So Many Questions

I remember the days I sat and stared at Roo just waiting for her first word. I now take that all back and wish she could be quiet for 5 minutes so I could think. Horrible to say as a parent, but totally true.

Her latest habit is that when we are in the car and music is playing she asks three essential questions:

1. What song is this Mommy?
2. Who sings it Mommy?
3. Is it a boy or a girl? (pronounced gurl)

Last week we were in the car and she asked all three questions to which I replied with the song's title, artist and gender. Then Roo threw me for a loop by asking, "is she a little gurl Mommy?" To which I replied, "no, she is a big girl, a big Mommy." NOTE: "A big Mommy" in Roo's world these days translates to "adult." Then I made the mistake of saying, "well, maybe she is not a big Mommy, she is just an adult." At that point I opened Pandora's box of questions.

The conversation then went a little like this:
Roo: "I am an adult."
Me: "No honey, you are a kid."
Roo: "No Mommy, I am an adult."
Me: "Really? Do you have a job?"
Roo: "Yep."
Me: "Really? What do you do?"
Roo: "Work."
Me: "What kind of work?"
Roo: "I work on my pink computer." (her Vtech pink computer)
Me: "OK. Well, do you drive?"
Roo: "Yep. Stop driving Mommy and I will show you."
Me: "I don't think your feet can reach the pedals."
Roo: "Yes they can! Let me show you."
Me" "How about later? I need to get you to school"
Roo: "OK Mom, but one day I will drive and you will sit in the backseat, OK?"

I guess she is right, that can totally happen. Visions of Driving Miss Daisy were in my head the rest of the day. She sure is cute, but she sure asks a lot of questions.

Frustration & Chaos

In an effort to try to stay more connected with my blog, I am going to try to write something every week. Since I am not a full time stay at home Mom, that means my updates will not always be about my kids. So, if you are reading this because you just want kid updates feel free to skim through any commentary that focuses on me. Regardless of what I end up writing it will ultimately somehow tie back to the kids, because after all, I am their Mom.

Today I find myself at a client meeting at 7:30 AM (had to leave the house at 5). The truth is that I should not even be here. I am on my 8th week of a maternity leave stint that (let's be honest) I didn't really get. Who goes to work after only having had a baby 8 weeks ago? Me. Do I like it? No. Am I mad and disappointed? Yes. Am I the main income earner for my family? Yes. Therefore I find myself in NJ at a client meeting.

The person I should feel really bad for is my husband. Although we have our nanny showing up around 8:30, my absence still requires him to feed the baby before the crack of dawn while also trying to get three year old Roo up and ready for school. Whining will take place, lunch will need to be packed, breakfast made, outfits picked out and they will need to be out the door for preschool by 8 AM. All before the nanny arrives. The first 2-3 hours of our day is usually the toughest and now my poor hubby has to do it all on his own. Another reason to be frustrated about being at work today.

So, it is what it is. I will drink as much caffeine as possible so that I can stay awake and sound intelligent because I have to. I will pump prior to my meeting in the public bathroom since am trying to continue to breast feed my kid because that is what I am supposed to do. Then once my meeting is over I will rush home to see my kiddos and give them a great big hug because I want to.

A Long Time

It's been nine months. A LONG nine months and a lot has happened. The biggest thing of course is the birth of Roo's little brother, baby Calvie. Our newest edition arrived the evening of September 24th and life has been complete chaos since. You know when they say it is twice as hard with two kids? They lied. It is WAY harder than that. Regardless, we are enjoying ourselves and our new expanded family. Welcome Cal!