Tuesday, May 14

More Mommy Confessions (my favorite kinda post)

So Sunday was Mother's Day. A day where everyone with offspring posts adorable photos of themselves with said offspring. Every profile picture is changed to include moms. There are 7,000 more statuses on your news feed as usual. It's exactly the reason that I refuse to check Facebook during any holidays or sporting events. Repetition. It gets to me. It crawls under my skin and eats away at every fiber of my being. I have zero patience for reading the same thing over and over and over and over and...

So Sunday. We went to the Mystic Aquarium. It was ridiculously fun (even including my minor brain lapse). You see, the Mystic Aquarium was kind enough to invite family bloggers for a day of fun on Saturday, the 11th (the day before Mother's Day). I knew this...and yet for some reason I just got the words "Mother's Day Event" stuck in my mind and so we showed up on Sunday instead of Saturday. How's that for a #bloggerproblem? (#mombrain). And yes, I just hashtagged in my post. I know how annoying that is, but who cares? I kind of like it. So the point is the people at the aquarium were super nice and gave us all the perks we would have experienced the previous day--free admission, meal tickets, and tickets to Sponge Bob in 4D (we made it through the part where you walk in the door and put on the glasses and play around with the chair for a little--and then Carter was ready to leave right around the time the movie started. But hey, you gotta learn to be flexible with an almost two year old, am I right?)

bear shirt from Zulily
Me, Carter and a Beluga, along with two random people.
With the exception of a few meltdowns (including one where Carter threw his Super Man hat into the water--not a tank with animals, don't worry--it was just a little pond by a walkway...but...Super Man hat = no more) the day was a success. I expected Carter to be fussier because of his unfortunate doses of prednisone (curse you, poison ivy!!), but the Beluga whales really held his attention and made him forget about all his woes.

And there it is ^^ so long, super man hat. You will be missed. 

So I have two HUGE confessions and one minor one.

Confession #1: I am a pro at booger-flicking now. Gross, I know, but it's true. What else am I to do when Carter hands them to me from the back seat and I don't have a tissue nearby? It goes like this: Carter yells "Mama! Mama! Mama!" from the back seat. He grunts to let me know he's straining to hand me something. It's a gut reaction. I instinctively reach back and I'm greeted with a booger. Great. Now I have two choices. I can either roll down the window and flick the sucker out, or I try to hold the wheel steady while I reach waaayyy over to the glove compartment to try to grab a tissue, all while endangering our lives. Flicking it is! Are you ever posed with this dilemma? Or are you just super prepared and have a huge box of tissues right in the center console like some super hero or something?

Confession #2: This one starts off good. We're in the midst of potty training. We're 4 days in and we've gone three days straight with consistent potty use (it's been extremely exciting). We've got #2 down. It's the other I'm worried about. There's been pee on the floor, on our screen door, on the bath mat, towels; you name it and it's been peed on. But yesterday....the fridge. He opened the fridge, looked around for a snack, and then apparently thought it was a good time to let it all out. Do you know the disinfecting that is needed after such an occurrence? My goodness, child. Could you have done it anywhere else? Fortunately, he's my favorite child, so I just looked at him and said "Good job! Except we really need to do it just in the potty, okay???????? oookkkkkkkkaaayyy??????????? please???).

And now for a random confession that has nothing to do with anything. I don't understand hipsters. I (kind of) get other cliques, but what are hipsters, really? A bunch of people with wool socks and grandpa glasses? And what about those hipsters from college? Hipsters write weird things in creative writing classes. The following is exactly what a hipster's hipster would write in creative writing. Maybe I'm just not ironic (or genius) enough to get it:

Red, yellow, blue. Sitting in a corner; a dark corner. Green. Stop. Red, yellow, blue. One. Two. Three. Four. Walls are closing. Footsteps. A small girl with a butterfly. Red. Go. One, two, three, four; blue, yellow. Stop.

Oh, you don't get that either? Okay then.

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Anonymous said...

My daughter does the same thing with boogers. Quite disgusting. And I don't understand hipsters either. All I know is they take pride in knowing a band before they got big, and being "unique" (wearing the EXACT same style as every other hipster).
I am glad to not be one haha.


Lanaya | Raising Reagan said...

Bahahahaha ... and that is why we are friends! About every word of this post rings SO true with me too! And I fell in love with you some more!

I absolutely get the whole changing of profile pics on Facebook but like you ... it bugs me too. And the screen door? Nice shot Carter! I would have loved to have been around during that! Hahaha!

(¸¤ Lanaya | xoxo

The Grass Skirt Blog said...

This brings back such memories! My best friend's family has a summer home in RI, so we'd go to the Mystic aquarium all of the time. :)

The Grass Skirt

Megan B.B. said...

Your poem is stellar. Seriously, I'm snapping right now.
Also, we LOVE the aquarium, and yours looks swanky. It's a good "there's 14 feet of snow outside and you're driving me batty- lets go somewhere!" place.
Megan @ thememoirsofmegan.com

Unknown said...

I also don't get hipsters...I try and stay clear of all the resale book stores in town because I cannot stand so many of them congregating around ;) and PT-ing boys is a pain, I have a 5 yr old boy and my bathroom constantly smells like pee. EVERYDAY. Stopping by from the mommy confessions link up!
Michelle from ourthreepeas.com :)

Sarah said...

Luckily my kid doesn't do the booger thing yet, he just waits for me to do it for him. And I totally agree with the avoiding FB on holidays, gets annoying sometimes reading the same thing over and over, I get it you're thankful for this or that, you love your life...now let's get to the real stuff!

Positively Amy said...

@bjeller--yeah, so unique! And I'm truly sorry you have to deal with the booger thing as well--so unfortunate.

@Michelle--you just crushed all hope that I had of being done with the pee cleaning in couple of years. UGH! When do they learn how to aim?!?!?

Mademoiselle Michael Blog said...

Haha you have to watch this sketch: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x1hLREgL194 It's the "Hipster Thanksgiving" by Harvard Sailing Team (a group of actors).

I don't have a problem with hipsters per se, it's just most of the hipsters I've met have been extremely arrogant. But, that's fine, I just mind my own business!

Haha I swear, hearing mommy stories is literally a form of birth control. Boogers...vom. You are a saint. I just love you girl. Can't wait to watch your sitcom/screenplay someday.

Sarah said...

Hahaha the fridge! Oh boy! When my niece first handed me a booger, my husband and I started calling it a 'quick pick and a flick' or if we weren't so fortunate to have it flick cleanly, we called it 'quick pick and a stick'!

Kelly said...

I LOVE mystic and this is adorable!

Sparkles and Shoes

Ashley said...

No good on the superman hat. I understand the dislike for repetition as well on facebook.

haha the thought of flicking boogers never occurred to me why is this? I always end up wiping it on my pants in the and now no more!

Heather @ Cookies For Breakfast said...

I am IN LOVE with Carter's green pants!!! Where are they from? (please say somewhere local and inexpensive!)

I haaaaaate boogers. Like just the thought makes me almost puke. This is not good being the mother of a toddler boy. Luckily, my SIL cleans out Ben's nose every time we see her (which is not nearly enough, for the amount of boogs).

AND, OMG, potty training?!?!?!?! You're giving me hope that this is possible with a boy before an obnoxiously old embarrassing age! Tell me more! How did you know he was ready?!

Anonymous said...

We live in the Mystic area, love that place! As for booger, ya, my little one, unbeknownst to me, was sporting a huge, gigantic, gross green one at swim class. I quietly flushed it down the pool gutter thing, I;m sure I broke every rule of mom etiquette. Oops.

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