Momnesia The Book

Behind the Scenes: Creating the Art

Do you ever sit around and wonder, "How was the art created for Momnesia and If These Boobs Could Talk?" Well, stop wondering and watch this little video I created!

 

 Find it on You Tube at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fnHZU1A4esU

Types of Breastfeeding Holds You Don't Find in Books

 

The Yogi

The Techie

Morning Send-Off

The Wiper

 
 

This is Fashion.

Here's a good one.

The other day I was cleaning up outside and the cuff of my jeans got wet. So I rolled the cuff up.

Naturally, I instantly forgot about the cuff. And I ended up walking around all day with ONE (just one!) cuff folded way up. I went to the grocery store, to my daughter's school, etc. etc.

Only later - at the end of the day - did I realize what was going on.

Ugh.

Fast forward two days. I was outside and had to step across some wet grass. So I folded up the cuff of my pants. You know where this is going, right?

Yep: once again, I walked around all day like that.

What can I say? Maybe I'm starting a new trend. The "Momnesia Look."

So far, I don't think it's really catching on.
 

The Swagger Wagon

 
  
Have you seen the Swagger Wagon video yet (about the Sienna minivan)? If not, it is definitely worth a viewing: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ql-N3F1FhW4

 

 

Encounter in the hall

Ah, kids. You gotta love them.

When they're little, they think grown-ups can do anything. Behold the encounter that took place in the hallway of my house. I was on my way to the laundry room when my six-year-old stopped me and asked:

I was like, "What? No! Help me with these clothes!"

 

She frowned and picked up a few socks.

 

Later, I thought about her question. And I thought: How awesome would it be if we could do everything kids thought we could do?

I can tell you one thing: our encounter in the hallway would have been very, very different.

 

Another great video

 

Hello! OK, I have another You Tube video recommendation for you. (And I promise no more for a while - we'll get back into the Momnesia cartoons, etc.).

But this one is a must see. It's a classic baby/toddler situation caught on film. Too funny.

The title is: Baby Upset It's Not a Single Lady

Watch it on You Tube here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lIQRzWANTKU

The Babies

My mom sent me a link to this movie trailer (below) and it is *classic.* If you haven't seen it yet, it's worth a watch.

The movie is a documentary called Babies. It follows the progress of four infants in Nambia, Mongolia, Tokyo and San Francisco.

Here's the trailer... enjoy!

The link on You Tube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=db3Fifi8JiY

Also, here is an article from USA Today: http://www.usatoday.com/life/movies/news/2010-02-08-babiesmain08_ST_N.htm

Losing an hour, gaining an advantage?

Daylight savings is rough. Especially the first morning, when you're waking up an hour earlier than usual.

But today, when my alarm went off, something occurred to me. Something deliciously satisfying. For the first time in a LONG time, I was up before Claire. My little four-year-old wouldn't be barging in to demand that I wake up. No... the tables were turned. And we were going to see how SHE liked being woken up before she was ready. 

Mua ha ha!

I could barely contain myself as I skipped to her room.

And there she was. Slumbering peacefully. Oh, how I knew that feeling.

I leaned over her and merrily sing-songed, "Claire! Rise and SHINE!"

She sat up in a daze.

"Hi little sweetie," I said brightly. "This is how mommy feels when you order her out of bed before the alarm... every morning."

No response. 

Eventually she started to come to. And she looked like I imagined myself looking each morning.

I just took it all in. 

Then, out of nowhere, she jumped out of bed, as alert as ever. And she began listing her morning demands. Beverages, TV channels, etc. etc. etc.

Suddenly I felt exhausted. I looked longingly at her bed. Surely there was time to lie down for a few seconds...?

And like that, the universe righted itself. The tables turned again... back to where they belonged. 

Feelin' the Love

Ah, kids. They're so full of love, aren't they?

Just the other morning my four-year-old appeared next to my bed at the crack of dawn. "Go downstairs wif me," she commanded.

We did the whole, "Go back to sleep!" "No, I CAN'T, Mommy!!" routine for a while, then I finally dragged myself out of bed and scooped her up.

As I was carrying her downstairs, I noticed her little knees and little hands. I was overcome with how tiny and cute she was. So I plopped her down on the couch and said, "Claire, you are SO CUTE!"

Her response was somewhat chilly:

 
Me: "I'll turn on the T.V. in a second. Just look at your little PJs! And your little feet! How adorable are you??"

Looking straight ahead, she repeated:

 

Me: "Claire, I just love you so much! You're my little baby!"

 

I know: it was such a tender moment.

 

Later, I went upstairs to find my six-year-old playing in her room.

 

"Hi Kate!" I said merrily.

 

She took one look at me and excitedly shrieked:

 

This was not good news.

 
Rebecca

As I searched for the flat iron, I tried one last outreach to Claire. "Claire, how much do you love your mommy?" I yelled.

 

There was a pause. Then, finally, a response. "My show is over!" she shouted indignantly.

 

"I need to write these wonderfully magical moments down in her baby book," I thought to myself.

 

But wait - Claire's baby book is pretty much blank. Haven't quite gotten around to filling it out yet... hmm. I guess I'll blog about these tender moments instead. And so here we are. Feelin' the love.

 

"The List"

I was quoted in the Orange County Register, in this article about the link between childhood obesity and TV commercials. I was talking to the reporter, telling her that *yes* my kids see TV commercials and *yes,* as a result they totally recognize the sugar cereals in the grocery store.

Right now, in fact, my kids are in love with this Cinnamon Toast Crunch commercial where the cereal eats itself. (If you think that sounds disturbing, you're right.) They'll rewind the DVR and watch it over and over. And they'll shout, "WE WANT IT!"

Sigh.

They're like this with all the commercials. They want everything and they will memorize the whereabouts of each item. For example, Kate will often inform me that she wants a toy and it is:

The Register reporter was asking me what I do about all this. When the kids are yelling that they want X, Y or Z, what do I say? 

I'll tell you what I say. I inform the children that we will add the item to...

The List. The "official" List of Everything They Want. And you know what? They are entirely satisfied by this solution. I keep waiting for them to demand to see this List. This would be mildly problematic because no such list exists. At all.

Back in the day, I could have scribbled some stuff down and passed it off as The List, but that avenue of escape is closing as Kate learns how to read (darn school).

But so far, so good. Claire will go crazy in a store, overwhelmed by everything she wants.

And I'll nod my head, very seriously. Then I will tell her:

I won't even write anything down. Doesn't she know I can't remember anything??

Oh well, we'll see how long this charade lasts. I probably should just start making a list, but if you read my post about lists, you know I have a problem in that area.

Instead, I think I'll just let this roll. If they order me to produce The List I'll just start talking about that commercial for Cinnamon Toast Crunch. "Can you guys believe the cereal ate itself? How great is that!"