When I became a Mommy, there were many things I looked forward to experiencing as a parent. But, there was one thing the Coach and I decided on up front that he would take the lead on when the time was right.
Watching animated movies with Georgia Peach(GP).
Couple of little known facts about me…
I have a thing for bullet points (if you hadn’t already figured that out, I think they are great and very useful).
I have little or no motivation to see dancing/singing animated characters in a full length movie.
I accept your judgement. 😉
The latter truly baffles The Coach. From time to time, he will see a title to one of these “amazing” movies and ask me with the tiniest bit of hope the SAME question only to be disappointed with my response, “No, I haven’t seen that movie, either.”
Sure, I have seen a couple since becoming an Adult but, I can count the ones I have watched from start to finish on one hand.
The Lion King-Who hasn’t seen this classic, right? I get it. I’m not saying much with this one.
Shrek-Hey, I am an Eddie Murphy fan. And to The Coach’s dismay, I find the movies Norbit (check out the awards for this film) and Bowfinger to be ridiculously hilarious. Again, I accept your judgement.
The Incredibles-Any movie that has Samuel L. Jackson adding his yelling I mean acting voice to an animated character warrants a try. And let me tell you, it does not disappoint!
Rio-I hear from those who watch these types of movies, I should not be proud to mention this one.
As a side note, we are aware that in a game night situation if the category of Disney or Animated movies comes up, I can offer limited assistance. The problem is that we are pretty competitive and have been known to randomly practice different trivia categories so we are ready to win when we get the call. So, I’m not sure what is more disturbing, the fact that we practice or that we haven’t actually been invited to a game night as a couple. We obviously need some friends here otherwise we will have to keep traveling to FL and IL to play with our family. 🙂
Back to these movies…so, my thought was that when Georgia Peach was old enough to see one of these movies, I would buy the tickets for them. Their first Daddy/Daughter Movie Date, cute right?
Obviously, I am too slow for them. Check out one of the gifts GP got for Christmas from her Daddy, a DVD. I suppose it doesn’t matter that she hasn’t seen the first movie of the series?
At any rate, I guess she was old enough on Wednesday. And so, it begins…
Sometimes the encouragement you need comes from an unexpected source. 🙂
Thanks to the amazing staff at Lululemon (slightly obsessed with the brand by the way) in Jacksonville, FL for their hospitality. Here’s hoping I am able to post actual content earlier than 11:59p tomorrow. National Blog Posting Month aka NaBloPoMo is proving to be a little more challenging than I hoped, but tomorrow is another day!
Dealing with the death of a loved one is an extremely personal experience, everyone has a unique journey through it. As you encounter every emotion under the sun, people say the stupidest things to you most, in an effort to comfort you or fill the silence with idiotic notions. Here are a couple of my favorites…
“It’s been a few months now since your Mom passed, are things getting back to normal?”
Umm Cray Cray, as old as you are you should know better than to say this to anyone a couple of months after losing their Mother. My response, “Huh? I don’t know what normal is anymore.”
“…well, you didn’t need her anymore.”
Honestly, if I hadn’t been in church when this comment was made to me, I would have punched this idiot in the mouth. Seriously? This one STILL fires me up! You always need your Mother, obviously not in the same way you did earlier in your life but, you still need her. I have no words for you…that are nice. 😉
Please stop talking, please!
So, here is my advice (yes, this post comes with unsolicited advice…you’re welcome!) when you are at a loss of words, try one of these two phrases.
“How are you doing?”
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
Actually, some of the best sources of comfort for me came without a word being said, a hug, a gentle squeeze of my hand in passing, or someone just being present, there.
Of course, you should do what is best for you. But when all else fails and you aren’t sure what to do or say, a Hallmark card will work nicely too. 🙂
It has been amazing to watch our Georgia Peach (GP) and her little two-year old personality emerge. The Coach and I are struck almost daily by the things she shows us… the good and the not so good (more to come on that). 😉
So, the Coach was visiting my Mother In Law and decided to spend another night with her. When the Coach travels, our house becomes unbalanced aka wacky house. Both Georgia Peach (GP) and Coco Bean (our Yorkie) respond in their own special way.
