Category Archives: growing up

I’m going to go Bat Shit CRAZY!

You’ve heard that joke “no dating till you’re 30” right?

Well, it’s official…I am not going to let my daughter leave the house, let alone date, until she’s thirty! Have you guys seen the stuff that’s going on in the world today for tween/teen girls? It’s scaring the crap out of me!

Just this week alone I have seen/heard about 5 different stories/articles that make me want to send Rylee to a convent before she turns 5. {That’s no big deal right? Back in the day, girls were becoming nuns at very young ages. A lot of them even became saints.} Allow me to explain…

1. This all started Sunday morning as I was sitting in my kitchen looking through the Sunday ads and I came across this Sears ad…
Really Sears? This is how you are marketing to “Juniors”? I’m guessing it’s all 20% OFF because there seems to be 20% less clothing that when I was a teenager. I’m sorry, but when Rylee is old enough to be shopping in the “Juniors” section, she will NOT be wearing shirts like that. No way. No how. Last time I had checked, Sears was the place to go and buy Craftsman tools, appliances and lawnmowers and where my grandma bought bed linens and towels. Sears was not a place to go buy provocative clothing for teenagers.
2. I hear from another blogging mama about how she has a friend who’s 9 year old daughter went in to her doctor for a routine check-up and was given a pregnancy test because apparently there have been recent instances where 9 year olds have been pregnant. My jaw about hit.the.ground. Are you kidding me!? Pregnant 9 year olds? Oh yes, it’s true. In February a 9 year old in China gave birth to a baby boy. While I’m sure she did not get pregnant on her own free will, the alternative is certainly not any better. And if there was no foul play afoot here…holy moly. Kids are learning about sex younger and younger. I remember in the 5th grade how boys went to one class and girls went to another and we were shown a slide show on the changes bodies go through, then given a free sample of deodorant. Gone are those days, eh?
3. Then I happened to see this article about how “XOXO makes teens look like they want more than hugs and kisses.” At this point, my blood was boiling. As a woman and mom in the marketing/advertising industry I am simultaneously disturbed and disgusted. The author of the article goes on to say how she got in contact with the ad firm that developed the campaign for XOXO and quotes the Senior Director of the firm as saying “XOXO is the brand every boyfriend wants their girlfriend to wear” {I’m sure it is} The author was told that the target demographic for this clothing is 21 to 28 year olds. So, with a little quick math (impressive, I know) I figured out that age demographic is…me. Last time I checked I don’t know any 21 to 28 year olds that dress like that or shop in the Juniors section at department stores. Maybe it’s because I’m not into the party scene. Maybe it’s because I’m a mom. Maybe it’s because I have a professional career. Who knows. What I do know is that XOXO’s “back to school” campaign is targeting a much younger wider age range. I think they know it too.
4. I happened to read a blog post from another fellow mom-blogger about how she was buying her daughter a training bra at Kohl’s and right next to the training bras were barely-there skivvies in sizes built for wee ones. Now, I remember my first pair of thong underwear…I was a Freshman in high school if I remember correctly. But there was nothing “sexy” about them. There were for utility purposes only, ie: no panty lines under my homecoming dress. The chonies this lady saw right next to the training bras built for 10-12 year olds were lacy and skimpy and ambroidered and be-jeweled and most definitely not for utility purposes only. These things sound like the undies I received as gifts at my bachelorette party. Certainly nothing I want my tween-age daughter wearing!
5. This last one sent me over the edge. I subscribe to some parenting e-mails and I received one that had a link to this article about a dance studio in Canada that offers pole dancing classes to…kids. As young as 5 years old. Say WHAT!?  The owner of the studio is actually quoted in the article saying how much kids love the pole and it’s hard to get them off of it because they are such “naturals”.  Like the author says in her article…even if the kids themselves don’t associate the pole with something sexual, I really don’t want to get the call from my kid’s teacher telling me that during recess, she was showing all of her classmates the newest dance moves she learned!
I don’t necessarily consider myself a prude by any means. Sometimes I wear certain outfits because they make my boobs look good. I wear bikinis {read: I used to wear bikinis, before I got the “mom-gut”}. I remember in high school when I thought I was being so scandalous wearing ::GASP!:: a halter top (that completely covered my belly and was not low-cut in any way, shape or form).
Personally, I think I have a cute kid (I know, I’m biased). I think know I’ll be in trouble when she’s a teenager. I don’t need hooker-type clothing and pole dancing lessons helping that out. Thinking about Ry becoming a teenager might just send me over the edge.
All this stuff? Freaks me out.
What do you think? Am I being too protective? Sensitive? Worrying too much? To quote my middle school self…Should I just take a chill-pill? Any great words of advice or encouragement to help tide me over for the next 10 to 15 years?
Please?

Growing Up Sucks…but in a good way. Really.

Well, another 4th of July is on the books. As I was driving home at 10:00 PM, leaving the party early because Ry was ready to go home, I couldn’t help but think about how my 4th of July’s used to be. I’ve been going out to the Clark’s Independence Day bash for a while now…well, as long as Andy and I have been together, so this would be my ninth year (except for the 1 year I was down in Cali)…so 8 years in all.

Ever since Rylee was born, it’s just been…well, different. Gone are the days of watching the fireworks until 1 in the morning, then staying up until 3 AM playing board games with friends. Not only does Ry need to get to bed, but I don’t think I’d even be able to make it until 3! Our friends who used to come every year have moved away or moved on. It’s amazing how things change as we get older. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss how the 4th of July’s used to be. I miss all of our friends being together, staying up late, laughing, retelling the same of stories again and again (and again).

