Monthly Archive for October, 2008

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Claire-isms: The Rainbone & Natkim Edition

If you check out the Claire-ism Category, you’ll be able to read about some of the words, concepts, and phrases that only a toddler or preschooler can create.  I love discovering how little kids’ minds work!

Over the last couple weeks, Claire has shared four more Claire-isms with us, that I just have to share!

“Rainbone”

Claire loves rainbows.  She loves pictures of them, photos of them and pointing them out in real life.  They are, however, pronounced “Rainbones,” just so you know.

“Getting your attention”

The other day, Claire did something naughty.  It was one of those days that involved many trips to the time-out corner.  So, to disarm her, and for something new, I picked her up by her ankles and took her to the time-out corner upside down.  She was most perplexed and wanted to know why I’d done that.

“Why did you do that, Momma!?  Why did you pick me up and carry me upside down?” she asked after the time-out timer went off.

“Well, I had to get your attention.”

“No!  Don’t take it!  You can’t have it!”

“Don’t take what?”

“My attention!  You can’t have it!  It’s mine!!”

:)

“Attack of the peanut butter”

Claire and I are eating lunch.  Claire has decided to open up her peanut butter sandwich and poke holes all over the insides.  All of a sudden, she starts yelling, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!  Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!”

“What?” I ask.

“Aaaaahhhhh!  The peanut butter keeps attacking my fingers!”

Which brings us to the last one in this edition…

“Natkim”

“Momma, may I please have a natkim?  The peanut butter attacked my fingers, and I need to wipe it off.”

So, we have the ask-politely-for-a-napkin figured out, but we need to work on the ripping-apart-of-the-sandwich-and-poking-at-the-innards part.  :)

Three Random Letters, Filed

Letter #1 – Filed under: You Can’t Scare Us Away That Easily

Dear Saturday Dinner Hosts,

Thank you so much for having us over to your place for dinner on Saturday night!  We had a fabulous time, and it was great to spend the evening with such fun-loving people.  We all had such a great time, and Claire is still begging to see you guys again…soon!

Again, thanks for the hospitality, and we’ll definitely have to do it again sometime…of course, we’ll be sure to sweep the place for broken glass and razor blades before the festivities begin.  ;)

Still wondering where you keep the thumbtacks,

Momma, Daddy & Claire

Letter #2 – Filed under:  Positive Reinforcement Is The Key

Dear Claire,

Rather than talk about what happened on Tuesday, I want to remember what happened on Wednesday.  That was the day you said, “Momma!  I’m so proud!!  I didn’t hit you or kick you or pinch you today!”

And, I said, “I know!  That’s awesome!  I’m so proud of you, too!”

Always keeping my chin up (but working on my self-defense moves),

Momma

Letter #3 – Filed Under: Toddlers Aren’t The Only Ones Who Make Up Words

Dear Daddy,

I love the lively, playful banter you and I have in the car.  I especially love it when you make up words.  Claire will be the only one in her Young Preschoolers Class to explain to the teacher that the word angervate is a combination of the word ‘anger’ and ‘aggravate.’

And, you’re right.  Of course I do things to angervate you on purpose.  I mean, how boring would life be if I didn’t?  ;)

Love you bunches even if you are the only one who can’t get the garage door opener in my car to work properly,

Momma

Autumn Shadow Portrait 2008

The Shadow Portrait is back in the header!  (If you read this in a FeedReader, go check it out!)

This last Friday, we were able to play outside in the gorgeous weather and take pictures of the fall leaves in the backyard.  Daddy had the day off from work and was working on landscaping, and Claire and I were having a great time helping him and playing hide-and-seek.  It was a wonderfully warm, fall day.

As the sun got to the right angle, Daddy took a break, and we wandered around the yard playing with our shadows, trying to capture the wonderful autumn colors and our shadows in the same frame.

The key to getting a good shadow portrait is to just keep clicking the camera and sort them out when you have a chance to sit down at the computer.  You never know which ones will look the best or capture the message you’re trying to convey.

