Category Archives: talk

Let’s (Not) Share…

When we are children we are taught to share. As adults some take this to heart, but stop sharing food and toys, and begin sharing stories. Much like a child who will hand you a cookie, whether you want it or not, some adults spew forth information, unwanted, and unwarranted.
I know this sounds hypocritical, coming from a blogger who shares all the time. Just last year I believe I wrote a blog post on the best ways of breast feeding a child, speaking from experience. While that may seem like way too much information for some, I never accosted another person in a hallway or bathroom to randomly share my tidbits of wisdom. I assume my readers come here willingly. If they don’t like what I have to say, then they are perfectly capable of closing their browser, and stop reading. Going to my blog, with all the clicking and the reading, are voluntary actions. I have never once forced another to read what I have to say. Well, except Tanya, I shove things at her all the time. But others are exempt.
When things are verbally announced, they cannot be unsaid or unheard. There is no “undo” button for speech. Tonight I wish there was. Usually I am the one inserting my foot into my mouth and saying the wrong things. But usually these are bureaucratic faux pas, or I state the truth that no one wants to hear when asked a direct question. I generally don’t just offer opinions, or perhaps facts (who knows these days?), that no one asked for.
As an only child I was never good at sharing my toys. I am still not. So maybe that urge never translated into the adult phase of sharing anything else. Maybe I just don’t understand that that is the way things are.
Words cut. Maybe I should have worn long sleeves today.


Munchie is becoming quite the talker, and in the process saying some terribly funny phrases  (I have a feeling she doesn’t quite understand how some things work). Here are some of my favorites, for your amusement:
Drive faster mommy!– No dear, mommy just had the last two speeding tickets fall off her record… she likes it that way.
Mommy, I want to look at the trees. Stop driving mommy! – No dear, we don’t stop in the middle of the freeway. Mommy just paid off her car.
Can I have another little brother? – No. You already have one. – But I want another one mommy!!! WHY??
Momma, what happened to your hair?? –  I had just come home from the salon, and the horrified look on her face said it all.
Mommy, you need more make up. – Lovely.
I want to have a Starbucks party! – She is two and her favorite place is Starbucks… yeah, we are related.
Momma what is that?– Wine. – No whining momma!
NO DUCKY NO!! Don’t touch that! Momma need that! – She was referring to my coffee that Ducky was about to spill. Yes dear, momma need that.

Comparing Your Child

I know you are not supposed to compare your children, but I think it is impossible for any parent. Even if you do not have multiples, at some point your probably compared your kid to someone else’s.
Yesterday I compared Munchie and Ducky, to Ducky’s disfavor. He is six months old, and I am not seeing the same progress Munchie had made at his age. She was a slow walker (about fifteen months when she started). Before that, she was a slow crawler (13 months). But her hand eye coordination was excellent, and she was a master of fine motor skills early on.
Although Ducky became aware of his hands and feet about a month ago, he still cannot get a grasp on his hands. He waves them around frantically, trying as hard as he can to grab things and make them do what he would like them to do, to little avail. I think he may be even less coordinated than me. Which is scary since I have the depth perception of a Cyclops.
Experience is my consolation. I was terribly worried about Munchie because she wasn’t walking yet, crawling yet, talking yet, etc. And in the end she is perfectly fine and normal, and in some cases, as with her speech, advanced.
Kids learn and accelerate at different rates. But eventually they will get there. They are all going to learn to walk at some point. Ducky may never become the next Ethier, much to Hubby’s chagrin, but he will eventually figure out how to, at the very least, hold a bat.
So yes, experience is my consolation, and for those of you who do not have the experience, I will simply offer my own. Rest assured, your child will get to where they need to get, at the rate which is best for them. I am not going to tell you to stop comparing, because that is human nature, and all parents do it to some extent. But I will tell you to stop worrying. I hope this helps.