But, at the same time, I love the day I had with my family today. Playing with Rylee on the teeter-totter, seeing her face drip with watermelon juice, watching her and her “Buddy!” pick up rocks from the driveway and toss them into the dog dish full of water, watching them chase each other around or holding hands, spending time with the “extended family”, reapplying sunscreen, watching Ry “brush it off” after her ump-teenth crash-and-burn. And quite possibly, best of all?…rocking her to sleep (because I never get to do that anymore).

Also, I must add a side-note. I had one of the BEST proud mama-moments yet…a non-biased 3rd party person commented on how cute of a TOM BOY Rylee is! Sa-WEET! Score one for the mama! That’s right…I don’t have a froo-froo little girly-girl…just ask the lady at the party…now if I only knew who she was…

I have been known to be a stick-in-the-mud-LER about Ry’s bedtime schedule, but this year, I eased up a bit and she got to experience fireworks for the first time! That only actually lasted about 10 minutes before she was ready to go, but hey, baby steps. She did however, totally dig the sparklers…

It’s hard to believe this was two years ago…

Post summary: Different in a good way.

A Range of Emotions!

Get Ready. You’ll Laugh. You’ll Cry. You’ll get a good sense of all the emotions I felt the day my best friend got married.

It was a beautiful day. I cannot wait to see all of the pictures. Rylee was great all through the ceremony (I was imagining her yelling “HI MOM!” the moment she saw me). At the reception Ry was cuttin’ a rug! cue video #1…(side note, the audio on this video SUCKS!)

Please tell me you notice the finger-pointing whilst dancing!

The photgrapher and DJ put together this really great presentation that they played toward the end of the reception. A-Mazing! I bawled throughout the entire thing! For the record I only teared up a few times the whole day: 1-When Julia sobbed the whole way down the aisle with her dad, then MY dad started tearing up! 2-During the Father-Daughter dance and 3-this video presentation! Cue video #2…(turn the volume UP on this one…)

Did I mention I cried when I watched it? And every single time I have watched it since. It was such a beautiful day and SO.MUCH.FUN. In fact, my calves and abs are STILL sore from all of the dancing.

Note to my B: Thank you oh-so much for allowing me to be such an integral part of your and Spencer’s special day. You were beautiful. Spencer was handsome. The day was perfect.  And I meant what I said in my toast…I am really looking forward to the next 25 years of friendship, our families growing together and adding many more pages to our already long list of memories! I love you Blonde Sister.

$H!T! I mean CRAP! I mean…oh eff it!

I have not been known to have the most lady-like of mouths. Actually, there’s times when I have  down-right foul language. There. I said it. And if ya don’t know, now ya know. However, around my chatter box little 2 year old, I really try and watch what I say. Honest.

It seems like there is this “magical”, instantaneous moment when, as a parent, you go from trying to get your kid to say something to trying to get them to NOT say something! For months, maybe years, you try and coach your kid. Say Dog. Say Awesome. Say Pepsi. Sometimes they cooperates, other times? Not so much. Then, just when you think they’re not listening, you playfully tell your husband to “Shut up”. It’s like a bell goes off and your kid hops up and says “Shuyup. Shuyup. Shuyup.” Over and over and over again. All evening long. Then they get creative and say “Shuyup Daddy.” “Shuyup Mom.” “Shuyup Dante.” Then it’s bedtime and you figure, oh, they’ll forget by morning. Then morning rolls around and it seems within minutes of your wonderful, prefect little child awakening from a blissful slumber, you hear “Shuyup. Shuyup. Shuyup.” (why is it always in threes?)

Of course, the aforementioned story is not actually theoretical. By kid/they, I mean Rylee and by a parent/you, I mean me. And, I must also mention that Andy thought it was absolutely hilarious that she repeated something bad I said and not him. He made sure to take note of that one.

I guess out of all the words that have gone into that little monster’s ears, I should be happy (?) that the first doosey was “Shut up”…but I have a crazy little inkling that this will not be the last time our monster decides to act like a parrot.

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Mama’s Caving…

Some of you probably know this, but when I first found out I was having a girl I bawled cried. Literally, chin quivering, giant tears down my cheeks crying. The poor ultra-sound tech really didn’t know how to react  when she saw my tears, assumed they were tears of joy, excitedly asked “Is that what you wanted!?” and all I could do was cry harder, louder and shake my head no.

Turns out, little girls aren’t so bad after all. In fact, I really enjoy having a little girl! Luckily, she’s not too girlie. That was my biggest fear. What would I do if all Ry wanted to do was go shopping? I don’t know how to braid hair! What if she didn’t like playing outside? Or dirt? What if she doesn’t like to camp or doesn’t hunt or…or…or!? (You get the idea) Over the last year or so, I have slowly come around to more “girlie” type stuff. When registering during my pregnancy I made sure not to register for anything overly pink. I made it a point to verbalize my deep seeded disdain for too much pink. These days, pink is fine. Actually, Ry wears pink just about every day! Heck, she wore a pink and orange tu-tu for her birthday party. A TU-TU! If that doesn’t show that I’m coming around to girlie, I don’t know what does! And, I will admit, she looks so dang cute in pig-tails…and I generally hate pigtails.

Anyway, all of that is just to set you all up to tell you what I thought I would NEVER do, I did yesterday. And it was fun. I polished Rylee’s toenails!

So proud of her purple toes!

Pointing out the purple for everyone!

Mama toes and Monster toes. Matching.

I needed to do mine for Julia’s bridal shower, Ry was interested so I told her if she sat down on the floor I would do hers too. She loved it! She even sat nice and still and waited for them to dry. I just hope I haven’t created a monster…oh wait, she already is!