I got a lot of good shots, and as I looked at all the photos, one just leapt off the screen.

Click to enlarge: Autumn Shadow Portrait 2008

Click to enlarge: Autumn Shadow Portrait 2008

Normally, I try to hide the shadow of the camera in The Shadow Portrait, and those pictures rarely make the cut.  But, this one spoke to me.  This shadow portrait captures exactly how I feel when I write.  I try to capture bits and pieces of our lives and record them.  I don’t want to forget the details.  The everyday details are an integral part of everything.  They make up our lives, but they are easily lost in the passage of time.

How can something so important at the time be forgotten?  It’s because the tiny details are no match for the big picture.  Many times, something happens, and I have the urge to write it down.  Then, I’ll think to myself, “Okay…I’ll write about this…but how could I ever forget this!?”

But I do.  Often times, I look through the archives of the things I’ve written and the memories come flooding back to me.

It just solidifies in my mind that I won’t remember these things on my own.  I need to record this.  I don’t want to forget the details.

That’s what this picture represents to me.

This picture, which was just a random moment, shows a typical shot of the three of us.  I’m the recorder of the details (this time, my tool is the camera…and now my writing…).  If you could hear what was going on when the camera captured this image, you’d hear the three of us laughing.  You can see the interaction between Claire and Daddy.  She’s showing him a stick that she’s found, and he’s answering all of her questions about it and the world around her.  In fact, just after I snapped this photo, she bent down and asked us both why the reddish plants in the picture are called Dragon’s Blood.  How did the Dragon get hurt, and why did he bleed all over the plants, and where is he now?

This picture is so us, and I love it.

I don’t ever want to forget the moment we had playing in the leaves, exploring all the colors of autumn, and explaining that no Dragons were harmed in our backyard.  And, now, I won’t.

In case you missed it…

Because I’m not posting on the weekends, I’m using this opportunity to post the writing piece I had featured at The Denver Post’s Parenting Blog, Mile High Mamas.  It was published on Tuesday, October 14, 2008 and you can read about that here.

Here it is in its entirety:

    Learning Curve
    by Momma, The Casual Perfectionist

Just like the name of her blog, The Casual Perfectionist, Momma is an admitted perfectionist, but she’s trying to be casual about it. She and her husband have a little girl named Claire, who will be 3-yrs old at the end of November. Momma is a firm believer in the fact that if you haven’t laughed really hard today, you weren’t really paying attention.

Any parent will tell you that parenthood is full of surprises. There are joys and challenges. For me, as a perfectionist, I knew what a lot of those things would be going into this project. I studied enough books and various forms of information on the subject to complete a Master’s Degree in it. I gleaned as much knowledge as I could from friends and family members who had been there. And, I’m just enough of a perfectionist to know that I’d have to jump in with both feet, not look back, and go with the flow.

(Apparently my Master’s Degree came with a concentration in Cliché Usage.)

I couldn’t wait to experience the challenges and see if I could handle them.

There were the obvious challenges ranging from “how to maintain an adult conversation after having only two hours of sleep” to “how to take a relaxing shower when you’re home by yourself with the baby” to “how to carry a baby in a car-seat-carrier and the groceries at the same time” to “figuring out the best way to maneuver over kiddie gates without tripping yourself.”

But hidden beneath the surface are the things that you don’t read about; the things that make you question whether you’re cut out for this kind of work; the things that you only discuss with your best girlfriends, in a hushed voice, and you only talk about them if someone else brings it up first. These are the things that make you wonder if anyone can ever take away your real college degree, because there’s obviously been some kind of mistake.

There’s the morning at 3 a.m. when your wonderful just-a-few-days-old newborn is screaming her fool head off and you can’t figure out how to make the fancy swaddling cloth (complete with handy Velcro tabs!) work. The baby on the package looked so happy. You had laughed out loud at the fact that there were detailed instructions on how to use it. Who needs detailed instructions!? It’s so obvious…in the light of day…with a baby that isn’t thrashing around. And, will you ever learn how to concentrate in the midst of all the screaming?

