looked him square in the eye and said "Read my lips, son. You CANNOT have any candy."
My sweet baby put his chubby little hands on my face and smiled at me. "Listen to my face," he said. "I want some candy."
A good mother would have stood her ground. A good mother would have explained that too much candy will rot your teeth and make you fat. A good mother would have found another way to reason with this unreasonable child.
The bad mother totally lost it, laughed so much she nearly wet herself and folded. She gave him the darned candy.
He's 24 years old now and even today when I want to get his attention, I say "Son, listen to my face." And he grins and I totally lose it cause he's still my baby boy.
Marilyn
P.S. Welcome back to cyberspace! The kids are ADORABLE! Can't wait to read the new books.
Oh that one was really good!
Cover that thing up!!
Ok so here's my story..I'm a mom of a wonderful 14 month old little boy. Boys are hilarious!
This story is actually about my husband and his transition into daddy hood.
It was about 4 months after having my son and I just started to need some time for me. I relished in the thought I could take a long hot shower with no interruption of baby cries. So I had my husband watch Austin while I showered and then started dinner.
While I was cooking, I told my hubby to give Austin a diaper change(which hubby was not into doing). Apparently he had no experience with changing little boys. I hear nothing but quiet then I hear, OH CRAP! I come rushing into the baby room and see a golden shower taking place and my husband jumps back as if to avoid the flood of baby pee.
I am laughing uncontrolably at his reaction while taking a diaper and putting it over his little firehose!
From that day on, my hubby learned that with little boys, ya gotta cover that little squirt gun up!
Okay, it's not very poetic, but here's what stands out: It's about three years ago...my son is around 1...we're at our baby music class, and we listen as a mom laments having to go back to work, leaving her kid in daycare. She doesn't want to do it, she's totally bummed out about it, but it's the only way she and her husband can make ends meet. All of the moms offer sympathy -- what a tough situation to be in. Then class ends, and we walk together to the garage...where she hops into her Mercedes SUV. Guess her idea of "making ends meet" and mine differ a bit. Welcome to parenting in L.A.!
SOMEDAY SHE'LL BE SOMEONE'S MOTHER-IN-LAW
Toward the end of my daughter's junior year of high school my daughter comes home from school and tells me of this big fight her and her best friend had in school. Even though I only had my daughter's side of the story it sounded like they both said things they shouldn't so I told her that once they both calmed down I was sure things would work out. Both of us go off to work.
A little while later I get a call from her and she is so upset and crying. Her best friend's mother had gone to the flower shop my daughter worked in and, with the excuse that she was placing an order for a boutonneire, had proceeded to tell my daughter (who had been over her house on a regular basis for years and done many things with their family) that she was glad their friendship was over. It was for the best, she says and then proceeds to tell my daughter how bad of a friend she was.
She has my daughter in tears before she even leaves the store and my daughter was so upset the store owners ask if she wants to go home, which she does.
The amazing thing about this is that this woman is a nurse who works in a well known hospital in a nearby city.
Big BooBoo
My son was a little over a year old. We had been out visiting family and friends while his dad was at work. On our way home to start dinner I got on the highway and was just moving right along. Some idiot cut off a car in front of me and caused a 3 car pile up of which I was the third car.
My son slept through the whole thing. My car was totalled and I had to have help getting the door open to get out. I was blubbering all over the place because I had only had the car for about a month.
I got my son out of his car seat and we were standing at the front of the car when he looks at me and says "Car got booboo mommy!" I just had to laugh and agree with him. I told him "Yeah, the car has a big booboo"
Here Comes Trouble
Thsi is a story to remind us to be careful what you say in front of little kids. My baby daughter started crawling a couple of months ago and since then she is into everything and everything goes in her mouth. If there is one crumb I missed while sweeping she will find it. The girl has crumb radar.
Anyway, in the evening she was crawling over to me after having got into things all day and I sigh and tell my husband "Here comes trouble!" The next day while my 4 year old and I are finishing up lunch the baby starts to crawl over to us. He tells me "Hey mommy! Here comes trouble!'
Little League Parents.
My husband was coaching Little League, and oddly enough, he thought it should be fun and a learning experience. So one night, one of our pitchers was having an off game. It happens, no big deal. My husband kept him in, working on teaching him how to get through a bad patch by giving him pointers and trying to bolster his confidence.
It was hard to do with his mom screaming to take him out of the game. It was ruining his stats! People could see him screwing up! What was the coach thinking!
I was sitting by the dug out keeping score, and this woman was practically climbing the dugout fence in her anger and craziness. She was making me crazy.
My husband totally ignored her.
The kid did fine, he pitched an okay game and learned how to deal with an off night.
I have no idea if he ever learned to deal with his mother.
The worst stories I have ever heard about "loving parents" are about the demons they become when their child is out on the playing field. Who do they think they are?
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