Coco will sit upstairs in a chair that overlooks the driveway and street until the Coach returns. He will go out to do his “business”, eat, and drink some water only to resume his post until the Coach is home. Kinda sweet.
Our little Georgia Peach will go into every room in the house calling for “Daddy” when she thinks it’s time for him to be home. Normally, I can distract her with her bedtime routine but, this particular night she had other things planned for her naive Mommy.
After putting her down for what I thought was the night, an hour later I hear… “Helloooo? Helloooo? Mommy!”
I walk to her room to find GP standing up in her crib. I check the room temperature, her diaper, her blankets, her “baby” doll all fine. I kiss her, lay her back down, walk out of the room, and close her door. For the next FIVE hours we do the “My Daddy Didn’t Kiss Me Goodnight So It’s Your Problem Now, Mommy” dance.
Frustrated and exhausted (and by this time laying on the couch) I sent a text to the Coach.
Me: Your child has been up every hour since I laid her down. Checked everything, she is fine. So tired.
The Coach: I’m sorry, babe. If you checked and she is fine, next time don’t go in there, just let her get back to sleep on her own. She will be fine.
Then, she starts to cry and the ‘Hellos’ become louder and funnier (don’t judge me, if you heard it you would agree, funny!). I was chuckling quietly on the couch when she stops crying and I think, “Wow, the Coach might actually be onto something.”
That’s when I heard it…
I think I stopped breathing! My heart was pounding in my chest as I ran into her room to find that my TWO YEAR OLD had revolted and climbed/jumped/fell out of her crib (she hasn’t even tried to climb out of the crib up until this point so, seriously?)!
I picked her up frantically checking her head, eyes, ears, arms, legs at the same time kissing and hugging her. GP didn’t cry at all, put her head on my shoulder, and went back to sleep. I laid her down in her crib and went back to the couch.
Obviously, I didn’t go back to sleep. I was freaked out and afraid Georgia Peach would slip into a coma or something so spent the rest of the night checking on her. Of course, I sent a text to the Coach which by this time was fast asleep in FL so, he didn’t see the message until he woke up.
Me: Ummm, your Baby JUMPED out of her crib. I no longer take advice from you.
A couple of years ago I was out with two of my favorite cousins. We were planning to meet up with one of my close friends (she was the person responsible for the Coach and I meeting!) to celebrate with her while I was in Atlanta. In the car on the way to the restaurant, we were catching up and somehow started sharing personal celebrity look-alike stories. One of my cousins told us how someone told him he looked like Ludacris, which if he wears shades he KINDA does. We were cracking up so, I decided to share my story.
Now, to be clear, these were other people’s thoughts of who we looked like. We think we all look like a combo of our parents but, who cares about our opinion right?
Me: “I’m not exactly sure where I was but, I do remember it was right after I graduated from college.”
Cousin Ludacris Look Alike: (Snickering) “How many years ago was that, again?”
Me: “Shut it! Anyway, this man comes up to me and says, ‘Has anybody ever told you look JUST like Whoopi Goldberg??’ Umm, thank you?
I don’t remember what happened after that honestly I think I blacked out.
Cousin Ludacris Look Alike who was driving and my Other Cousin go into hysterics! Laughing like I am Kevin Hart (who is HILARIOUS by the way), in between asking if I was serious.
Fast forward to about two weeks ago…on our (the Coach, Georgia Peach, and I) way to the beach we stop at a gas station. While the Coach is filling up the truck, Georgia Peach and I head into the convenience store to grab some waters. When we get to the counter to pay, the store clerk says, “Aww she is so cute (referring to GP).”
This may sound pretty creepy but, I am a bit of a stan. Most people know that I am slightly obsessed with our daughter-in-a-good-and-well-meaning-Mommy-kind-of-way. I am always looking for ways for her to positively interact with other kids around her age. Since my attempt to join a Mommy Group was an epic fail. Mommy’s gotta keep it moving. So, recently, I have been aggressively looking into different play environments outside of storytime at the library for Georgia Peach (GP). Big thanks to Junk Food Nanny (who has been eating salads lately) for taking our Southern Belle every week!