There’s the afternoon you took apart the car-seat because you wanted to wash the cover and then took a good 30 minutes trying to figure out how to get the cover back on. The straps go where? Where does this metal piece go? Why is there an extra piece?

But, as with anything, things start to go smoothly, and all the challenges of the past fade away. You learn how to use the fancy swaddler and you pride yourself for being able to do it in the dark with your eyes closed. You’re a pro at installing, uninstalling, and taking apart the car-seat…and getting all the pieces right the first time. There’s the day you finally figured out how to open the kiddie gate at the top of the stairs without having to yank on it a couple times. Gone are the days of startling yourself as the kitchen cupboard door snaps back, being held securely in place by the kiddie latches you should know are there, because you installed them.

The only constant is change, and the swirling waters of parenthood are never stagnant.

Just as you get a confident footing, you’re faced with new challenges that you didn’t even know existed.

I’m in the middle of one of those now.

My nemesis? The blue race-car cart at the grocery store.

You know the one: the fancy cart with the faux steering wheels. It looks like a race-car, but it’s a grocery cart. The kiddo gets to go for a fun ride in a race-car, and Momma gets to shop.

It’s a win-win…right?

Wrong.

It took me about 30-seconds to realize I’d met my match.

Only, now the stakes are higher and the game has changed. Before, my foolishness was only evident to myself or my baby girl, because the game was played in the privacy of my own home. Now, the general population and my very vocal preschooler know that Momma is incapable of pushing a race-car cart properly.

“Momma! Don’t bump into that! That’s not good, Momma.”

“Thanks, Claire. I know. Momma is havin’ troubles getting this thing to go where it’s supposed to go.”

Who designed these things? Am I doing something wrong? By the time I get the monstrosity moving, I need to negotiate some kind of turn, which is practically impossible. They don’t turn the way you think they need to turn, and they certainly don’t go in a straight line. They stick out in weird places. And, if that’s not inconvenient enough, you can’t actually reach the basket from the handle-bar, so you have to walk all around the semi trailer-sized cart to put your groceries in it.

But, Claire loves it. She loves steering. She loves the novelty of it. She begs to ride in one, so I use this to my advantage. The odds of having a tantrum-free experience at the store are greater when the race-car is involved. So, in that regard, it makes the grocery shopping experience somewhat enjoyable…if you can overlook all of the near misses and apologizing to unsuspecting shoppers.

“Oh my gosh…I’m so sorry!” I say to another mother, her baby babbling away in front of a normal, wonderfully easy to maneuver, but boring cart. They are now trapped in an aisle because I can’t move my race-car. “This is so hard to move! Who knew?? It just does not want to go where I want it to go…” I say with the biggest apologetic tone I can muster through my laughter.

Because, really…if you can’t laugh, you lose.

“It’s okay,” she says smiling. “My little girl hasn’t noticed those yet.”

“Be thankful for that,” I say, longing for the day when Claire was oblivious to their charms. “Be very thankful for that. Avoid them as long as you can!” I call over my shoulder, having finally gotten my race-car to go where I wanted it to and without hitting anyone.

So, what’s the learning curve on the blue race-car cart? Will Claire be too big to ride in them by the time I figure out how to do it? Avoiding them is not an option at this point. She’s had a taste of what it’s like to ride in one, and there’s no going back.

I could convince her that it’s her fault that we keep running into things…I mean, she IS the one with the steering wheel. But, that would be wrong. Right? ;)

And, the part of me that likes to jump ahead and see what’s next is really curious as to what our next joy or challenge will be. But, don’t tell me. I want to be surprised.

The Shrinking Ladybug Sweater Set

Before Claire was born, one of my hubby’s cousins knitted a sweater set for her. By the time Auntie M was done with it, it became a very limited edition, because of the complexity of it. In fact, I think we own the only set! I’m not a knitter, so I can only imagine how tricky a pattern like this is.

