Commentary on my parenting - from my daughter

So my mom taught my daughter how to blow raspberries.  A fact that is adorable, but she uses it negatively.  It started as a tactic that was used whenever she was annoyed, she blew raspberries.  LOUDLY!  She now does it to her dad during play time.

Well for the last couple weeks instead of screaming when she was annoyed with me she would blow raspberries.  This is a fact I am fine with.  It is so much more socially acceptable for a baby to blow raspberries (it is very cute) than to scream it's little head off.

She and I went to stations of the cross tonight and she blew raspberries almost the entire time.  (She did take a short break from it starting at the 13th station, when she passed out until the end).  If you are not Catholic or have not been to stations of the cross, the best way to explain it is Catholic Jazzercise.  It is beyond Catholic aerobics (aka the Mass).  The kneeling-standing routine happens approximately 60 times in about 30 minutes.  You are in constant motion.  Well I had her in her Kangaroo pouch and she wanted a nap.  Because I kept moving with the stations, she couldn't fall asleep as easily.  So she blew raspberries.  When Fr. walked by between the 4th and 5th station, he saw her doing this and laughed.  I guess I shouldn't be nearly as embarrassed as I was.  She was adorable doing it, even if I knew she was annoyed.

Grandma's at it again!

So the last time we visited grandma (remember she fed my child ice cream) she was trying to teach my kid how to blow raspberries.  Yeah, my daughter didn't seem interested at the time.  WELL..... last night as we were laying in bed, my very exhausted husband looks at me and says, "Is our child blowing raspberries?"  To this I responded, "Yeah, she's been doing that to me all day when she's annoyed with me.  My mom taught her how to do that."  Hubby:  "Hmmm..." and rolled over and went to sleep.

So why was my child annoyed with me you might ask?  Yeah, I put her in bed and expected her to go to sleep.  It was midnight and she seemed to be the only one not sleepy.

So I guess it's good that she wasn't screaming her little head off.  Yet I couldn't fall asleep I was laughing so hard at the 20 minutes of raspberries she was blowing.  She did it again at 5am when I put her back in bed after eating her first breakfast of the day.  Silly baby!

Grandma needs a spanking

So I recently (as in yesterday) saw a onesie that says, "I am spoiled because no one is willing to spank grandma."  I ALMOST BOUGHT IT!  I think if it came in the size my daughter is wearing currently I would have.

Why do I say this you might wonder?  WELL.... to celebrate my mom's birthday we went up to visit her (and fix her computer).  I leave my child in the culpable hands of my mother while I go to the bathroom.  Babies need cuddle time with grandma right?  While I am in the bathroom I hear my mom laugh - ok, not something horrible right?  Nothing bad could happen when laughter is involved, right?  WRONG!

My mom had given my (up to this point) exclusively breast milk fed baby a spoonful of ICE CREAM!!!!  And she LOVED IT!!!!  She was smacking her little lips.  She was smiling and giggling.  AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!

So my mom, grandma, and grandfather think this is funny.  My grandfather (who we call Papa) even offered to feed her more ice cream.  I am not a happy camper about this.  Why you might ask....well a 4 month old doesn't need to be eating ice cream for one.  Two - she REFUSED to drink milk for the next 5 hours.  When she finally broke down and took milk she was staring at me like I was the meanest person in the entire world.  Why wouldn't I let her have the yummy food that grandma was willing to give her?  It took me about a day to get her back on track eating/drinking "baby food" (breast milk)!

I told my mom that if she did it again, she would be limited to SUPERVISED VISITATION!  I love you mom, but that was mean!

A Child Just Like You....

It seems all my friends are now blogging, so I have decided to join the bandwagon!  Why not?

So you might ask, what is up with the name of your blog?  My mom would always say "I hope you have a child just like you when you are old enough."  It was always said when I was doing something she found obnoxious, so it always seemed like a threat instead of a wish.  But here is what I think:

What kind of a mom did I have?  What would my child be like if I turned out like my mom?  My mom was always willing to do anything, short of illegal activities.  She would sacrifice her comfort for my sister and my comfort.  We always felt loved and safe.  So if my daughter feels safe, loved, and happy, I will feel like I have done a good job.  Now, I will be the last person to say that I was an angel to raise.  I was (and still am) pretty sassy and opinionated - so I am fully expecting that from my little angel.  I got in trouble, and expect that from my daughter.  I got dirty and made messes - yeah, I've met my daughter's dad - I expect to have to take the garden hose to clean up mud pie messes.

So in the end, if my child has a good life where she feels comfortable to express her personality and feels loved and safe, I will feel like I did a good job!