Do you believe in Santa Claus?

c607a4b411964ca9ecb0728bbf545270I still remember the day my mom told me. I was 8 or 9 years old, so I️ had already known the truth for years. I knew my parents bought me the presents. They all said “from Mom and Dad” on them. My mom didn’t want Santa to get the credit for anything except delivery. I also knew he didn’t slip down our non-existent chimney, but at least they still snuck the presents out in the middle of the night for the big morning reveal.

Maybe Mom was in a bad mood that day. Maybe I asked about Santa one too many times. Whatever it was, I’ll always remember the words, “You know Santa’s not real right?” Coming out of her mouth and crushing a little of the Christmas magic right out of me. And then I cried while my mom backpeddled and tried to explain something about the Christmas spirit being real and blah blah blah.

But all I could hear was … it wasn’t real. To me part of it was, until my mother told me it wasn’t.

Now we have a son and it’s time for us to decide – will Santa be real for him? How do we set him up to still believe in Christmas magic, yet not have some soul crushing revelation later? Personally, I’m excited to bring back the magic. I’m ready to welcome Santa back with open arms.

And when the day comes and he asks me if Santa real?

Yes! But…..

Good thing I’ve got a few years to work on that one.

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Toddlerhood, we’ve got this licked!

img_8188I’m sure as soon as a consult Dr. Google on this, I’ll read it’s totally normal, but what the heck is with all the licking? My son likes to grab my face in both hands to make me look at him and then lick my face. When I tell him to stop, he licks his toys. Yesterday he licked his shoe. I’m starting to think the dogs are really rubbing off on him.

So after a quick Google consult, seems the magical age of the licking phase is 2 1/2 so the kid is right on time! I also noticed many of the people commenting had dogs. So he may indeed be imitating their behavior. I can handle the licking phase, but I’m going to put my foot down if he starts asking to poop in the yard.

Just kidding, he totally asked to poop in the yard and I told him go ahead just because I was excited he let me know he had to potty. (In the end, he did not take me up on the offer)

I guess for now I’ll just have to accept I’ve got a toddler who can’t hold his licker. 😂

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Never Too Old for Halloween

betty-rubble-costumeI have always loved Halloween night. I still remember the thrill of getting dressed up and running around the neighborhood in the dark. There would be kids running everywhere, house to house, demanding candy. There was such excitement and fun in the air.

Then I got older and didn’t get to trick-or-treat anymore. To be honest, I did keep it up until I was 18. But then I finally had to accept my time was done.

But now: Enter the Child

My son is my ticket back into the socially acceptable practice of parading in the streets for free candy on All Hallows Eve. I have taken him trick-or-treating since he was 6 months old. This was the first year he was into it. Oh he didn’t care one bit about his costume, but he sure made a beeline for those candy baskets. He caught on fast and had no shame grabbing as much as he could stuff in his little toddler hands.

And I was lucky to have recently moved to a neighborhood that really celebrates things the way I remembered. Kids were running from house to house, everyone was out and dressed up, it was amazing. Plus there was the added bonus of the adults enjoying themselves as well and serving up adult beverages along the way. I had a never-ending wine glass, and got to trick-or-treat. It was Awesome!

So according to my calculations, I should get at least another 10 years of trick-or-treating out of this arrangement…lol

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Drinking Wine and Blogging in My Activewear

cheersMy wardrobe has taken a dramatic turn since my child became mobile. It’s the heart-stopping, turn your head and he’s gone kind of mobile. Once we entered this activity- enhanced phase and I found myself running down the street, chasing through store aisles, crawling around playgrounds, navigating the grocery store with a child/monkey climbing me…these are not activities for cute dresses and strappy shoes. Nope. I needed to invest in some Activewear.

I started with a cheap sports bra on Amazon that ended up being the most comfortable thing in the world. I ended up buying a 6 pack in different colors! Bye-bye Victoria’s Secret $50 bra! Hello $6 Amazon special. Everything pokes, scratches or just bugs me so I looooove these things. I’m serious. My last order of VS undies I have to wear inside out because the damn seams are so sharp. I warned my husband what was up so he wouldn’t think I was losing it.

Then I invested in some really comfy sneakers and started collecting running capris. Not as long as yoga pants (I’m in Florida!) but not as short as shorts. And then added cute tank tops to pair over the sports bras. This is now my daily wardrobe. While I do actually go to the gym a few times a week, I dress like this regardless of my gym attendance. It’s just so functional! And I think it looks a lot better than the big T-shirts and jean shorts combo I was rocking post-maternity wear.

So I get the yoga pants mom thing now. I may actually look into those when it gets chilly! I am guilty of doing everything in my activewear, because I am up and moving most of the day. I didn’t even go to the gym today or workout and still hit 19,000 steps on my Fitbit just running around trying to balance housework and “toddler things.” So cheers to all you mom’s out there in your fancy activewear. We all know you earned it.

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He’s got a yuck mouth, because he don’t brush

My son, brushing the sides of the tub instead of his teeth

Total mom confession time – My kid’s breath smells like poop. And the title to this post is from a song I remember from some tooth brushing special from when I was little. Nobody wants a yuck mouth!

Like, seriously. His nasty breath is on par with the dogs. I don’t know how to get him to brush his teeth. It’s a constant struggle. At least once a day I sit on him and hold him down and then force him to brush his teeth. Then eventually he will take it from me and agreed to chew on the toothbrush. I considered looking for one of those dog toothbrushes that have the three sides so when he chews on it at least he gets some toothbrushing action.

I recall not liking brushing my teeth as a kid. I also pretty vividly recall the gum surgery I had to have in my 20s. I want my child to have good dental hygiene. Much better than mine. He has dental insurance and I did not, so he already has an advantage.

I have no idea how to make this more appealing. I have already tried toothbrushes that flash lights and sing songs. We have one that mimics a light saber, noises and all. It make me want to brush MY teeth for goodness sakes. I have sung songs, bribed with treats (which seems counter-productive), demonstrated on teddy bears, watched the Elmo and Blippy episodes about how awesome tooth brushing is, but it is just not sinking in.

What is the magic secret? How do I keep my kid from having a yuck mouth? Do I just need to relax because they will all eventually fall out anyway?

Mommies HELP…