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Cute as a Lady Bug Button

Cute as a Ladybug Button

Lady Bugs on the sweater and the hat

Ladybugs on the sweater and the hat

It’s beautiful.
It really is a work of art.

In January of 2007, Claire was finally big enough to wear it. It was still a little big on her, but we got some great pictures.

Lady Bug Sweater Set

Ladybug Sweater Set

Well, I’m happy to report that it still fits! I think this may be the last season for it, though.

When photo shoots go wrong…

When photo shoots go wrong…

Take Two!

Take Two!

Isn’t it amazing how much she’s grown!? Or, is that sweater set shrinking? Surely that’s gotta be it… ;)

101 Things About Me

The original list was completed in September 2007.  The only constant is change, so I’ve revisited the list. I’ve updated the list and made it current.  Some you’ve seen before, and some are new. So, without further ado, here is the current (as of October 2008) list!

A List of 101 Things about The Casual Perfectionist:

1. I’m a real stickler for details, but I’m trying to be calm about it. (See the name of my blog.)

2. I love being in charge, but I also like surprises.

3. It’s a good thing I like contradictions, too.

4. My favorite number is the number 4. There were four children in my family. I won 4th place in the Spelling Bee in Sixth Grade (out of our whole district). I graduated 4th in my class from High School. My birth date is the 4th.

5. Speaking of my birth date, it’s the only command of the year. March forth! Get it?

6. I’m the Momma. I love being the Momma.

7. My little girl is going to be three at the end of November, and although she’s keeping me young, I sometimes feel very old.

8. I chose to wait until my 30s to have a child, so feeling old is my own fault.

9. Looking back, I’d rather have the patience of my 30s than the energy of my 20s when dealing with a newborn or a toddler.

10. I love to travel and explore new destinations.

11. 11:11 make a wish! I wanted to get married on November 11th, but the Court House was closed, due to the Veterans’ Day holiday. So, we ‘eloped’ on the 15th instead. Technically, it wasn’t a true elopement, because it wasn’t a secret. We didn’t have a traditional wedding, but we did have a reception later.

12. My hubby and I have been in twelve weddings, between the both of us. I’ve been in eight, and he’s been in four. We wanted something a little less traditional for our own wedding, and we got it.

13. The number 13 has never really been an unlucky number for me, and I don’t really consider myself to be superstitious. (Knock on wood)

14. I love getting pictures of my friends’ kids and my nephews in email and snail mail, but we don’t have a lot of pictures out on display.

15. The number of pictures we have on our walls should be no indication of how much we care about our friends and relatives.

16. My hubby didn’t want me to put any pictures of people out, so we compromised and just have a few pictures of Claire in our hallway.

17. I cheated and have two framed pictures of our kitties in my office. Technically, they aren’t people.

18. They were my babies before I had Claire. They will always be my babies. People with pets understand that. People without pets don’t.

19. I wish everything on my list could flow nicely, but sometimes life doesn’t have a segue.

20. Lavender is one of my favorite colors. It’s actually in a tie with cobalt blue.

21. I love my wedding ring. The middle stone is a diamond, and there is an aquamarine on either side. I don’t have a separate wedding band or solitaire. It stands for the past-present-future. My hubby’s birthstone is the diamond, and the aquamarines are my birthstone. They symbolize faithfulness. They also are rumored to ward off poison.

22. I’ve never been poisoned, so they must work.

23. I love the number 23. Have you ever read the Principia Discordia? I totally dug this tome in college and got hooked on the number 23. I even have a copy in my box of treasures. Hail Eris! ;) The number 23 is not nearly as malicious as the recent movie The Number 23 would have you believe, but once you read the Principia Discordia (or see the totally unrelated movie), you will see the number 23 everywhere. (cue spooky music here.)

24. I love my Mother’s Ring. My hubby got it for my very first Mother’s Day. It has Claire’s birthstone in the middle and mine and his on either side. It makes me happy every time I look at it, and I wear it every day.

