I received this from a friend of mine, it's totally cute! It's a video about how I'm the best mother of the year, even Obama congratulates me!
You can customize it for your wife, sister, mom, daughter! So go on, make someone laugh and make them Mother of the year for 2009!
Click here to make your own!
I keep coming across this on my friends (who are mom's) profile on Facebook so I thought I'd share it with all of you. I find more and more now then when my son was young that I don't have "time" to go out with friends anymore. We also don't have 10 different babysitter's to rely on. We have my IL's that look after my son during the week, so I feel badly asking them to look after him on the weekend. But what I wouldn't give for a morning off. Anyway, enjoy! I hope all of the non mom's learn something from this :)
**not that all non parents feel this way
So I sit here tonight on Easter Sunday, child in bed, supper eaten (at my in laws so thankfully no dishes) and I have an RFP to work on. So what do I do? What I do best!... I procrastinate. I'm the best at procrastinating, and coming online is like sending my husband into Fry's (for those of you in Canada who don't know what Fry's is.. it's a computer super center.)
My life has been really hectic since coming back to work. It's been two months since I've been back at work. I'm finding it difficult to keep up with the laundry, dishes and having quality time with my son. My husband has also been putting in a lot (and I mean a lot) of over time at work, so he hasn't been getting home most nights until right before my son get's his bottle and passes out. This is hard on all of us. If I had it my way, I'd have Tony from "who's the boss?" Come in and be my housekeeper. It'd be so nice to come home to a clean house, laundry done AND put away and supper on the stove.
Ahh loveable Tony:
Or today's version of the hot boy toy:
This is a few years back while he (Jesse Metcalf) was on Desperate housewives, and now he's all grown up:
(can you say yummy?-Some how this post has become about hot house pets, I mean men lol)
But yes it'd be wonderful to have that help, but the house has to be relatively clean before someone can come in and clean it properly. My poor baseboards are so dusty!
But we are in the process of finishing our basement and that should help with the litter clutter of children's toys everywhere.
So back to what I should be doing, working on my RFP, ahh what a nice break I had, sat and chatted with myself (via blogging, I only talk aloud to myself when I "think" I'm by myself) and looked at hot men online. Ok, now back to work!
Food or entertainment?
While pregnant I wondered, just how would I feel about breastfeeding. I mean I know that it's "frowned" upon nowadays to not breastfeed, but just how would I feel.
It's funny, that 50 years ago, formula was pushed and the breast was suppressed. Now if you do not breastfeed, there are groups (which will remain nameless) that make you feel like you've not done enough. That somehow you failed as a mother if you could not breastfeed your child.
The interesting thing is that when we lived in colonies of women and men things were a lot different. Babies were taken care of by groups of women, and more then likely were nursed by more then one woman. We also have the "wet nurse" in history for those privileged people, who unless you gave birth to a boy, you were not allowed to breastfeed. Nowadays women are expected to do this on their own and not ask for "help" to often, because that means they cannot handle motherhood.
Yes, the breast has come a long way.
No longer did I think of them as a play things for gratification but as a per functionary instrument (gosh, how sexy is that???) to nourish my child.
This really did throw me for a loop.
I remember while I was pregnant, reading on baby center about women who feared breastfeeding. And I thought, who cares, if it works it works, hey it's cheaper! Then I came across a post that said, she was worried about breastfeeding because someone told her it was sensual. Then the women bickered about it being sensual vs sexual and all that jazz, and by god it freaked the crap out of me.
I didn't want to think of feeding my baby as sensual. What if I got turned on?
First off, breastfeeding was NOT sensual, not sexual, not intimate for me. It was a way to feed him. To make him stop crying, fussing, entertain him. It was NOT at ALL sexual. It was functional.
When I contemplated giving up breastfeeding at the end of 11 months, I was surprised I felt sad. I enjoyed my time with him in the morning, having him cuddle with me, and all that. But ask me from 0-3 months if I'd have given it up. Yes, in a heart beat. I hated it. I hated being responsible.. solely to feed my child. The fact that he didn't sleep for more then 2 hours at a time made it darn near impossible to survive, but I did. The fact that no matter how tired I was, my husband worked and I had the boobs, so I HAD to get up. And it does get better. By 6 months, when you feed them solids it's just so much easier to, "whip out the boob" then to make a bottle.
And ladies, lovemaking. Was. well messy. I mean not only do you feel like a spare tire has situated across your midsection, you deal with the leaky boobs the dry vagina and the lack of sex drive. At least that's how most feel. I didn't have all those syndromes stated above but I leaked everywhere. I wore breast pads until my son was 8 months old. 
I was lucky my husband found my post baby body "sexy." In turn that really helped me feel "better," not sexy lol I wasn't ready to jump back into my thong, those cotton panties are so comfortable lol
Oh and your boobs do NOT look the same and most often get smaller after you stop breastfeeding. This mom is petitioning to have a lift after she's done having babies!
(I actually think his boob is not to saggy lol-lucky bastard)
My bottom line here is that if you're freaked out about breastfeeding, I'm here to say it's ok to be. It's a new experience, and our society sexualizes the breasts. But It is a natural way to feed you baby. It hurts like hell for the first three weeks (buy lansinoh nipple cream!) but it is easier then carrying a bottle around with you. But with that being said. DO NOT feel like a bad mom or a failure if you stop to breastfeed. There are so many moms out there like you! Most of us were raised on formula not breast milk and i think we turned out just fine!
Then I thought I'd get creative. Instead of my visions of the "number 1" cake, last night I envisioned Elmo. That damn loveable creature from sesame street has been playing in my house non stop thanks to media center. It's bittersweet, my love hate (more hate) relationship with Elmo. I mean, my son is mesmerized by that stupid loveable creature that always refers to himself in the third person, and honestly it entertains him when I need to get things done, so hence the love part of the relationship.
I swear only a person who watches as much sesame street as I do could hate Elmo. I mean the thing is wonderful if you only hear him for a few minutes, but hour after hour of the same episode (the one where Telly helps Gordon practice golf) you get annoyed of the laughing and the referring to himself in third person. Even as I write this I sing that Elmo's world song.
And yes, I bought everything Elmo. The plates, the napkins the Balloon, the cups, the hats, the noise makers. everything. I was standing in line and 190$ later (that included a huge box of diapers) some woman asked me when the party was, and then commented, "they didn't have this at the dollar store?"
OF course they probably had it at the dollar store, and Zellers took me for a lot of money that day, but I wanted to be in and out and not stand in line with a thousand people at the dollar store, but still. it hurts.
So you see the above picture of what Elmo looks like. And this is my version of Elmo:
My niece asked me where his arms and legs were, i told her I wasn't that ambitious. My nephew said that there was an evil Elmo in the kitchen-and refused to eat any of the head, but ate the body lol And you all can recall that I've never said I was Martha Stewart.
All in all, the cake was pretty good, and my son loved it and had three pieces:
I guess that's all that matters right? But there is something creepy about cutting up and eating something that's your favourite thing. Elmo didn't look the same after my son was finished with him.
As for our family and friends, everyone was very generous and we are so lucky to have them in our lives. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts for sharing his birthday with us!