Monday, February 27, 2012

Wall Art Haiku*




Oh, Mother of S--t!
Who crayola-ed up my walls?
So pissed I can’t breathe.

Fury rises up.
Our home - just like Fred Sanford’s.
Why me? Why our house?!

Can I rub it off?
Are these these the washable ones?
No! Crap! FML!

Check the computer.
Surely someone’s figured out
a way to fix this.

Yay! A remedy!
Spray WD-40,
then wipe it away.

Now where is that stuff?
In some box of tools and junk,
I hope to find it.

Okay, say a prayer.
Aim the nozzle at wall art.
Wipe it to hist’ry.

A sigh of relief
I can hug my little child,
and continue on.

So ends this saga –
“Wall Art Debacles.”  Next time -
a frame around it.

*If you enjoyed this brilliant (wink, wink) haiku tale, check out Date Night Haiku!

Friday, February 24, 2012

Mom in the Spotlight: Nicole Shaw


Nicole Leigh Shaw was a girl from Jersey with a fabulous mom, step-dad (not the wicked kind), and witty, supportive sister and brother. Now she's a mom from northern Indiana. 

 "Is there any chocolate in the house?"

There were a few stops along the way. She met her husband in New Jersey, but he whisked her off to North Carolina to the Raleigh 'burbs as soon as they were married in 2001. From there they landed in Boston, then the Boston 'burbs, then the Atlanta 'burbs, and now, by golly, the Fort Wayne, Indiana 'burbs. 

Nicole and her husband tried to procreate way back in North Carolina, but it didn't take until they moved into a teeny condo in Boston. That baby was Bee.* Bee showed up six weeks early and perfectly healthy, if a bit tiny (a good match for the size of her city "nursery"). 

When they moved to Georgia they got in a family way again with identical twins. Beans* and Zippy *were only four weeks early, and perfectly healthy, if a bit tiny. 

One can only guess they were very drunk when they decided to try one more time while still in Georgia. Baby number four is Roo, who was neither early nor tiny. 

Nicole writes about all of these people either because they let her or they aren't old enough to stop her.   

Nicole's been writing and editing for 15 years: news journalist, magazine columnist, academic journals editor (Oxford University Press), and humorist (Nickelodeon's NickMom.com). However, she didn't really start relishing her writing until she began blogging in 2007. It started with a personal family blog and it lead to an outpouring of truth, mommy injustice, and the stay-at-home way on Ninja Mom Blog http://www.ninjamomblog.com/.


How many children do you have? How old are they?  Boys? Girls?
I have four kids -- I cheated by having twins in the middle -- Bee (girl, 7), Beans and Zippy (girl twins, 4), and Roo (boy, 2).  Sure, my belly looks like a ForceFlex garbage bag, but at least I'm also sleep deprived!


Where were you in your career when your children were born?
I was floundering. I had been flirting with writing and publishing for over a decade. I was a news journalist, a business travel magazine columnist, and a production editor for academic journals.  Somewhere between earning a paycheck and following my husband (happily, I might add) around the country for his jobs, I forgot I wanted to be writing creatively.

When my first was born in 2005, I was doing freelance production editing for academic journals. Dry, dry stuff.

How did you plan to fit motherhood into your work life?  How did your plans square with the reality of raising a family?
I was actually pretty grateful to have been freelancing when I got pregnant. We'd recently relocated (again) to Boston at the time and I was trying to figure out my next move. Turns out my next move was gaining 42 pounds over the course of 34 weeks (my first came early). Cheese fries were a huge help in my goal to become wider than I was tall. That and the baby growing in my cheese-fries cavity.


They say that the more children you have the easier it is.  I have an almost two year old and a just over three year old, and using socially acceptable English, I’ll say that I strongly disagree. What’s your take on this?
Ha! That's good. Using socially acceptable English I'll say it's like all things, you give some, you get some. There are trades offs. I think you, momma, are in that ugly place I call "two much." Two kids are just enough to take up so much of your time and sanity that it's a miracle more mothers of young children aren't on death row. My solution was to skip two and go straight from one to three kids, and then pile a fourth on top. Sure, my house if filthy, my wardrobe is terrible, and I shower on a schedule that can roughly be called "monthly." But they really do play together. They take some of the attention off of me. Just enough for me to steal their holiday candy. I don't think it's easier, because children, one or a hundred, are the dictionary opposite of "easy."