25. As I mentioned, there are four children in my family. I’m the oldest. I tend to be a bossy know-it-all. I’m not sure if this is because I’m the oldest of four or if it’s purely coincidental.

26. Sometimes I believe in coincidences, and sometimes I don’t.

27. I like to know what the rules are. I also love setting the rules. Sometimes, the rules I’m asked to follow are silly. Or, maybe they’re just misunderstood. Surely there’s a good reason for the rules. Or, maybe not.

28. I’m also a very independent thinker.

29. I refuse to register for one single political party. I’m Officially Unaffiliated, and I’m a Registered Independent.

30. I usually vote for the democrats. Not because they are democrats, but because they aren’t republicans. Just kidding. Maybe.

31. No offense to democrats, republicans, or anyone else.

32. I’m not easily offended, so I tend to be rather blunt at times.

33. I’m 34…and a half.

34. My hubby is 35.

35. We are both hovering around The Mid-Thirties. Being categorized as belonging to a new bracket on the age-chart is always an interesting thing. I handle it better than my hubby does.

36. I am very open-minded when it comes to most things.

37. I will stand up for what I believe in.

38. But I’m also very good at choosing my battles.

39. My hubby had longer hair than I did when we first met.  And, he still does.  I’ve had shorter hair and longer hair, and now I’m in a shorter phase again.

41. I have naturally red hair. The only coloring I’ve had done is some highlights to detract from the gray.

42. Previous to meeting my hubby, one of my ex-boyfriend’s roommates accidentally set my head on fire. I was terrified, but wasn’t injured. The flames didn’t burn my scalp, but my attempt at growing my hair longer was ruined.

43. Thankfully, I remembered “Stop, Drop, and Roll,” and my head didn’t catch the drapes on fire!

44. Surprisingly, being set on fire hasn’t had any lasting effects on me. Luckily, I still love sitting around a campfire at night.

45. Sometimes I marvel at the seemingly random way we meet the most important people in our lives.

46. I’m so glad my hubby and I found each other, and I’m glad I said yes. To everything.

47. I had a miscarriage a couple months before getting pregnant with Claire. That has been the hardest thing I’ve gone through. So far.

48. My hubby still has long hair, and he wears it in a ponytail. I’ve always been a sucker for men with long hair.

49. Oddly enough, I also find bald men very attractive.

50. I actually had a crush on Skinner from The X-Files.

51. The X-Files is one of my absolute favorite shows.

52. I also loved Sex and the City and Six Feet Under.

53. I love going to the dentist.

54. I’ve never had a cavity.

55. I love playing in the pool more than I like “swimming,” but I still say I love swimming.

56. I’m a good swimmer, but the deep-end still makes me nervous.

57. I accidentally broke my swim teacher’s nose when she told me to jump right in front of her. I miscalculated and jumped right on her. I’m still not sure why she didn’t move.

58. I still remember jumping off the high-dive when I was in Swimming Lessons. I was so proud of myself.

59. I can’t wait to take Claire to swimming lessons.

60. I used to babysit a lot, and most of those “kids” are in their mid-20s now! That really makes me feel old.

61. I was eight years old when my baby brother was born.

62. I was almost three when my first sister was born, and I was almost five when my second sister was born.

63. I hated being the “responsible” one.

64. They all knew exactly what buttons to push to get me in trouble.

65. And, I was plenty capable of getting in trouble all on my own.

66. Despite that, I really was a “good girl” growing up.

67. I remember being very jealous when my sister was born.

68. I remember feeling very motherly when my brother was born.

69. I don’t really remember what I felt when my middle sister was born. I was good at being a big sister by then.

70. I moved away from home and left them all behind.

71. We’re much closer now, even though I live in a different state.

72. We hardly ever fight anymore, and we used to fight constantly.

73. I’m not sure how my parents remained sane. Or, have they?

74. I was born in 1974. Every time I see the number 74, I think of that.

75. I still remember the day my brother spit green Kool-Aid on my face and in my hair. He’d puffed out his cheeks, and I thought he was kidding about there being something in there. I squished them together and he spit it all over me. I guess I learned my lesson. I’ve never squished anyone’s puffed out cheeks since then.

