Yesterday I was waiting outside the Debbie Reynolds Dance Studio in North Hollywood to pick up a young woman I was hosting this weekend. As I was waiting a middle-aged-white, homosexual man says to me “Is he yours?” I replied, “Yes, his father is black”. And just went on playing with MY son, but inside, I was a little wounded. I had heard from my mixed friends that growing up they had heard people say such ludicrous things to their own white mothers but that was twenty years ago. I guess I didn’t think that in 2011 where I attend a mommy group with predominately mixed kids and at a time when mixed means so much more than black and white that these sorts of things were still being said. If I had seen this same man holding a Chinese baby girl, I’d be pretty sure he had adopted her and I would have had the where withal to not say something as rude as “Is she yours?” you adopted her, she’s yours. I gave birth to him, he is mine.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Mommy Mishap: Keg Stand
My lil’ lion paw is the most active nurser I have ever seen, other mommies, well at least my mom and sister agree with me. He stands and nurses, sits up, crawls around and just keeps on sucking. The other day he was into nursing and I got creative, I grabbed his legs, turned him upside down, and he never loss latch. While I held him upside down I hollered out “KEG STAND”. Feel free to judge. But I see from etsy.com I'm not the only one who thinks this way. 
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
The case of the lil' nipple biter
This AM was the lion paws nine month checkup. I am convinced that all LA doctors are certified Aholes, but thats another topic. The lil one was supposed to get a shot today but the office was out of that vaccination so they are saving that shot for his birthday, happy birthday my son, needless to say I did not schedule his one year check up for his actual one year but I digress, today there was no shot just a TB test that involved shoving a needle into him anyway poor lil guy, but they topped it off with a cute snoopy circle band-aid.
We were home most of the rest of the day, as the Haitian was off we spent all day - the three of us in bed, eating chinese food and watching TV. Lion paw would not eat anything all day, he kept gagging and joking and coughing. I thought maybe the chinese food was too spicy or eating in bed was too complicated, so I excused us and put him in his high chair and gave him his usual niblets, same thing. I started to think that maybe my methods of feeding him only finger foods and being so proud of him fully self feeding at just 9 months old was starting to backfire, maybe he wasn't ready and I should be giving him pureed foods still? I pulled him out of the chair wacked his back a few times and he seemed fine. We went back to chill with daddy. I thought, solids aren't working today, lets make it a breastmilk day. . .ouchie, ouchie, OUCH! That lil boy done bit me 4 - 5 times which is not like him, I did the tricks my sister taught me, pushing his face into me to get him to release, gave him a firm NO and then put my breasts away even though he protested, pulling on my shirt and whimpering much like any old mammal would do to their Mama. After ten minutes I tried again, more biting. I could take no more and weaning was starting to sound really good. As it was about thirty minutes before 5:00 nap I took him to our couch for some super active playtime. My leather ikea couch doubles as the perfect baby gym and he loves to climb all over that thing! We started playing our monster game, where I crouch behind the couch and pop up my head and roar at him and he squeals in delight. He was loving it. I was crouching on the floor, he was leaning over the couch, mouth open and their I saw it - lil snoppy heads peaking out from the roof of his mouth. I screamed for the Haitian, he came running and I said - the band-aid, the band-aid, its inside his mouth!! The Haitian held him down and I used my nimble mommy fingers to scrape snoopy off of my poor babes mouth, then swooped him into one of those mommy is so very sorry hugs, poor lil lion paw must have put the band-aid in his mouth in the car on the way home from the doctors. Luckily it got stuck to the roof of his mouth and not his intestinal tract. That's why he was biting me and not eating all day - he was trying to tell me, momma I have something stuck to my mouth and I missed all the cues! After his 5:00 nap he ate a huge dinner and had a long feeding. He could finally eat without snoopy in the way.
