Umm, Don't Call Me That

So there has been so much talk about the OctoMom lately.  It is huge topic of conversation at the salon I work at.  (Which is another soap box for another day)  It is always all over the tabloids in the grocery store as well as on line and on t.v.  

I understand that it is quite the sensational story but I kind of don't understand why it just keeps going on and on.  I am particularly tired of hearing about it.

I am so tired of it, I was actually thinking about it in the shower today.  (What a waste of brain cells, why I am thinking about this at all is beyond me.)  So I was thinking about how they are comparing her to Angelina Jolie and that she wants to look like her and be her and yada yada.  Then I started thinking about the stupid name they have given her.

OctoMom.  

It isn't even accurate.  Granted, she had 8 kids this time but really she has 14 right?  So what do you use for 14?  Well don't you worry, I googled it.  Tetrakaidecagon.  So from now on, I think she should be referred to as the:

TetrakaidecaMom.

So of course this really got me going and I started to think that I wanted a name.  I have two kids so that makes me:

BiMom

.......oh wait, never mind. 

Just call me mom.

Random

Loving this.  I took the picture cause Boston was just riding around with his leg crossed and it cracked me up.  When I got home and blew it up, I saw Scarlett watching me and I thought it was so cute.

I'm A Toys-R-Us Kid

In my mind, I'm 14.  I have been for a very long time.  I will probably be 14 for a very long time.  It is hard to accept that I'm not really a teenager anymore.  I have numerous reminders daily that I'm not really young any more.  My clients make me feel so old.  I have teenagers sitting in my chair and I have no IDEA what they are talking about.  I thought I was still relevant and hip.  

I'm not.

*sigh*

I don't want to grow up.  I don't know how to be a grown up.  We have been playing house now for 3 1/2 years.  We are running a pretty good show so far.  I am kind of waiting for all the smoke and mirrors to come tumbling down and everyone else will know I am just a dorky 14 year old after all.  (Not a hip 14 year that is cool and fun, just an irresponsible slightly stupid one.)  Yet, it hasn't happened yet and I'm pretty sure the state isn't going to come take my children from me, so I guess we aren't doing too bad.

When I was a kid (a real kid, not just a kid in my head) I had this idea that when I finally grew up I wouldn't be stressed out all the time.  I wouldn't have to worry about drama and friends and boys and feeling like a somebody and being cool.  

Stupid

Grown up stress is so much worse, besides that most of the old worries never went away.  I still stress about friends and being cool.  (Because those things matter ya know, who doesn't want to be a cool grown up?)  The added grown up is stress is just worse, because it actually matters.  My choices actually have long lasting results and consequences that affect not just me but my family.  Consequences that could last far into the future.  I never realized how many things you have to juggle to keep everything moving.  

And I have no idea what I am doing.

Fake it until you make it right?  

Well I'm faking it, are we making it yet?

Sweet Dreams

I have really vivid dreams.  I always have.  I often have a lot of nightmares.  Ones that wake me up in the night scared to death.  I also have a lot of repeated dreams.  There is one dream in particular that I have been having a lot lately.  It involves me, a car, and a never ending crash.

I don't love to back up.  Especially not in my new ginormous minivan.  (Why do they call it a minivan?  There is nothing mini about it.)  So I usually find parking spots that I don't have to back out of, or find ones that have no cars behind them.  Needless to say, I get a little anxious every time I back up.  I think this is the cause behind the dream I keep having.

In the dream I am backing my car up, usually out of a driveway.  I get back as far as I need to be and then I push on the brakes to stop.  Every time the brakes fail and I keep going backwards until I hit something.  It is so frustrating.  I then have a huge anxiety attack thinking about the insurance and getting the car fixed.  I am  always desperately trying to pound the brakes harder.  I put the car in drive and hit the gas and just continue to roll back.  I have had this same dream for years.  Maybe I should look it up on a dream analyzer and see what it means.

It's A Bird, It's A Plane, It's SuperMan

The other day at work, one of my clients asked me what powers I would have if I was a super hero.  With out hesitation I told her I was already a super hero.  She started laughing and asked why.  To which I responded I grow babies and I make milk.  Those are super powers.  Everyone in the salon stopped and looked at me like I was insane.  

Since then I have not been able to stop thinking about it.  A mother's role really is a super hero.  I have many super powers.  Many more than just growing babies and making milk, all though, those alone would be super enough.  The more I've thought about it, the more I am inspired by a mother's role.  We don't just change diapers and clean up messes.  We change lives.  We bring comfort and security.  We save the day.  Isn't that what the comic book super hero's do?

I have already mentioned my ability to grow babies and make milk, but here are some of my other super powers, that I am sure I share with many other super moms.  

~I have the ability to calm a fussing baby just by looking at her, I can then make the now calm baby smile and laugh just by smiling at her.  All this without even touching her.

~I can make booboo's stop hurting with a kiss.

~I can fix toys.

~I can reach really far under the couch to get lost toys.

~I can carry a wiggly infant and a ginormous toddler and walk speedily to any destination.

~I can change diapers in the dark with my eyes closed.  (I may even be asleep during this.)

~I have x-ray vision, I can see things behind me and in other rooms.  Which allows me to bust a toddler for naughty and/or dangerous behavior.

~I have super hearing, which aides the above mentioned busting.

~I can feed the kids, do laundry, work on the computer and pick up the house all at the same time.

~I can breastfeed one baby while chasing the other.

~I can make anything scary not scary with a hug.

~Touching me at all makes things safer and easier.

~I can keep a busy toddler happily entertained for more than two hours in the Doctor office waiting room.

~I know the answer to all questions (so far, and I'll google it when I don't)

~I love them even when they are screaming/crying/puking/pooping 

~I can run faster than a speeding bullet when my child is in danger.

~I can leap tall buildings, fences, security gates and just about anything else that stands between me and babies.

~I am stronger than ten men when the situation needs it.

~I can read decipher my infants cries and know exactly what she wants.

I am sure that as my children grow older, and continue to multiply, I will find more super powers that I possess.  I have found new strengths and talents I never even knew I had.  It makes me feel strong and powerful.  It is up to me to raise these kids, to mold their lives.  I just hope I can live up to such a task.

So here is to all the Super Moms out there.  We are the greatest Super Hero's there are. 

Pardon Me?

Scarlett just sneezed a gigantic sneeze in the bouncer that shook the whole thing and made is start singing. Boston's head whipped around in surprise.  He looks at her then looks at me and says with perfect enunciation:

Holy Cow Baby.

hahahahaha

Lay By Me?

Boston has had a rough week.  He has been a very sick little boy (that is a post for another day.... maybe... if I get around to it.)  Today was no exception.  It was a long day and we were on the run from the start.  We got home really late and took Boston right to bed.  Usually Andy puts him down alone but Boston asked me to come with him.  (He really did, he talks and conversates now.)  I was laying on the bed next to him and Andy was kneeling beside the bed.  We said prayers and told him goodnight.  Boston kept asking Andy to "lay by me" on the bed with him.  Andy finally did.  Boston looked at Andy, then looked at me, then closed his eyes and was asleep in seconds. 

My eyes welled up and I had to stifle a sob.  It was so sweet.  He needed both of us to be there, he made one last check to see us and then was ready to go to sleep.  

These are the moments, the rewards you wait for.  That one moment was worth all the dirty diapers, all the tears, all the tantrums, all the heartache and all the worry.  I love being a mom.  I really love being Boston's mom.  My heart is so full, and my life is so rich.  The world could tumble down around us and I would still be the richest person I know.  

I love you buddy.