First, we tried one of the Plantation playgrounds (you read it correctly, check it out here).
Each time we went, we were the only 2 people there. Kinda defeats the purpose but, I like hanging with my little Mama so, always time well spent. Besides its easier to ‘catch’ GP when she attempts to walk down the slide instead of actually sliding down it. 😉
Next, we tried one of the mall playgrounds. It went a little like this…
Upon arrival we parked the stroller in the designated area, read the rules, loaded up on antibacterial, removed her tiny shoes, secured our belongings (we don’t know these people), and entered the playground. We both observed the scene. There were about 15 kids ranging from 12 months to 8 years old. But as with any social setting/event there are a couple of standouts in the crowd. The same goes with the little ones.
We immediately noticed two boys terrorizing another boy. They were chasing, tackling, dragging him by one leg and one arm, pouncing on him then stopping when his whining and crying started to attract too much attention. As soon as they released the little boy, they would ‘find’ him again. Problem with this was he kept running to the same place…his Mother. Learn little boy, learn! Turns out all of these boys were brothers. After a few concerned looks from other Parents, the Mother asked the brothers to play nicely. Clearly she doesn’t care if the Menendez Brothers take the little one out. Better watch your back, Momma. You and Dad could be next.
Before we had a chance to recover, the next Lindsay Lohan runs up to GP grabs her shoulders and screams in her face. Stunned, we both looked at her like Little Lindsay was cray cray. I bent down to politely tell little Miss Congeniality to take her hands off my kid while GP just looked at her like she was missing a few marbles. Around this time, ‘Lindsay’s’ Dad comes over to redirect her energy elsewhere. Thanks for the help, Dr. Huxtable.
Despite the rocky start, GP had a good time.
Fast forward to a couple of months ago…
I was working in my home office (my desk faces the window overlooking our street) when I saw a woman I hadn’t seen before walking with her two children. One was driving a little car and the other was in a Moby. The little boy driving his car seemed to be close to GP’s age and was actually listening to his Mother’s directions. Where has this family been hiding? How can I meet these people? After about a week of seeing them every day around the same time walking past our house, I took matters into my own hands.
The next time I saw the Neighborhood Mom and her little ones walk past our house I would have to stop them. But how? I would probably freak out if this happened to GP and I, but this is what I did to this well-meaning family….
When I saw them coming, I threw on my jacket and hat, put on my shoes, ran downstairs and out into our garage, whipped the garage door open, started running down the driveway and across the street toward this innocent family all while waving my arms and yelling, “Excuse me, excuse me!”
The Neighborhood Mom stopped and asked her son to stop driving his car as well (very cute kid by the way). He did and politely chilled as I began my ridiculous rant. I started explaining how we have been looking for well-behaved age appropriate kids in our area for GP to play with and how I would love to get to know her and see if GP and her son would enjoy playing together. She was very gracious and agreed to let me know when they planned to take their early evening walk so the kids could meet and we could get to know each other.
The introduction went as well as it can go for a nearly 2 and 3-year-old and I enjoyed meeting the Neighborhood Mom too! Everything was going great until she says, “I wish we would have met sooner, WE ARE MOVING in about a month.” Come. ON!
Turns out, it is only a 20 minute drive to their new neighborhood so, we can manage it.
But, who knew the lengths I would go through to ensure we had a socially balanced well-adjusted mini genius?
Before we had our Georgia Peach (GP) we decided that we would have someone come to our house to watch her after I went back to work full-time. We were still new to the area at the time and felt this would be the best option for my new-found obsession aka our baby girl. Which worked out for both of us…the less I freaked out about childcare the better it would be for The Coach’s sanity. 😉 So, I found a couple of great candidates on sittercity.com. and started interviewing for a full-time Nanny a few weeks before my return to work date. We settled on our current Nanny and all was well for about two weeks when I (trying to get to know her better) asked if she and her fiance’ planned to have any kids. Her response, ‘yeah, in March’. What the what? Now, don’t get me wrong, I loves the kids, I truly do. I congratulated her and asked all the questions you ask when you find out someone is preggers. But in the front, back, and side of my mind all I could think was…Damn, Damn, Damn! (Florida Evans style).
