Dirt, bugs and tears: OH MY!

May 25, 2015

Gianna had a Memorial Day assembly at her school last week. Her pre-K class performed one song, which lasted maybe 5 minutes total, yet I still had to hold back tears. I mean I could feel myself turning into a puddle of mush. I honestly don’t know how I’m going to make it through her little pre-K graduation ceremony that is set to take place in a couple of weeks. Any major or minor milestone in her life just turns on the water works. Am I a nut or do I just feel too much? Probably a little of both!

This weekend kicked off the unofficial start of summer and I just have to say that it sure does feel good to finally be out and about with the family. Maybe I appreciate summer more because of the part of the country I live in, but whatever it is, my soul is happy when I’m out and about doing things with my family. And my two-year-old son’s soul seems to be happiest when he’s playing in dirt.

Moms of boys, what is it about dirt? My son loves to find it and play with it as though it were sand. My daughter will get herself dirty playing out in the yard, but it’s just nothing compared to the way my son plays. Today he even stooped down to pick up an ant that was crawling on the ground.

“Nooo!” I screeched. “Yucky!”

It was an impulse response and I immediately felt guilty afterwards for telling him not to pick up the ant. I mean, it’s just an ant. If he wants to explore the ant, so be it, right? So yes, time for me to start working on my knee-jerk “yuck” reactions! Maybe by the end of the summer, I’ll be OK with the bugs he wants to bring to me as gifts.

Oh who am I kidding? Bugs give me the heebie-jeebies. At any rate, I’ll just have to teach him to be the bug swatter for my daughter, who, like me (bet you’re not surprised!) hates anything with tiny legs & little wings too. :)

Hope y’all had a fabulous long weekend. I know I’m pooped! Happy Memorial Day and thanks to all who serve our country and protect our freedoms.

~*~ Warm Wishes, Entering Mommyhood

Hey, mama mama

May 20, 2015

You know that popular song on the radio right now, “Hey, Mama.” That song is my daughter’s theme song. Why, you ask? Because literally a million times a day (I kid you not!), she is calling for me.

Mama, look at this.
Mama, I need a snack.
Mama, how do you spell prayer?
Mama, mama, mama.

Now I’m not complaining – that’s not to say that sometimes I want to let out a little scream after she’s said mama over and over and over again when I’m trying to get something done – but, when this song came on the radio the other day when we were in the car, I couldn’t help but crack up.

“Gianna, this is your theme song!” I shrieked.

She didn’t quite get it at first. So I told her to listen to the lyrics and she, too, started laughing (and singing along!).

So now every time that song comes on the radio, we pump up the volume and sing our hearts out.

On a side note, I just looked up the full lyrics to the actual song and some of the lyrics are pretty gross. We only shout the “Hey, Mama” part because, heck, it’s fun and that’s what life’s all about!

Expert DIY needed for article!

May 19, 2015

Hi Fellow Bloggers,

I’m looking to put together a list of 101 Great Teacher Appreciation Gifts for an article I’m writing. These can be store bought gifts or DIY gifts. If you are a DIY gift expert (at least 10 years experience) or a shopping expert, I’d love to speak to you. Please email me at rstewartrubinofreelancer@gmail.com.


I’m back!!

May 13, 2015

It’s clearly been awhile since I’ve blogged, but I’m back and committed to keep writing. I even have a few posts ready in the pipeline to post, but haven’t done so yet. I’m hoping my musings about motherhood are relatable, funny, and will maybe even brighten your day.

After a long brutal winter, spring has finally arrived. In fact, some of these past few days have actually felt quite a lot more like summer. I’m in my glory. I enjoy hot, steamy weather. I’ll take that any day over the snow and cold. Since the nice weather is here, the kids and I have been soaking it up at local playgrounds and I’m getting some extra exercise jogging with them around the lake.

As I gear up for some new posts, I’d love to hear about what you’d like to see me write about. For an upcoming post, I talk about my new favorite exercise regime and how it’s changed my perspective on my body image. Send me an email, or comment below and I’ll put it on my list of topics.

I’m also going to be writing parenting articles for Care.com, so be sure to check out my work. I’ll link to it through here, but also follow me on twitter @bostonwriterrsr.
Until next post….

A picture is indeed worth a thousand words

May 21, 2014

I take a lot of pictures on my iPhone. I love the ability to quickly grab my phone and snap away at some of the fun moments of mommyhood. I think they tell a pretty interesting story. Sometimes, I post some of them to Facebook, but at other times, I don’t what to inundate my friends’ newsfeeds with photos of my little darlings. So, without further ado, here’s a photo blog of some everyday moments in life with my children.


I love free events that provide entertainment for my children, so when I heard about Melrose’s DPW day, I didn’t delay! Gianna was thrilled to bounce in all of the bouncy houses provided and enjoyed sitting in plow trucks galore. She even had her first ambulance experience (one that did spike mommy’s blood pressure!).  Vinny was content as ever to sit in his stroller, just taking it all in while munching on his hummus sandwich.  Add sunshine and some good friends and you’ve got the makings of one glorious morning.





A backyard, nice weather, children, and a new play structure give a few mommies the chance to sit at a patio set and enjoy a glass of wine. Yes, the kids started off having to learn to share and take turns on the swings, but eventually the toddlers ironed out the kinks and played together happily. And even Vinny “played” with the kiddos.


