But in all honesty, being a mom is glamorous in its own sort of way. You know? Like the catching vomit in your bare hands, poop smeared on your leg, type of way. [Scared yet? You should be. Kiddddding. I love being a mom more than anything in the world. Truly.
And I'm not even kidding that I just caught gag-puke in.my.hands as I typed this. Holy geez. This is real people.]
Anyway. I went off on a bunny trail. Reign it in Katie, reign it in.
As a first time mom, I can tell you bluntly and honestly: I do not know everything, or much of anything. I do my best. I know my own child better than anyone else does. But? I don't know "it all" about other people's kids. Or parenting in general.
So here comes my mini-rant. It can be really irritating when other first time moms act like know-it-alls. I mean, really? It's your first kid. It's my first kid. CLEARLY, neither of us know it all. So, stop acting like it.
Not to mention the mom-bragging? Holy cow. It's totally worse than I ever could have imagined it being. I mean, I know people brag on their kids, and I'm guilty of it from time to time. But the allthetime bragging? Give me a break.
You might as well say it loud and clear that you think your kid is better than mine. [Clearly, not the case. But sometimes how I feel. Bonus points: My kid wins in the cuteness department. So, there.]
Am I the only one that see's that? The whole know-it-all syndrome going around?
On another note, my girl started eating some real foods (you know, other foods besides the mushiness that is baby food), and it's so cute. She is so intrigued by real food and her face lights up when I give her a bite of something delicious.
But, you know what comes with the real food? [You thought I was gonna make a diaper joke. I'm not.] The god-awful mess that is HER HIGHCHAIR after eating. Ew. Really.
Oh my goodness. This is the rest of my life, people. Cleaning up the bits & millions of tiny pieces of (chicken, turkey, puffs) what fell in her lap, or on the side, or onthefriggin'floor. I mean, the high chair is all sorts of gross after meal times, now. So very gross and oh so messy. Hello, reality.
Kids are messy.
And? Eme's been sick since last week. She's getting better everyday little by little (it takes babies so long to kick these nasty colds/ear infections, etc), but I'm ready for it to be over. She's still not sleeping great. I'm tired of running into walls in the middle of the night trying to get to her room because I'm that delusional.
I used to keep track of how many times she woke up. But, I stopped doing that just so I'd be slightly less irritated. [Thats right, sometimes moms get irritated with their cute little, precious babies. I know. GASP.]
We'll pray the sleeping fairies dump a whole load of sleep dust on these parts. mmmK?
Thanks for your sweet comments on yesterday's post about our new little play 'area/corner'. You're too kind.