Month: May 2014

Enjoy the EEEEEEE

Are-you-talking-to-me

Yes, I’m talking to you.

For her entire life, Mommy (that’s me) has been so kick ass and awesome at anticipating her needs and wants that the munchkin has still yet to utter a word. She calls me “Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma” and that’s only when angry or provoked by “ma ma ma ma ma ma” (again that’s me). I know her grunt for food, her “Eeeee” because she is bored or her “Eeeee” that she is scared and about to freak out.

I’ve read conflicting child development milestone charts and I have gotten somewhat overwhelmed by the entire “Speech Therapy” introduction. However I remain positive that she will begin talking when she is ready.  She has always been on her own time-table anyway.

Reason #285 why The Munchkin is So Much Cooler than Ma ma ma ma ma (that’s me).

Get it

Come here you lil bastard!

 

 

 

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Over-analyzing Again…Its a sickness.

Winning at the game of picky eating (kinda)

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Yep Bringing it Back

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Happy Dance

As it turns out, the Munchkin started eating some table food when SHE was good  & ready. And of all things to try first, she wanted to try my meatloaf. It’s a good thing  I can read and follow the best of meatloaf recipes.

 

So all of that time, worry, stress, blog posts here and there, hours spent on the “I-Suck-Mommy-Forum was really just a waste. “Waste” isn’t very nice so I’m gonna say that I spent all of that time…’upping my game’. That has a better ring to it than ‘irrational mommy stress’.

Speaking of irrational mommy stress/mother’s guilt…

Bath time

Once upon a time I had a water baby. That water baby grew a tiny bit and then fell in love with the Earth. The literal grass & dirt type of Earth.

And so what happened to the cute water baby? Nothing really happened. She still takes baths but hates it and will only stand in the water for a very limited amount of time. After all, that icky water stuff is wet!

bathtime

What is that thing?

Stupid Sippys

I have a small collection of failed “what-the-hell-is-that-thing-and-what-do-you-want-me-to-do-with-it” sippy cups. I have explained. I have drawn pictures. I have drunk from the damn things. Nothing.

Some good advice I have received from a more experienced mom. “Fuck it. They didn’t have sippy cups when we were coming up so what did moms do then? Give her a damn cup.” I’m paraphrasing of course.

Cups are Frivolous

Cups are Frivolous

More To Come…

Any thoughts so far please share! I need all the help I can get. I’m serious.