That fateful slap

I found an interesting New York TImes article awhile ago (I'm emailing myself my blog entry from work). It's about Brooklyn community in New York called Park Slope that is apparently a mommy haven. http://www.nytimes.com/2007/07/08/realestate/08cov.html?pagewanted=1

For the past couple days I've actually been thinking that I don't know how well I'd deal in a community like that. I definitely don't feel like super mommy and sometimes I'm not even sure I know what I'm doing. Oh I get the hang of feed, bathe, clothe, protect, but I keep wondering how I'll fare when it gets time to teach her things. Then I start freaking out about when is the time to start teaching her the names of objects, colors, numbers, shapes, etc. In fact, I just realized on Saturday that every time I go to my hairdresser I end up talking about how I scared I am that I'm going to mess up and not do anywhere near as good a job with Moo as I feel that my Mom did raising me.

That's a very sobering and numbing thought. I got short of breath the other night just thinking about it. I see people with their pre-teen and teenage daughters and wonder what Moo will be like then. I wonder if we'll have imparted good morales to her, because let's face it by the time she's hit 16 who she'll be will largely be in place already.

The other part that I've been thinking of is that I'm also not comfortable around large groups of Moms and babies. I went to a baby shower two weeks ago and I felt so out of place. I was the only the third black person there, but it's too easy to play the race card. I just don't think I'm the same kind of mommy that those there were. I don't call Moo's room a nursery, neither is it painted, nor is there any kind of color-coding going on in there. Her stroller and car seat never matched, and neither had even a passing acquaintance with pink. We're just different.

And that isn't to say that she doesn't get alot of love and attention. On the contrary, just this past Saturday she spent most of the morning hanging out with her Daddy in the garage helping him work on his car from her perch above a box. And she had a whole afternoon shopping incursion yesterday during which I realized that she loves people watching. And then she had the time of her life playing in the living room, crawling away from me and laughing so hard that she curled up like a little ball.

I think it's the baby-food-to-real-food transition stage that's unnerving me. I'm so scared I'm doing it toally wrong and she's going to end up with some random eating disorder. Yesterday I couldn't help but sit on the bed and just allow myself to "not be strong" and miss my Mom. I sure wish she was around to help and play grandma.

Catching up

Gosh, it really has been ages since I last blogged. You never really notice until you log in and see the last blogged date that Blogger so handily displays on the dashboard page. (Thanks to you too Nadz for pointing out how long it's been!) Needless to say alot has happened in the past couple weeks. Of course a fair amount of that has to do with the girl... so I'll start there.

Last night pretty much sums up where she is now, on the path to baby independence. I spread a plastic drop cloth in the kitchen and fed her vienna sausage and baked beans while she fed herself a slice of toast. Last week I watched her stand up against the dishwasher and wail away at it while "talking" to me and laughing. She also fell asleep in the pool - yes, in the pool. Being a parent is amazing, all these little moments when taken together make for memories that I'm sure I can share with her and tease her with when she's older. The sausage and beans episode had me cringing because for some reason she likes to toss her food around before settling down to eat... I'm telling myself that's just a phase. The pool, now that was nice. We had her in a baby life vext towing her around the pool when at one point I said to J, "Babe, does she just have her eyes closed against the sun, or what?" Nope. My girl was fast asleep. No one could believe it because we were at the public base pool with kids laughing and carrying all around her. Adorable.

One of the other glass balls we all juggle is of course work. I'm not too happy with myself that I haven't been writing a column, but I want to focus more on learning how to write editorials and ensuring that the opinion pages are the best product I can put out there. I've already contributed $10 to the "Error Pig" at work and I'm not trying to pay for style books and donuts for the whole department at the end of the year. (We contribute $5 whenever an error someone has made results in a correction.) Both mine had to do with the weekly poll question. Just goes to show that it wasn't a fluke why I failed A Level accounts. Maaaaad LOL Other than that I could myself as truly blessed. The work load isn't by any means light but I work in a fun department and have a great boss. Seriously cannot complain.

Looking forward to my Aunt and cousin coming across the pond to visit soon. Unfortunately they've cancelled J's vacation leave (which we put in from January, but anyway, let me not get started there). So needless to say it's not going to be as much fun as we'd planned and if it wasn't for my Aunt and cousin I'd definitely reschedule, but such is life. At least we could rearrange the plans so we'll be together on our anniversary. I'm going to see if we can get some go-kart action going... that should be really fun :)

Lastly, we've been enjoying our new home. There are some growing pains with our homeowners' association but I don't regret us moving because it is truly amazing to be able to own our own home at our age. And it's so cozy!

I've got to appologize to anyone who was looking for an opinion type blog. Don't have that in my tonight at the moment although I do have some views on people driving new parents crazy and what we do to make things bad on ourselves, but right now I just want to unwind and do some simming...

Ciao.

PS - I aced my first MA class with 98% ;)