So, after months of eating junk food, drinking sodas daily, and a diagnosis of gestational diabetes, our Nanny decides to start her maternity leave a week before our agreed upon ‘end date’. Are you kidding me? Now, this is partly my fault, I was thinking our last experience was the norm so I waited two weeks out to start interviewing-a week of interviews, then a week of training with the current Nanny-perfect, right? Not even close-now we have a week to interview, test out a Nanny to see if GP agrees and train. Seriously, I’m an idiot. Surely, good times are ahead…
First Girl: Brought her Husband to the interview. I guess if we had posted something on Craigslist, definitely. But, the funniest thing about this was, her Military Husband was scared of the Coach! She never once interacted with GP. No, thanks.
Second Girl: Very friendly, immediately interacted with GP, asked about our daughter’s schedule, likes/dislikes. Only concern was she also asked what our 8 month old’s favorite tv show was, say what? We don’t like GP watching tv, so my concern was TV Nanny would be watching tv all day and so would GP. On the fence…
Third Girl: Passed the interview with us but, never showed up for the home visit. Thanks for saving us the trouble.
So after the background check and references were complete we went with TV Nanny for the maternity leave. After some very specific instructions, things were going fairly smoothly until two weeks before our wedding. I had a day trip out-of-town to take care of some wedding business and on my way back, I received a call from the Coach.
Me: “Hey, Babe.”
The Coach: “Hey. How are you? Quick question, are we having some work done at the house?”
Me: “Ummm, no. Why? What’s going on?”
The Coach: “There is a pickup truck in our driveway with AL plates.”
Me: “WHAT IN THE …. Where are you? TV Nanny’s Boyfriend is from AL. Do not pass go, go in the house now!!! WAIT, let me call her and see if she says anything. Hold on don’t leave…”
I call TV Nanny ask her how GP was, where she was, and what she was doing. She tells me she is fine, she is in her playpen playing with her toys. I specifically ask her if there is anything else going on, SHE. SAYS. NO. I call the Coach back.
Me: “Hey. Go into the house. She didn’t say anything about anyone being there and if there is another person in my house with my baby I’m going to end up in jail.”
The Coach: “I’m going in.”
Me: “Call me back.”
The Coach goes in the house walks directly to GP who was in the playpen playing with her toys and picks her up then turns to TV Nanny.
Pissed Off Daddy: “Who is this? We don’t allow people we haven’t met in our house and around our child.”
Scared TV Nanny: “Umm, its my boyfriend he asked if I wanted some lunch and I didn’t think it would be a problem.”
(Boyfriend jumps up to shake Pissed Off Daddy’s hand-Pissed Off Daddy does not oblige).
Pissed Off Daddy: “Well, it IS a problem and the fact that you don’t think it is, makes it a bigger problem. This is a conversation we anticipate having with a 16-year-old babysitter not our full-time Nanny. You can leave now, we will call you over the weekend.”
The Coach calls me back and updates me while I freak out the rest of my trip home. I follow-up with TV Nanny and tell her we will talk in person on Monday AM. So, Monday rolls around and at 810a I get a text from TV Nanny…‘I’ve been so worried all weekend and I feel so badly about not asking if my boyfriend could bring me some lunch but, I think it is best if I quit. You can mail my check to this address…’
She was scheduled to come at 830a. Did this chick just quit via text 20 minutes before she had to work? You can imagine the tailspin this put me in, needless to say we managed to keep things afloat for the next 3 weeks which turned out to be the exact time Junk Food Nanny was returning.
Guess who had a giant Rice Krispie treat, a box of Dunkin Donuts, and a six-pack of sodas waiting upon her return?
After I had Georgia Peach, the Coach and I thought it would be a good idea for me to check out getting involved with some like-minded people aka a Mommy Group. Now, I already have a Circle of Mommies I chat with and seek advice from but, most of these fab Mamas are far, far, far away from me. 😦 Continue reading → That Just Happened!