In the name of time management/prioritization, what has completely fallen out of the picture?  In turn, what have you managed to keep up with in spite of it all?
Laundry is largely a lost cause, as is organizing anything that I can't keep on my person at all times. For example, I organize a drawer, a closet, a snack, and it's in tatters as soon as I turn my back. On the other hand, I write A LOT. And read a fair amount, too. I've managed to make room for those things because they improve me. Laundry just makes me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry and balling socks.

How Nicole handles life. The PB won't open?
Stab it with something sharp. 

What’s the last major thing you did for yourself?
About two years ago I went home to New Jersey by myself for a weekend. I saw family, old friends, and brought only pictures of the kids and the Hubster. I missed out last year, but do plan to make getting out for a weekend by myself a yearly ritual. The Hubster is in favor. I'm in favor. Now I just need to update my passport and take this thing to the next level.



Blogging, though extremely time consuming, fills a need for those of us who do it.  It is a priority.   What’s your writing/blog promotion schedule like?
It is a priority, but it's decidedly after my family and my sanity. I only hold myself to blogging at least once a week. I can't allow it to be a point of stress. Pouring the breakfast cereal some mornings is all the stress I can handle. So, I try to blog only when I have something to write about. I was on a more rigorous schedule, but it was interfering with that little high I get every time I publish a post I really want others to see. When I force it, I'm unhappy. When I allow myself to work out the ideas I'm jazzed about, it's better for everyone.


Do you check your stats like someone with an eating disorder gets on the scale?  I do. Just want to see if I have company…
Stats, me? Oh, no. I'm too much of an artist to be bothered by the pedestrian—hell yes, I check my stats! I stalk traffic sources. I wonder when the Russian spammers will give up trying to sell Cialis on my blog. It's tough sending a post out on the Internets. Gotta make sure it's making friends.


Why did you start blogging?  What would be blogging pay dirt for you? 
I was going crazy. It's that simple. I was nuts with diapers, and crying, and crying over diapers, and moving to new states (AGAIN). I needed to do something selfish that was about me and how I wanted to interact with the world outside my suburban walls. And while I was doing it, I remembered that I wanted to be a writer when I grow up.

I hit my first spoonful of pay dirt this year. I got a gig that pays. I blog for American dollars at NickMom.com, a Nickelodeon enterprise where moms can laugh and point. LOL, if you will. Next? More of the same. More gigs, more American money. And I do have visions for this novel-length memoir I'm dreaming of. . .


 I love your new feature “Character Assassination Carousel.”  How did you think of this?
Thanks! Actually, it started a year ago. I was visited by an old business colleague who told me I'd hear from three more ghosts over the course of the night. No, I kid, that was Scrooge. I was taken to a magical land full of little people, a talking tin man, a scaredy-cat lion, all on the wings of a hurricane.

It really started because I loathe that Shel Silverstein travesty, "The Giving Tree." Really hate it. It makes me foam at the mouth. I knew I wasn't alone and that other books rankled other parents. The "Character Assassination Carousel" was born.

Want to write a piece for the Carousel? It's open . . . just say the word.
They call me Thumbelina.

Advice to beginning blogging moms?
Decide who you are. Are you using your blog as an online scrapbook? Are you a diarist, noting each sniffle, each art project, each new milestone? A crafty mom blogger? A baking mom blogger? A giveaway maven? Or are you something else altogether? A blog is about the content, first and foremost. Makes yours exactly what you want it to be and you'll amass readers, not just followers.


Best this-should-be-in-a-movie mommy tale?
During my second pregnancy, in the way early weeks, I went in for an ultrasound because my cycles were irregular and they wanted to get a handle on just how pregnant I was. While I waited for my turn I sat next to a first timer who had just discovered—at 20 weeks—that she was having twins.

