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daily Fallon #34

daily Fallon #34

Mi-ma isn’t allowed to eat food today at all.

Yeah, I think it is funny. As for me, well I just love rice cereal, oatmeal and bananas…a lot.

 

domestically awesome

domestically awesome

Have to say, without bragging, that I like to think I am a pretty good mom…no, not an AMAZING mom…but I am definitely a better mom than say my own Mommy Dearest. Oh I have faults. So many. Just ask my kids. Still I think I have managed to shake off most of the bad from my mom’s nurturing…or lack thereof. I like to imagine that the next generation will be even better. I’m certain they will be watching my daughter Holly raising her own children.

Still I can’t help feel guilty sometimes…like when I lose my temper…or when I struggle with my own demons…or when I watch my daughter try to sew her ribbons onto her own pointe shoes…or when I realize that I rarely have ever taken any of my children grocery shopping....

overheard under the Big Top #331

overheard under the Big Top #331

Daniel: I think people shouldn’t date until they are a certain age.

Mom: Oh really?! What age would that be?

Daniel: (looking very thoughtful) I think twenty-five.

Mom: Twenty-five?

Daniel: Yes.

then after a long pause…

Daniel: Maybe thirty.

Mom: Okay then!

Of course you know I’m filing this piece of wisdom away. How could I not?!

daily Fallon #32

daily Fallon #32

People are all getting excited over this Mega Millions $640,000,000 jackpot but I have to tell you that in order to be happy, fulfilled and complete there are only three things you really need. That’s right, just three…and I have them all: cuddled and rocked while being tightly swaddled, warm milk and bananas…

definitely the nanners!

Who needs Mega Millions? I have it all.

her first

her first

Watching my own tiny dancer…okay she isn’t so tiny but she is waaa-aaay tinier than me as I don’t believe that I ever was a size 3…but yeah, watching my tiny dancer getting fitted for her very first pair of pointe shoes my mind begins to wonder…

…yeah it wonders from time to time…

This is a big deal for a dancer. I bet it is one of those moments in a dancer’s life they never forget. Their first…kind of like your first kiss…your first love…your first car..your first_____ .

Turns out it is quite the production wearing pointe shoes. There are toe spacers and lambs wool and the fact that one foot is bigger than the other and the fact that no pointe shoe is alike.

en pointe

en pointe

That day when your tiny dancer comes home and breathlessly tells you that her teacher has told that she is ready to dance en pointe? It is pretty amazing! No, it is seriously amazing! Of course given my background in dance the only thing I can take credit for is contributing to her DNA…and carrying her for 38 weeks…throwing up several times a day for 7 months…staying in bed on complete bedrest for only 99 days…injecting myself with terbutaline during said bedrest…four hours of labor…nearly four years of breastfeeding…and I won’t even play the I-drive-you-to-all-the-dance-rehearsals-and-auditions-and-competitions card. Still, I find myself just as excited as she is…and proud…of course I’m proud. I’m a Dance Mom!

Congratulations Jodie!

 

white flag waving

white flag waving

 

This parenting gig is HARD sometimes! Oh who am I kidding? It’s hard pretty much all of the time. My apologies to the new parents just starting out but that is a fact.

Still I have this air of confidence, of I can totally do this because I am a pro. I mean I DO have three adult children now, two of whom are independent, not living at home, paying their own rent, saving money, planning vacations and buying insurance kind of grown-ups. I’ve got this down…or at least I should. At least I think so…I thought so…

So when faced with the latest crisis of bad behavior I take it on as a teachable moment… because I have dealt with this before… because I am a veteran parent. This will be easy and solved in the time span of a popular 30 minute sitcom.

Um, yeah.

No it won’t.