So True

A Big Old Mummy Laugh

If you are a mum and want 2 minutes of a great giggle and the ability to sympathise then click on over to see my friend at Twins Happen.

I guarentee you will giggle and it will make you feel good on a Friday morning.

New Meaning

Someone gave me a new definition of MUM today.....

Multitasking

Unpaid

Miracle Worker

I like it

T-Mobile Mom to Mom Quiz

Mary over at Owlhaven had this quiz on her blog. Looked like fun.

T-Mobile Mom to Mom Quiz: "

You find opportunities for learning everywhere. Curiosity is the natural thirst for knowledge and you always encourage your kids to discover, explore and ruminate. You want them to think for themselves, but will point them in the right direction.

Before I Was a Mum......!

Before I was a Mum,

I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.

I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.

I never thought about immunizations.


Before I was a Mum,

I had never been puked on.

Pooped on.

Chewed on.

Peed on.

I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts...

I slept all night.


Before I was a Mum,

I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests.

Or give shots.

I never looked into teary eyes and cried.

I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.

I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mum,
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put her down.

I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.

I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.

I never knew that I could love someone so much.

I never knew I would love being a Mum.

Before I was a Mum,

I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body..

I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.

I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.

I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.

Before I was a Mum,
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.

I had never known the warmth,

the joy,

the love,

the heartache,
the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mum.

I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much,

before I was a Mom......

Feet

Last night I woke at about 2am to find a body next to me! Nothing suspicious, just one of the boys, although as we were at the caravan and it was so dark I couldn't actually tell who I had next to me!
I did a quick feel down their body and still had no definite answer, as I stood up to return them to bed I decided from the weight that I had Ben in my arms.
So I manuovered myself in such a way so I could swing him around the ladder on the bunk bed to lie him back down.
So imagine my surprise as I went to lie him on the bed to find a body already there!
For 2 seconds I thought maybe Steve had put Alex back at the wrong end of the bed, they are top and tailing on the bottom bunk when we stay at the caravan because neither of them want to sleep on the top bunk, plus they are still a little small to sleep there, so I placed the body I had down on the bed and then I felt for their feet.
I found the feet of the person already in the bed and then found the feet of the person I had just returned and was immediately able to tell who was who in the dark.

The powers of being a mother....when you can tell your children apart in the dark by feeling their feet!

Grandma in Charge

For us to be able to have the wonderful week long honeymoon that we have just experienced, then we needed help and that came in the form of Grandma, my mum.

She was kindly volunteered by Grandad to look after our rat bags for 8 whole days so we could go away.

We will be forever grateful to her for what she did for us. It just wouldn't have been possible without her.

But it is so funny to listen to her tell us about her week with the boys. You can read what she wrote here.

As I did the vacuuming last night I remember her saying that she was sorry she never got it done whilst we were away because she never had 5 minutes to do it! Man that sounded vaguely familiar.

It is just so funny hearing her say what she could and couldn't get done due to running out of time or never seeming to have 5 mins to herself to achieve that one goal for the day.

Now she did her fulltime mothering over 30 years ago so she knows all about this stuff but still great to realise that it is not in my head and that someone else had trouble achieving the things I don't get done on a daily basis!

Memory

Its Wednesday again and time for another WFMW Tip.

Since having children, which is just coming up for 5 years, I have noticed how bad my memory is!

It is not totally shot but enough that sometimes I will think about something, get up to make a list of the things and then only come up with 2 of the 3 things I was thinking about.

My long term memory seems fine, but the average day to day stuff can sometimes just slip right by without a blink.

Now to someone who can remember the most stupidist details and was always able to remember everything for the day, then this can get a little frustrating and annoying. Just another way that motherhood has affected my life that sometimes bugs me!

When Ben was first born I found that the way to solve this little problem was to have a notebook on the counter in the kitchen, and anything and everything got written down in it.

If I thought of something I had to do, then down it went, if I needed to write a number down, then that is where it went, when I was trying to organise things this is where I did my calculations.

Made life easy when you wanted to look back at something and be able to find it.

I have noticed that since we have been in Hamilton I haven't been using a notebook and things are getting forgotten and lost again.

So the notebook has come back out into the kitchen and hopefully things won't get forgotten or lost again!

Why God made Mums

Answers given by 2nd grade (8 yr old) school children to the following questions:

Why did God make mothers?
1. She's the only one who knows where the sticky tape is.
2. Mostly to clean the house.
3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.