76. “Seventy-six trombones led the big parade!” Sorry…every time I see the number 76, that song gets stuck in my head.

77. I still remember the day my baby brother got stung on the head by a bumble bee. He was three, and I was supposed to be watching him. He was in the garage and I was riding my bike in the driveway. I was watching him. I saw him swatting at something, and then I saw him crying. I got in so much trouble that day. He learned not to swat at bumble bees.

78. I remember the day he dangled a fake spider on my face as I was sleeping in the top bunk of our bunk beds. I screamed. He got in so much trouble that day.

79. I have a massive fear of spiders, to this day. It’s not debilitating, but it’s powerful.

80. I used to work with someone from Sweden, and she didn’t believe in killing spiders. She said in her country they say that if you kill a spider, it will rain. I remember telling her, “We’re in the middle of a drought! We really need the rain,” as I smacked a small spider by my desk.

81. Normally, I try my hardest not to hurt other creatures. It’s unfortunate for Spiders that they aren’t included in my definition of worthy creatures.

82. I collect maps and have five of them on the walls of my office right now, but I have even more maps hidden in my box of treasures. The exact number is unknown.

83. My two sisters and I shared a room. We had a bunk bed and a third bed in there.

84. My baby brother got to have his own room because he was the only boy.

85. My baby brother got to have a lot of things because he was the only boy.

86. Part of me felt like my dad blamed me for being a girl, and that being a girl was a bad thing.

87. Luckily, I never let those feelings dictate who I became.

88. I still remember the day my brother fell off the swing-set and hit his head so hard he had amnesia. Luckily, I didn’t get in trouble that time. I remember remaining calm until my parents got home. I remember the details of that day so vividly. I remember the physics homework I was working on, and everything. He still had some of his long-term memory, but his short term memory was messed up for a few days, and he didn’t remember the whole past year. He later regained his memory, but it was months later.

89. Speaking of Physics, I was the only girl in my Advanced Physics class in High School.

90. I excelled in all subjects, but all the aptitude “What Should You Be When You Grow Up” tests all pointed me in the direction of a career in science. It was ranked slightly higher than writing.

91. I refused to listen and went into Spanish and Social Work instead.

92. I graduated from High School in 1992. Every time I see that number, I remember what it felt like to have graduated and how nervous and excited I was for college.

93. I sometimes wonder how my life would be different had I become a scientist.

94. I have a feeling it wouldn’t matter. It’s not like I’m a social worker anymore anyway. Well, I don’t hold the title officially, but a day doesn’t go by where I’m not someone’s counselor, on one level or another.

95. I’ve also been a Corporate Drone, Adventure Vacation Travel Agent, and Sales Director…and have lived to tell about it.

96. I graduated from college in 1996. Every time I see the number 96, I remember wondering what I would do after graduation in “the real world.”

97. I am glad to have gotten more in touch with my inner Writer via this blog. My inner Scientist loves reading Popular Mechanics and watching Mythbusters.

98. I’m a firm believer in getting a college education. There are so many things to learn from the college experience, and some of the most important don’t actually happen within the walls of a classroom.

99. I paid for my entire college education myself. Luckily, I had a lot of scholarships. I worked hard in High School so that I could get the scholarships to make my college education possible. I went to a very expensive Private College, and yet, I was fortunate to have a relatively low college loan.

100. No matter how small the college loan, it can be challenging to pay off. The day I wrote the final check was the date I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders.

101. I love writing lists. I love checking off items even more.

102. Did you notice that I purposely skipped #40 for absolutely no other reason than to see if you were paying attention?  ;)

And with that…we’re done!