We were home most of the rest of the day, as the Haitian was off we spent all day - the three of us in bed, eating chinese food and watching TV. Lion paw would not eat anything all day, he kept gagging and joking and coughing. I thought maybe the chinese food was too spicy or eating in bed was too complicated, so I excused us and put him in his high chair and gave him his usual niblets, same thing. I started to think that maybe my methods of feeding him only finger foods and being so proud of him fully self feeding at just 9 months old was starting to backfire, maybe he wasn't ready and I should be giving him pureed foods still? I pulled him out of the chair wacked his back a few times and he seemed fine. We went back to chill with daddy. I thought, solids aren't working today, lets make it a breastmilk day. . .ouchie, ouchie, OUCH! That lil boy done bit me 4 - 5 times which is not like him, I did the tricks my sister taught me, pushing his face into me to get him to release, gave him a firm NO and then put my breasts away even though he protested, pulling on my shirt and whimpering much like any old mammal would do to their Mama. After ten minutes I tried again, more biting. I could take no more and weaning was starting to sound really good. As it was about thirty minutes before 5:00 nap I took him to our couch for some super active playtime. My leather ikea couch doubles as the perfect baby gym and he loves to climb all over that thing! We started playing our monster game, where I crouch behind the couch and pop up my head and roar at him and he squeals in delight. He was loving it. I was crouching on the floor, he was leaning over the couch, mouth open and their I saw it - lil snoppy heads peaking out from the roof of his mouth. I screamed for the Haitian, he came running and I said - the band-aid, the band-aid, its inside his mouth!! The Haitian held him down and I used my nimble mommy fingers to scrape snoopy off of my poor babes mouth, then swooped him into one of those mommy is so very sorry hugs, poor lil lion paw must have put the band-aid in his mouth in the car on the way home from the doctors. Luckily it got stuck to the roof of his mouth and not his intestinal tract. That's why he was biting me and not eating all day - he was trying to tell me, momma I have something stuck to my mouth and I missed all the cues! After his 5:00 nap he ate a huge dinner and had a long feeding. He could finally eat without snoopy in the way.
Mommys first Fourth
When I dreamt of my first fourth of July holiday as a stay at home mommy I envisioned myself baking a flag cake or strawberry pie, dressing my son in red white and blue, myself in a coordinating nautical look, my husband's black skin reflecting off of his white linen suit, we'd be jetting off to some lovely family party to see fireworks, eating barbecue and listening to people rave about my homemade cake. But not today, today I find myself up to my elbows in Pinesol scrubbing a dirty kitchen floor. My husband is working today, yes even though he is at the highest level of sales in his company and perfectly able to take off such a holiday, I guess being a resident alien - the 4th of July just doesn't have that ring to it, until he comes home with his schedule and his wife says - You didn't take off the 4th!!? So he's working, I am home. Having no family to visit as I have transplanted from the midwest to the coast and assuming that most of my friends are visiting their local families or attending some great single NO KID parties I am treating today just like any other day. As it's a Monday that means a new chore sheet and all my weekly chore duties are just waiting to be done. 
As I spent most of June in Missouri to be a part of my sister-in-law bringing a gorgeous baby boy into this world I have really fallen behind on my chores. So today there is just one goal- scrub that nasty kitchen floor. I put my lil lion paw down for his 1:00 nap and hop to it - cleaning up the kitchen, wiping the counters, the table, the stove, pushing every lil speck of dirt to the floor, just as I moved the furniture, wiped the baseboards, swept and was getting ready to pull out my mop in walks the Haitian for his lunch break. . . this really breaks my Lady Gaga in the background, bra and panties, cleaning groove. I turn off the music and try to enjoy the moment with my husband. I take the lunch he brought me sit in front of the AC and eat quickly, finally he retreats to the bedroom for a lunchtime nap and I am free to get back in my Gaga cleaning groove. I was happy to use, for the second time my trusty spin mop - I didn't buy the real thing that I saw on HSN during a late night breastfeeding session but some Japanese knock off via amazon
that I assume works just as well. First thing I haveta do of course is wash the mop of the LA soot that has gathered on it from sitting out on the patio of my valley home. This of course further dirties my already dirty tub and thus a second thing gets added to my musts on this "holiday". I mop the floor, I would do a before and after shot but I'm ashamed to let you see the filth that I let my son crawl around on while I'm cooking dinner, or lets be honest, playing words with friends on my phone. After finishing the floor, the lil lion paw still rests, so I scrub the bathroom tub too. I grew up in the predominantly white midwest, married to a black man I was surprised to see that he uses baby oil on a regular basis to moisturize his skin, this makes his black skin delicious smelling and super soft but leaves a ring of grease around the tub that dirt clings too. I have tried everything to get it off quickly but usually find myself spending a good hour hunched over the tub scrubbing into the greasy ring with comet and a sponge. But today I stumbled upon a simple dish brush, purchased two for 1.00 at target months ago and never used, wouldn't you know that lil sucker combined with comet slashed through my grease ring in no time.