My ultrasound showed that I was indeed with fertilized egg, but it was too early to really tell how far along my pregnancy was. They asked to me come back in a few weeks.

On the drive home I called my mom. "Mom, that girl, she has no idea what she's in for. She was smiling and happy. You know what will cure her of all that joy? Twins! Poor fool."

Three weeks later I was far enough along for them to tell me my egg turned into twins. Poor fool.

(Note that in the movie version Matt Damon is my husband and I'll play myself. We will kiss. A lot.)

Your parenting style in 5 words or less.
Sometimes TV's the best babysitter.

Sometimes you get food stuck in your teeth. 







Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Where the?


Um, Hel-loooo


Where the focaccia are you?




Girrrrllll,   I needed a stiff  drink!


I'm having a cocktail.










, that is









Monday, February 20, 2012

Why It's Hard to Meet Friends


The following is a guest post from www. Mom-Ami.com.

Ever wonder why it’s so difficult to meet other mom-friends? It seems like our parents' generation didn’t really face this problem, so what gives? Well, here are a few reasons why we believe it’s harder than ever to form lasting mom friendships:

1.     Nowadays, our extended families are often spread all over the county. Gone are the days where grandma, aunt, and cousin could come over and help out. The instant local family support network has almost vanished as people have moved for school, jobs, or any other reason.
2.     Women these days are having kids at a much wider range of ages. When we were born, most women had kids around the age of 22 or 23. Today, you find everything from 18 to 45 which explains why it can be so hard to find moms you relate to.
3.     Our sense of community is changing. Before having kids, many of us don’t form close relationships with our neighbors – we tend to pay more attention to our circle of friends from school or work.  Few people put in the investment and energy into making close friends nearby, simply because we didn’t need to.
4.     We just don’t have the time or energy! With nearly 60% of moms juggling raising a kid and continuing to work, our lives are hectic. We spend much less time with our friends and have even less time to dedicate to finding new friends. And for those moms who have left the workforce, many moms can feel isolated while being at home with a baby.

So what’s a girl to do? Here are some tips that we think can help you maintain your existing friendships and help you build new ones!

1.     Use technology! Moms sure are busy and don’t always have time for long drawn out phone calls. Using texting as a quick way to send a friend a note and let them know you’re thinking about them. Same with an email. It’s a great low-pressure way to stay in touch.
2.     Try finding other ways to relate to moms who aren’t your age. Sure she may be 5 years younger than you, but maybe you both own your homes and can share a sympathetic ear about how awful it is getting your deck redone.
3.     Reach out to your neighbors. Start by stopping the car when you drive by and see your neighbor out for a walk and say hello. If you and your kids spend a fun afternoon baking cookies together, take a plate over to your neighbor.
4.     Be proactive. How many other moms do you see throughout the day and share a passing courtesy “Hello”. Next time you see her, extend an invitation to meet for coffee. She’ll probably be grateful that you made the first move.

These are some short and simple tips, but remember that every journey begins with a single step. Making small changes can lead to great things down the road!

If you would like to read more or want to meet new moms in your area, check out www.Mom-Ami.com. It’s an online service that lets you build a profile and then matches you with moms in your area based on personality, preferences, and parenting style. Sign up for MomAmi and put the code MomsNewStage in the message line to receive a one-month free subscription. Also, you can check out their blog at http://mom-ami.tumblr.com/.



Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Bitch, Please!





Because I never met an act of procrastination I didn’t like, I was scanning the YAHOO! news before getting to my mail.  The singer Shakira was attacked by a sea lion.  Oh, dear.  Then I saw something that really piqued my interest.  A mommy list. 

“10 Signs You’re a Type-A Mom” by Emily Liebert for GalTime. http://shine.yahoo.com/parenting/10-signs-youre-type-mom-140900722.html

Click.

Within two lines I was in Ralph Macchio’s Karate Kid stance, where though hobbled he’s balanced on one leg, the other in a high front parallel attitude (pardon the dance lingo) ready to kick, his arms over his head like an angry Count Chocula.