I can’t believe you’ve made it to the end of my list! And, I can’t believe I haven’t even scratched the surface of what it means to be me.

Blog Action Day: Play the Free Rice Game & Feed a Hungry Person

As you can see by the banner, today is Blog Action Day, and this year, the topic of discussion is Poverty.

For a week or so now, I’ve been tossing around ideas as to how I could participate in this call to action in the blogging world. To be honest, I’d see this on my To Do List, and I’d sigh and then move on to something else. Poverty isn’t a happy subject. This coupled with the uncertainty in the market right now created thoughts I didn’t want to face…I mean, I don’t have any answers. I don’t want to focus on the negatives. I want to use my energy for other things.

But, I said I’d participate, and I’m a writer of my word (Totally accidental pun alert…ha!), so I sat down last night and decided to type “poverty” into Google and see what came up. Google always has the answers. Always. Surely something would catch my eye and I’d be able to take this whole fighting poverty issue in a positive direction.

It only took about 10 seconds for my brain to start clicking. I caught images and flickers of words here and there. Poverty. Hunger. Feed the hungry.

And, at that instant I knew what I would write. I knew how to focus on the positive and still address something negative.

Play the Free Rice Game to the rescue! Why hadn’t I thought of this before??

I showcased this game almost a year ago. For a while, I was totally hooked on this fun and challenging game.  Eventually, my interest waned.  I’d play it every now and then, but to be honest, it eventually slipped my mind, and I’d forgotten all about it. I’d said I would try to add a link to it on the sidebar of my blog, but I’d never gotten around to it.

Well, it’s there now, and it looks like this:

Help end world hunger

If you’re interested in adding this to your own blog, go to this link to check out the different banners.

Poverty and all the issues that stem from it are very real and affect all of us, in one way or another. Playing this game is an ingenious way to work toward a solution. It’s fun. It’s easy. It’s really working.

So, if you haven’t done so, check it out! Or, if you used to play but have stopped, go back! Play a round or two. Or, if you already play, great! Every little bit helps, and we’re all in this together.

Now, I’m off to try to beat my score and feed a hungry person in the process. Wanna join me?

Learning Curve

Today, I’m a Contributing Writer over at Mile High Mamas, which is the parenting blog for The Denver Post!

I’m really excited about this opportunity! So, feel free to mosey on over there and check it out! And, if you do, please leave a comment! I’d love to hear from you!

Here’s a sneak peek of the writing piece:

Learning Curve
By Momma, The Casual Perfectionist
As Featured at Mile High Mamas

Just like the name of her blog, The Casual Perfectionist, Momma is an admitted perfectionist, but she’s trying to be casual about it. She and her husband have a little girl named Claire, who will be 3-yrs old at the end of November. Momma is a firm believer in the fact that if you haven’t laughed really hard today, you weren’t really paying attention.

Any parent will tell you that parenthood is full of surprises. There are joys and challenges. For me, as a perfectionist, I knew what a lot of those things would be going into this project. I studied enough books and various forms of information on the subject to complete a Master’s Degree in it. I gleaned as much knowledge as I could from friends and family members who had been there. And, I’m just enough of a perfectionist to know that I’d have to jump in with both feet, not look back, and go with the flow.

(Apparently my Master’s Degree came with a concentration in Cliché Usage.)

I couldn’t wait to experience the challenges and see if I could handle them.

There were the obvious challenges ranging from “how to maintain an adult conversation after having only two hours of sleep” to “how to take a relaxing shower when you’re home by yourself with the baby” to “how to carry a baby in a car-seat-carrier and the groceries at the same time” to “figuring out the best way to maneuver over kiddie gates without tripping yourself.”

But hidden beneath the surface are the things that you don’t read about; the things that make you question whether you’re cut out for this kind of work; the things that you only discuss with your best girlfriends, in a hushed voice, and you only talk about them if someone else brings it up first. These are the things that make you wonder if anyone can ever take away your real college degree, because there’s obviously been some kind of mistake.