Again I would do a before and after pic but I am embarrassed to let you see the filth that exists in the tub that I use as a playpen for my son (dry of course) when Mommy Dreamest has to do her hair and make up or well, a #2. And still the baby sleeps. Lucky for me today is a long nap day and I can sit for a moment. The tubs sparkling new, the floor is clean and I am dripping in sweat waiting for him to wake and roar so I can give him a bath in the freshly cleaned tub, dress him in his fourth of July apparel, shower and dress myself and wait for daddy to get home so that we can run out to a last minute party. I won't have a cake in hand but I will come home to a clean kitchen floor and someday when I have time - take a bath in my freshly cleaned tub. . . yeah right, thats why i call myself Mommy dreamest. . . .(which isn't even a word)
As I spent most of June in Missouri to be a part of my sister-in-law bringing a gorgeous baby boy into this world I have really fallen behind on my chores. So today there is just one goal- scrub that nasty kitchen floor. I put my lil lion paw down for his 1:00 nap and hop to it - cleaning up the kitchen, wiping the counters, the table, the stove, pushing every lil speck of dirt to the floor, just as I moved the furniture, wiped the baseboards, swept and was getting ready to pull out my mop in walks the Haitian for his lunch break. . . this really breaks my Lady Gaga in the background, bra and panties, cleaning groove. I turn off the music and try to enjoy the moment with my husband. I take the lunch he brought me sit in front of the AC and eat quickly, finally he retreats to the bedroom for a lunchtime nap and I am free to get back in my Gaga cleaning groove. I was happy to use, for the second time my trusty spin mop - I didn't buy the real thing that I saw on HSN during a late night breastfeeding session but some Japanese knock off via amazon
that I assume works just as well. First thing I haveta do of course is wash the mop of the LA soot that has gathered on it from sitting out on the patio of my valley home. This of course further dirties my already dirty tub and thus a second thing gets added to my musts on this "holiday". I mop the floor, I would do a before and after shot but I'm ashamed to let you see the filth that I let my son crawl around on while I'm cooking dinner, or lets be honest, playing words with friends on my phone. After finishing the floor, the lil lion paw still rests, so I scrub the bathroom tub too. I grew up in the predominantly white midwest, married to a black man I was surprised to see that he uses baby oil on a regular basis to moisturize his skin, this makes his black skin delicious smelling and super soft but leaves a ring of grease around the tub that dirt clings too. I have tried everything to get it off quickly but usually find myself spending a good hour hunched over the tub scrubbing into the greasy ring with comet and a sponge. But today I stumbled upon a simple dish brush, purchased two for 1.00 at target months ago and never used, wouldn't you know that lil sucker combined with comet slashed through my grease ring in no time.
Again I would do a before and after pic but I am embarrassed to let you see the filth that exists in the tub that I use as a playpen for my son (dry of course) when Mommy Dreamest has to do her hair and make up or well, a #2. And still the baby sleeps. Lucky for me today is a long nap day and I can sit for a moment. The tubs sparkling new, the floor is clean and I am dripping in sweat waiting for him to wake and roar so I can give him a bath in the freshly cleaned tub, dress him in his fourth of July apparel, shower and dress myself and wait for daddy to get home so that we can run out to a last minute party. I won't have a cake in hand but I will come home to a clean kitchen floor and someday when I have time - take a bath in my freshly cleaned tub. . . yeah right, thats why i call myself Mommy dreamest. . . .(which isn't even a word)
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