Another mompetition I’d entered unwittingly. And this lady had me beat!  Her kids were 10 months apart, by virtue of adoption and then good luck.  And I thought I had it tough with kids 18 months apart!  She presented herself as a parenting expert who kept company with other perfect mothers, wives and authors. Well, you go on with your bad self, grrrrl!  From what I could see in the ten points listed, this chick was insanely organized, an adept multi-tasker and was on a daily basis well-coiffed, well-groomed, and fashionable. 

At first I thought she was being a little tongue-in-cheek. No.  She was SERIOUS! But then I thought about it.  Instead of enviable, her boasts were sad and scary.  The precursors to misery. 

Simply put, to need that kind of control over everything and everyone, a gal’s gotta be wound up a little tight.  Those La Perla panties must be more snug than an effing tourniquet -- enough to make an upper class Supermom bust a cap in someone’s a--. 

I mean not wanting to have your kid have a goody bag?  Really?  Those little simple surprises are so special to kids.  Enough to make their day. Sure it’s stuff I probably wouldn’t buy for them.  Sure they don’t need it.  If something’s is unsafe you can get rid of it.

And for the record, thank you very much, I am the mom who put the pencils in the Valentine’s goody bags for my 3 year old son’s class.   And here I thought I was being good by not providing candy!

Those who can get and keep their kids on a perfect schedule, doing the same thing at the same time daily, are amazing.  More power to them.  But as I mentioned in my first post on the subject of mompetition  (http://www.momsnewstage.com/2012/01/dancer-in-mompetition.html) these people need to realize that they are lucky to have docile kids!  A household of small children is not the military.  While that might be the pinnacle of orderliness for a family, it’s also soulless and insensitive. Invariably, something runs late, someone has pooped, someone’s rhythm is off.  With no sense of time, kids dawdle.  And lest you squash like a cockroach their innate sense of “smelling the roses,” sometimes they should be allowed to do so. The essence of motherhood is flexibility. 

A tree that doesn’t bend breaks.

Then I read the “all you have to do is a little light reading and follow the rules.” My stance went from Karate Kid to that scary guy in Deliverance with a crossbow.  I could have got my kids to sleep by reading books?  What a brilliant idea!  Wish someone had told me about that one!

News flash, lady. Children are not DVD players.  There is not a one-size-fits-all manual.  I tried everything in every book.  My kids began to sleep only after 6 months after crying it out.  Your child’s great early-sleeping habits don’t make you perfect. 

And yes, everyone wants her husband to get it.  Lord knows I do.  I really, really do.  There are days I’d gladly pull out my eyes to get him to do things my way. But he’s not a dog and I can’t train him.  We try to talk amicably about what we’d like from each other.  We push each others’ buttons.  But we know we’re both great parents, doing our best with very little time.  My J thinks I tear him up in this blog.  He needs to see post so he’ll know that other dads have it way, way worse, and that his disheveled little wifey is both enlightened and a kitten compared to some.

So apparently, type-A Mommy’s home looks like the vision of  HGTV’s Genevieve Gorder.  Many rooms in my house look like they were designed by Charlie Brown’s friend Pigpen.  When A-Mom multitasks it results in a symphony (although I’ve got to say that “emptying the dishwasher, changing a poopy diaper and working your I-phone” is "Ooooooh-I-just-love-amoebic-dysentery" gross!), while I burn dinner and have a child fall off a chair.

Now here’s the thing – why should anyone actually believe that their ability to multitask, get a mani-pedi, put things in those nifty Container Store plastic bins, and order others around makes them a better mother?  Those things are part of mothering, sure, but they pertain to managing a household and taking care of oneself.

Perfect parenting is something else altogether.

To be that so-called perfect parent I’d like to hear how you never yell at your kids.  How you consistently employ a firm, yet sensitive strategy to counter undesirable behavior.  How you have an arsenal of crafts ready for a rainy day. How you allow for spontaneity and curiosity and extreme dilly-dallying. How you’ve figured out a way to let your kids help you make dinner, without dinner taking 2 hours to make.  How you put your kids to bed lovingly, without wanting it to take no more than 3.8 seconds. 