There’s the morning at 3 a.m. when READ ON…

Is this the party to whom I am speaking?

On Friday, Claire and I had a couple of friends over for a playdate.  Claire and Heath love playing together, and his mom and I have a great time chatting.

Our house is childproofed (but they keep getting in!  HA!  Just kidding…).  All the outlets are covered.  There are latches on the cupboards.  There’s a gate at the top of the stairs.  All the breakables are out of reach.  Claire knows she’s not supposed to play behind my desk, so I don’t even have to put the gate up around it anymore.  But, whenever we have guests, I put the gate up as a deterrent.

Heath’s mom and I are in the kitchen chatting.  Claire and Heath are playing in her room…or in the office…or somewhere in that vicinity.  Everything is going very well.

The phone rings.

We’ve been getting a lot of political calls, from all sides, considering we’re Registered Independents.

I sigh and roll my eyes…and then I hear the Caller ID start to say our local area code.  Yes, our Caller ID talks out loud.  I LOVE it.  It’s such a lazy feature.

Most of the political calls come from toll-free area codes, so my interest is piqued.  Maybe this is an important call after all?  Before the automated voice can even say the rest of the number, I walk over to the phone and look at the display.

I can’t believe my eyes, one hand automatically reaching for the phone as the other feels my pocket for my cell phone.  I immediately yell, “Oh NO!  That’s IT!” and startle my friend half-to-death.  She can only imagine why I’m yelling out loud at the phone.

I grab the phone, spin around and say, “It’s my cell phone!  The call is coming from inside the house!” and I do my best horror movie damsel-in-distress look.  We can’t help but laugh as we bolt down the hallway as fast as we can.

We run to the office, and sure enough, a very guilty-looking Heath is standing behind my desk holding my cell phone.  His partner in crime is sitting in my office chair playing with my keyboard.  The gate I’d put up to protect my desk was very painstakingly and skillfully moved out of the way.

Both Claire and Heath were shocked to see us, and they started to scramble.  But, it was too late.  They’d been caught.

I immediately grab the cell phone and end the call.  I look through the call history to see if he’s made any other calls, but everything appears to be fine.  I could picture it now.  “Hi, Customer Service?  Honestly, I never meant to call Ireland.  Is there any way I could get that call refunded?”  ;)

Both little criminals were immediately sentenced to separate time-out corners.  After serving their time, they were released upon their on recognizance, and behaved for the rest of the playdate.

And, for the rest of the day, I kept my cell phone safely in my pocket.  I’d laugh to myself as the image of my own number popping up on the Caller ID jumped into my head.  I mean, I know I talk to myself a lot, but that was taking it a bit farther than I anticipated.  :)

Puh-choob

“Hey, Momma?”

“Yes, Claire?”

“Do you know what a Puh-choob is?”

“No…what’s a Puh-choob?”  I ask.  She makes up words all the time, and I’m always fascinated when I can get a glimpse inside the imagination of someone who isn’t quite 3-yrs. old yet.

“A Puh-choob is when you sneeze on somebody’s face.  Usually?  Usually?  Usually, you sneeze on their face on ACCIDENT.  You say, ‘Puh-CHOOB!’  and, then you say, ‘SORRY!’  And, then you scrub and scrub and scrub and wipe and wipe and wipe their face off…like this,” she explains with great enthusiasm while mimicking what it would be like to have a Puh-choob scrubbed and wiped off of her own face.

“Oh no!  Is a Puh-choob only if you sneeze on someone’s face?  What if you sneeze on someone’s something else…like on someone’s arm?  What would you call that?”  I’m trying really hard not to laugh.  I mean, where does she come up with this stuff??

“No, Momma…that’s not a Puh-choob.  That’s just a sneeze.”

“Oh…okay.”

“And then?  And then?” she adds excitedly.

“What…?”  What else could there possibly be?

“And then you say, ‘Gesundheit!’”

Obviously.

And, now you know the proper procedure for handling a Puh-choob.
Just so you know.

;)