Skip to main content

Baby Takes All

Ro-Sham-Bo (aka Rock-Paper-Scissors);
The ever popular game of problem solving, decision making, and how "adults" decide. . . "NOT IT!"

As you can see in the amazing diagram below, ROCK beats SCISSORS (for obvious reasons). SCISSORS beat PAPER (don't run with these!). And PAPER apparently beats ROCK (I have a hard time swallowing this one, but more on that later. . .)

Have you ever found yourself surrounded by a sink full of dishes, a hamper full of clothes, a bin full of trash, a floor full of toys, and a diaper full of... well, you get the picture? I bet even just reading this you feel like yelling "NOT IT!" Welcome to a day in the life of every single parent of a 16 month old.

Quick, look around for a RoShamBo opponent!!!

Enter the Reigning Champion in this house... In the poo blue corner... weighing in at a whopping 27lbs... Jackson 'lil monster' Dean!

There is something about watching this kid walk around the room singing "Clean Up - Clean Up" while he picks up his toys, that just melts my heart.
*Nevermind that I will have to have to reorganize it all after he finally passes out tonight.*

Now let's tackle the diaper. Does anyone have 3-4 grown men they can send over to help with this step? You would think I am pulling his toenails out one by one by the noises coming out of this child.
(What must my crazy neighbor think?)
So here I go, throwing one leg over his torso, while unsnapping his diaper with one hand, pulling way too many wipes out with my teeth and running interference with my "free" hand to keep his hands north of the border. Every second that passes during this fiasco TRIPLES the chance that I will be breaking out the carpet cleaner again.

After all the tears, its time to cuddle. WHAT?!?! Even big, tough boys need their mommy-time <3

So now what? I look down at my beautiful boy with the milk-drunk expression, freshly passed out across my lap. It's this moment that I remember that the dishes will be there tomorrow, I have plenty of clean clothes to wear, it's not garbage day today, and he surely doesnt care if his toys are organized alphabetically.

It is THIS moment that matters.
It is THIS moment that will not be here tomorrow.
It is THIS moment that makes me whole.

So remember, there will always be some rock needing to be picked up, some paper needing to be paid, and something/one cutting into your time... But in this house... BABY TAKES ALL. :)

If you have stumbled upon this blog in hopes to find some tips on mastering your sweet Ro-Sham-Bo skills... you may be a touch disappointed, but please feel free to come take a peek into our life from time to time.

Now to address the "Paper Beats Rock Conspiracy"...


  1. I love your profile picture! Looking forward to reading more of your adventures with Jackson!!


Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

To Cut Or Not To Cut. . . Is this really even a question?

Oh Boy . . .

I am well aware that circumcision is a topic that many are not comfortable thinking about, let alone discussing. I also know that when I was first looking into facts, actual facts, about the pros and cons . . . I found more personal opinions than anything else.

This all started for me when I found out I was pregnant, even before I knew I was having a boy. A friend of mine posted an episode of Penn & Teller's "Bulls***" on her Facebook page. It was a documentary on circumcision, and while it didn't make up my mind for me . . . it sure did raise some questions that I was determined to find the answers to.

 I hadn't even considered (gasp) not circumcising my child! After all, it is just what is done, right?

Before you watch this . . . please be warned that there is some harsh language and some of the scenes are very tough to watch. Penn & Teller: Circumcision is BULLSH*T (video found on YouTube)
So here is where my journey started. I asked friend…

Baby Shower Shenanigans

As I write this, I am getting ready for a baby shower. I guess I was feeling inspired. . . 
Are baby showers necessary? In most cases, yes. Especially for first time moms. It's a great way for friends and family to help the new parents stock up on the essentials.  But what about the games? Does anyone actually ENJOY these games, or is it just some crazy right of passage to be in charge of the torture when it's time for you to host a shower? In order for me to keep faith that we haven't collectively lost our minds, I have to believe in the latter. Me? I LOATHE these shenanigans. I mean, may I excuse myself when I see all the giggling ringleaders gathering their supplies for the first, of many "fun" games? Never mind the awkward stares I've received when I've refused to participate. 
So here is the score ladies, either we stand together as adults who refuse to force each other to play these ridiculous games, or we go along as we are . . . silently grumblin…

Cloth V.S. Disposable . . . It's not just about the environment

So here I was again, pregnant with my son and trying to wade through the virtual piles of research I had compiled on diaper options. You would think this would be a super easy decision . . . but I was a Crunchy mom-to-be in a world full of Cashmere and Silk. As a matter of fact, before I joined my Bradley Group, I only knew one person cloth diapering . . . and she is over 500 miles away. Thank you 'neighbor'. You know who you are, and you know I love ya!

This is what I knew
*Cloth is better for the environment - Less waste in the landfills *I really wanted to make cloth work, long before I found out I was pregnant *My son is worth all the hard work. 'Wait . . . how hard will it be?" *Baby butts wearing a cloth diaper are simply ADORABLE!

This is what I was told
*"Cloth diapers smell so bad, even when they are just wet" *"It is so much easier to use disposables" *"You are such a hippie" *"You are braver than I am"  *"I could never do it…