How you don’t need a stiff drink at the end of everyday.

Things like that.

As for the other stuff, if that’s winning the mompetition, if that’s being perfect, then bring on the bungling.  I’m happy to have lost.




  

Monday, February 13, 2012

Another Guest Appearance

Playdates:  Double dates for moms.  




Mom's New Stage is taking her dancing shoes over to the blog at Mom-ami.  Mom-ami is an online service that lets you build a profile and then matches you with moms in your area based on personality, preferences, and parenting style.  In a nutshell, it's Match for moms.  Brilliant!
 Today's post is a little anecdote about making friends.


Or not. . .


http://mom-ami.tumblr.com/post/17556495949/once-is-enough


Click on over!


Yes, you! 


Go!


Enjoy,


Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Hey New Mom, Meet Hyde Park!



The coiner of the phrase "Mulatto Heaven" and
a few small friends enjoy HP's Promontory Point.


1.     It IS Mulatto Heaven.  Seriously, this 'hood is ground zero for mixed race families, gay parents, and single parents.  Getting the bad stares here is rare.  It's an oasis, so much so that when you leave you forget that this diversity is far from the norm.

2.     Sure there are conservatives here, but for the most part we're either liberal, progressive or so to the left crunchy you crack your teeth just lookin'!

3.     Hyde Park's retail clothing situation is pretty much non-existent.  Unless, of course, you want a t-shirt with Obama's picture on it.

4.     The Hyde Park Parents Support Network is a blessing.  You can buy, sell or borrow any child-related item.  You can get advice on anything from introducing solids to why, despite your ardent pacifism, your son is a budding Ted Nugent.  And, you can witness passionate neighborhood cyber-battles about letting dogs into parks and the suggestion that if you're concerned about schools you should move to the 'burbs.

5.     Expressing disdain for beloved all-American rituals like trick-or-treating or the Super Bowl will earn you, at worst, a massive eye roll, and an unspoken "get over yourself," as opposed to being accused of treason and run out of town.


6.     It's a gem of a village in the part of Chicago that most people assume the worst about - the Southside. Everyone knows everyone - two degrees of separation at best. If you want to get out of HP Produce (a scaled-down, neighborhood version of Trader Joe's or Whole Foods) without fifteen stop-and-chats, consider wearing a Yosemite Sam Hat and some Groucho Marx glasses.  



7.     You knew this already, but it's the president's hometown. How cool is it that his multimillion dollar home is steps away from Section 8 housing?

8.     The only thing separating an elite college preceptorial from the neighborhood moms' book group is wine.  Lots and lots of wine.

9.     As you can see from #3, Hyde Parkers see clothing as purely functional. We might as well walk around wearing barrels. If you rock it frumpy, or embrace the no-style lifestyle, then this is the 'hood 'for you!  We save the fancy stuff for visits to other parts of town.  Consider the following typical exchange:

Mom #1: (dressed in her just-shy-of-pajamas momiform) "Wow, you look great - makeup, skinny jeans, cute boots!  Where are you going?
Mom #2:  "Yeah, I'm meeting a friend on the Northside."
Both: (nodding and grinning knowingly)  "Ooo-oooh...."

10.  Sure, it's a college town. But with the exception of a few Greek domiciles, it is the life of the mind, baby.  A few popular slogans describing good ol' U of C are "Where Fun Comes to Die," "Where the Squirrels are More Aggressive than the Men," and "Where The Only Thing That Goes Down on You Is Your GPA."  http://uofcslogans.blogspot.com/

11.  Bixler and Butternut Playlots.  Where it is the norm for parents to actually talk to each other, and where for the benefit of the children who play there, people deposit no-longer-needed toys that range from misfit status to perfectly good. 

12.  It's not Highland Park or Lincoln Park. Far from it. If a Prada garment found itself here, it might suffer an existential crisis. As far as I know, there is very little hopping into bed with other people's husbands, but there is definitely a gossip circuit.  Surely, SOMEONE could do a real housewives thing here.  Maybe on PBS?  What have I been smoking, you ask? Okay, fine.  I'm done now.


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