How did God make mothers?
1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.
3. God made my Mum just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.

What ingredients are mothers made of ?
1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.
2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string, I think.

Why did God give you your mother and not some other Mum?
1. We're related.
2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's Mums like me.

What kind of little girl was your Mum?
1. My Mum has always been my Mum and none of that other stuff
2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.
3. They say she used to be nice.

What did Mum need to know about Dad before she married him?
1. His last name.
2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer?
3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?

Why did your Mum marry your Dad?
1. My Dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mum eats a lot.
2. She got too old to do anything else with him.
3. My Grandma says that Mum didn't have her thinking cap on.

Who's the boss at your house?
1. Mum doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a goof ball.
2. Mum. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.
3. I guess Mum is, but only because she has a lot more to do than Dad.

What's the difference between Mums & Dads?
1. Mums work at work and work at home and Dads just go to work at work.
2. Mums know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.
3. Dads are taller & stronger, but Mums have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's.
4. Mums have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.

What does your Mum do in her spare time?
1. Mothers don't do spare time.....
2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.

What would it take to make your Mum perfect?
1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.
2. Diet. You know, her hair.. I'd diet, maybe blue.

If you could change one thing about your Mum, what would it be?
1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that.
2. I'd make my Mum smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me.
3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head.

They sure do have a habit of telling it like it is!

Poor Alex

Alex came home from Daycare yesterday with a very sore bottom.
Turns out he had had a few dirty nappies and they has made him very sore indeed.
He had a few more during the evening and we plastered him with cream each time, this was of great help as it soothed the redness. We also made sure he kept his fluids up as he wasn't eating much.
At 10.30pm last night he came into our room sobbing his little heart out, uncontrollable and beside himself.
He wouldn't stay still and wouldn't let me hold him, he just wanted to scream and curl up on the floor, the reason.....his bottom.
So we quickly changed his nappy, but this was very difficult to do as he was screaming in pain due to the redness.
Now I know it had to be done, but it is heart breaking when you have to hurt you child for their own good. He screamed the whole time we cleaned him up, he wriggled all across the bed just to get away from the pain.
He was sobbing when we went to give him pamol, although he realised it would help him and he took a breath long enough to take the medicine.
Finally he fell asleep in my arms and slept the rest of the night between us in our bed.

Today his bottom is much better, still very red but not as sore. He is still having dirty nappies but at least we can change them without him hitting the roof.

New Title

JUST A MUM?

A woman, renewing her driver's license at the Motor Registration office,

Was asked by the counter clerk to state her occupation.

She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.

'What I mean is,' explained the counter clerk,

'do you have a job or are you just a ..?'

'Of course I have a job,' snapped the woman.

'I'm a Mum.'

'We don't list 'Mum' as an occupation, 'housewife' covers it,' Said the clerk emphatically.

I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation, this time at our own Medicare office.

The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised, efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like,

'Official Interrogator' or 'Town Registrar.'

'What is your occupation?' she probed.

What made me say it? I do not know.

The words simply popped out.

'I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations.'

The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and

Looked up as though she had not heard right.

I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.

Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written,

In bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.

'Might I ask,' said the clerk with new interest, 'just what you do in your field?'

Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply,

'I have a continuing program of research, (what mother doesn't)

In the laboratory and in the field, (normally I would have said indoors and out).

I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family)

And already have four credits (all daughters).

Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities, (any mother care to disagree?)

And I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it).

But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are

More of a satisfaction rather than just money.'

There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she

Completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.

As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career,

I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3.

Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model, (a 6 month old baby) in the child development program,

Testing out a new vocal pattern.

I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!

And I had gone on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than 'just another Mum.'

Motherhood!

What a glorious career!

Especially when there's a title on the door.

Does this make grandmothers

'Senior Research associates in the field of Child Development and Human Relations'

And great grandmothers

'Executive Senior Research Associates?'

I think so!!!

I also think it makes Aunts 'Associate Research Assistants.'

This is my 300th post and I thought it was wonderful to celebrate 300 by gaining a new title to my exciting career.

I am well on track with my 366 posts for 2008, some days I get behind and wonder how I will make it but other days I am so ahead I have a few days off blogging when life takes over or I have a few more experiments to try on my lab assistants!

How True

Boomama has a wonderful post on at the moment that you so need to check out.
Any mother will relate to this story and have a wonderful mother chuckle at it.
So go here and read what I found so good.