NYC Moms

War Games

... cross posted from our sister site, Deep South Moms Blog.
As a mom of three boys, I am no stranger to loud, noisy games. Having grown up with all sisters and a more quiet (albeit high-drama) style of play, I have finally adjusted to the ways that boys play. They don't just drive toy cars, they slam them into each other and send them sailing down the stairs to perform death-defying stunts. They don't paint with brushes when they can dip their entire hand in the jar of paint and slam it down on the paper, sending splatters all around the room. They don't walk anywhere - they run, shove, jostle, and slam. Anything with a smooth surface that will raise them a foot or two off the ground will be adopted as a step stool to reach something inappropriate that has been purposely stored out of their reach. Any food item with accompanying liquid is fair game for a science experiment of some sort. And so on and so on. But today the boys introduced me to a newer, more violent form of play - a little game they call "Let the Bad Guys Beat Each Other Up".

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Homesick

... cross posted from our sister site, Deep South Moms Blog.

I feel like a child for feeling this way, but I am getting homesick. Homesick like I have never been before. During college I spent a semester living in Europe, and never once got homesick. I never got homesick during college, or since I've been married.

But now I have a 6 week old baby boy, and my husband just got stationed in a new place where we don't really know anyone.

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Saying Goodbye

... cross posted from our sister site, Deep South Moms Blog.

Tomorrow we drop Angel, our eight year old, off at the bus for her very first sleep-away camp experience. Of course I can't help but worry. I'm worried she'll leave her clothes all over camp like she does at our house. I'm worried she won't bathe for two weeks. I'm worried she'll be abducted by aliens. But mostly I'm worried she won't come home the same kid we dropped off.

So many of my major "firsts" happened while I was away at camp. The first time I shaved my legs. The first time I stood up to a bully. The first time I wore make-up on a regular basis. The first time I kissed a boy. I wonder what significant life events will happen to Angel while she's away.

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Am I a Bad Parent?

... cross posted from our sister site, Deep South Moms Blog.

Discipline is a huge topic and triggers a river of emotion from everyone. I really thought long and hard about writing on this topic, simply because I know where I stand on discipline. Then I read a post about by a mother of 3 that I am just now getting to know. From Twitter, I stumbled upon this article and from there read about the anti-spanking law that Canada is putting into place.

Some parents choose to spank. Some parents choose time-out. Others use alternative methods of removing treasured items of their youngster. Regardless of the method, the final goal is that we raise our children to be understanding of right and wrong; to be respectful of others; and to some extent, follow rules.

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The Unhappy Flappy Body

...cross posted from our soon-to-launch-sister-site, Deep South Moms Blog.

I stepped out of the shower, quickly glancing at the body that I was about to dry off. Perfect, perky breasts. A flat, creamy smooth stomach. A butt any woman would be envious of. Wow. The recent post I read about breasts written by Bonggamom has really done a number on my daydreams! Completely understanding her post about breasts, or the lack of, my current thoughts on the future outcome of my body are swimming in mind. I am teetering on the brink of plastic surgery.

Thin is not my motive. I don't want to be the woman every man desires. Although, a guy checking me out might be exciting. Plastic surgery, for me, would be the completion of hard-earned weight loss with a personal trainer and the final 'good-bye' to the body I will soon reside in. In six months there will be more sag over every inch of my body then the saggy bags under a 21-year-olds eyes after a rough night of drinking and a rough morning hang over.

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