Oh, just another milestone reached

April 29, 2014

I’ve hit a major milestone here and I’m not referring to Vinny’s first birthday. While that is truly a feat in itself (Come on,  I kept a baby alive for a whole year while teaching a toddler how to deal with the reality that she was no longer the only little person in the center of my universe. Not always easy, folks. Not always easy.), but I’m now at the end stages of weaning my little baby from nursing. And, Lordy, Lordy, am I experiencing emotional highs and lows.

On the one hand, I’m extremely pleased with myself. Since I finally disciplined myself to wean hardcore, and by that I mean no nursing all day long – not before naps or even bedtime and no bottles of milk either (he drinks from a sippy cup instead!), he’s actually taken to the change quite well.  In fact, after reading books and plopping him in the crib before bed last night, he only fussed for less than 2 minutes. I’m not exaggerating.

But on the other hand, I’m so sad to end this phase in my life. I LOVE nursing. I absolutely LOVE it. I know some people struggle with nursing, but luckily for me I did not have any major issues with it for either of my children. I love the emotional bonding. I love the convenience.  I just plain love it. Anyone who knows me knows I had no shame in nursing. I’d whip it out anywhere! And as my baby aged, I stopped using covers because a squirming baby underneath a nursing cover…let’s just say he wasn’t having it. Regardless, I’d say I still nursed as inconspicuously as possible!

That’s not to say there aren’t the downsides to it. I hate to pump; therefore, in the early stages the sole responsibility of sustenance for my baby came from me. And while that is kind of a really cool thing, it’s also very tiring! It also left me with feelings of great guilt if I ever wanted to go out of the house without him. I know this is unique to me, but I often wrestled with being able to enjoy myself without him nearby (I’m over that now!). Plus, I’m sure postpartum hormones played a role with those feelings.

What this milestone signals most of all is the end of his baby stage. He’s gaining his independence from me.  He doesn’t need me the same way he did as an infant, which I am extremely grateful and happy for, yet I mourn the change.  I am always reminded how fleeting these young years are for my kids. Sometimes they go by in a blurred frenzy – sleepless nights, first steps, new foods, coos and words. There are days when bedtime can’t come soon enough and the mess from the day remains until the next because I’m too tired to do anything but sit down for a moment of peace. But then there are the small everyday moments, like nursing a baby to sleep and holding him close to your heart, when I realize and know there’s no place I’d rather be.

So soon I’ll have my whole body back to myself again. It’s been awhile, but I don’t mind. In the span of my lifetime, it’s barely a blip. The whole cycle of birth, from conception, through pregnancy, and lactation is just an amazing reminder of God’s awe-inspiring grace.Image

The Torturous Threes

March 17, 2014


When a black cat doesn’t just walk across the street in front of your car, but actually stops and stares at you as if wondering what he/she should do, take heed of the omen. I sure should have. But no.  My cocky self turned her nose up at the idea. “I’m not superstitious,” I scoffed in my head. “We’ll make it to pajama story time, even if we are a few minutes late.”

The idea to venture to pajama story time at the library this evening took root after Vinny took a glorious afternoon nap. My 11-month-old son doesn’t always take the best afternoon naps, leaving him ready for bed by 6 p.m. on most nights. But not today!  Today, he napped until 3 p.m., so I was confident he could muster enough baby attentiveness to make it to 6:30 p.m. pajama story time. My 3 ½-year-old toddler, who has since given up napping, except upon the rarest of occasions, was immersed in imaginative play all afternoon, so I thought she too could handle the outing.

I thought wrong.

Lately, my toddler and I are experiencing intense power struggles. She’d like to be the one in control, but I’m the mother. And, as the saying goes, mothers know best!  Since we went to the library earlier in the day to play with the trains, read books, and color, the event this evening was strictly story time. We were not there to play in the youth room. We were there to sing songs, listen to stories, and do a craft. Sounds pretty fun, right?

Well, my daughter had other ideas.

When we arrived, she refused to enter the room where story time was taking place, choosing, instead to play by the train area. She found a book and wanted me to read it to her.  So she received her first warning.

“Gianna,” I said. “We are here for story time. If you don’t want to go into story time, then we are leaving.”

But she persisted with the book and the train table. So, determined to stand my ground because at some point, whether out in public or not, children need to learn who is in charge, I told her we were leaving and I proceeded to walk out of the library.

Fortunately for me, she will follow me as I leave. If I could have, I would have picked her up, but since I was holding my 11-month-old, I couldn’t.

But let me tell you, we did not leave quietly. She screamed, no hollered, inside the elevator and as we walked out the door and I literally had to drag her down the street to my car.  One would have thought I was trying to kidnap her, she resisted so badly. In my head, I’m thinking, “What am I going to do if she bolts? I can’t just run after her with a baby in my arms. I can’t just put the baby down. I’m still too far from the car to put him in his car seat. Plus, I don’t trust her not to run in the other direction while I take the time to put him in his seat. “

So I dragged her as best I could thinking to myself, “What if I pull her arm so hard, she dislocates her arm from her shoulder?  I don’t want to hurt her, but if I let go, she could bolt and hurt herself.”

Somehow we did make it to the car. No injuries and no bolting away either.

It was definitely one for the books and, Lord help me, I will nip these tantrums in the bud.  I always considered her so mild-mannered, but as of late, she’s giving me a run for the money. Terrible Twos had nothing on these Torturous Threes. In my opinion, the twos weren’t terrible at all. I yearn for those days after an episode like today’s.


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