
Posts Tagged ‘grandma’
Monday, March 1st, 2010
Okay, so remember all that talk about OH POTTY TRAINING’S NOT THAT BAD!
Well, I take it back, people. I TAKE IT BACK. I am not built for this, I’m afraid. In fact, I just looked it up on WebMD, and I’m pretty sure it’s fatal.
If you don’t believe my hyperbolic proclamations, then 1. you’ve been here before, haven’t you?! and 2. let me offer some proof.
First, a run-down of the supplies that this household has acquired in an attempt to get one stubborn three-year old out of diapers:
1. One immediately-rejected, music-playing training potty.
2. One somewhat-tolerable kid-sized potty seat.
3. Another more decorative,and apparently less-tolerable kid-sized potty seat. (Should’ve stuck with #1…it’s not like you can return them.
4. A Travel potty, for the day we felt brave enough to venture further than 10 feet from our home bathroom.
5. Travel potty covers. (I’m not even sure how to use them.)
6. Pull-ups. I caved.
7. Several packages of big boy “underdies,” which are just as much fun to poop in as diapers!
8. Sticker chart, complete with the COOLEST stickers EVER.
9. One basket full of potty-time-only books.
10.And, a piddle-pad, for the car seat. Because sometimes, your kids are kind of like un-housebroken puppies.
But, unfortunately, this spectacular collection has not cracked him in the slightest, I’m afraid. So we’ve resorted to mind-bending. Oh, that’s right. I’m not above mild psychological experimentation. AAAAND, SCENE!
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Me: [*knock, knock*] ARE YOU IN THE BATHROOM, DADDY?!
The Hub: [Muffled voice bellowing from behind closed door.] YES, I AM! I’M IN THE BATHROOM, MOMMY!
Me: OH, BOY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?!
The Hub: I’M GOING PEE PEE ON THE POTTY!
Me: WOW! YOU SURE ARE LUCKY!
The Hub: THAT’S RIGHT! GOING PEE PEE ON THE POTTY SURE IS FUN!
[Dear God. Look at what has become of us.]
[Shaking my pride to the floor, I peer stealthily around the corner to see if my toddler has been swayed by the commotion. He glances at me, and for a moment, I am hopeful...The Hub emerges, drying his hands on a small towel.]
The Hub: Hey, bud!
Plus One: Daddy? Why are you shouting at Momma?
Me: Oh, nono…Daddy wasn’t shouting…he was just, eh, excited about going potty, and…uhm…
The Hub: You need to go potty, buddy? Don’t you want some Spider Man stickers?
Plus One: [Nervous.] Umm, no thank you. [Scurries away.]
I’m pretty sure we’re doing this wrong. Next step? Pull up the carpeting and let him run around like a nudist. (Then call on grandma to watch him while I check myself into a, ah, “spa treatment facility.”)

“Don’t stare at the potty-training mother, kids. It’s RUDE.”
Tags: car seats, embarrassment, experience, grandma, Momma's Anxiety, poop, The Hub Posted in Humor, Milestones, Tall Tales, Toddlers | No Comments »
Monday, November 16th, 2009

The other day, my mother was over to spend some time with the kids while I booked a one-way ticket out of crazy town got some things done around the house. After lunch, we sat around chit-chatting when my 11 month-old suddenly got very chatty.
Baby: Bah Bah Bah…BAH! BAH BAH!
Me: You talking to Momma, little baby?
Baby: BAH! Bahbahbahbahgahbahdah…dahgahdabuhbah.
Grandma: Did you hear that, Kristine?!
Me: What, mother?
Grandma: He said bye-bye!
Me: Um…I didn’t hear that, exactly, no.
Grandma: Come on, baby! Say, BYE BYE Grandma! BYE BYE!
Baby: BahbahBUHBAH!
Grandma: SEE?! Right there! He SAID IT!
Me: Right. I’ll go mark the calendar, Mom.
I can’t be certain, but I would’ve sworn I saw her Googling “Harvard Admissions” later that evening.
Tags: babbling, grandma Posted in Humor, Infants, Milestones, Tall Tales | 3 Comments »
Friday, October 23rd, 2009
I subscribe to the recall list for children’s products because it’s good to know if their beds are actually deathtraps in disguise, or if their teething rings have in fact been pumped full of rat poison. Plus, it makes me look really important because I’m more or less guaranteed an email once weekly.
But it also brings to light the stark contrast between today’s sense of child safety and that of, say my safety when I was a child. Take for example a recent conversation with my mother:
Me: But this catalogue is over the top, Ma. You can’t really think Plus One needs a frigging shampoo visor.
My Mother: Well, maybe not that, but this ear and throat exam kit might be helpful for the baby.
Me: Mom, you’re not lucid. I’m not a doctor! No. What the hell would I even be looking for in there? A Mucinex doll?
My Mother: Well, we just didn’t have things like this when you guys were little. We didn’t even have car seats, really.
Me: What do you mean you didn’t have them, really?
My Mother: Well, I mean, we kind of did…it was like a box that we’d put you in when you were real little…but…
Me: A box?
Yeah, so I did some research on this because I mainly wanted to see if this box was cardboard or what. Well, as it turns out, other people want to know how they survived their childhood as well because I found some pictures of some 1980s car seats (a little after my time but not by much).
Behold:

First: Wow, that’s a lot of nicely-styled hair.
Second: I fully remember a similar couch and blanket (and pillow!) from my childhood…which brings me to #3
Third: I’m pretty sure that kid could possibly be my brother and maybe my parents’ storage shed has been robbed.
But last: Uh, Mother? That doesn’t look like a BOX to me! I mean, sure, it looks completely unstable and a little like Stephen Hawking’s chair, but it’s not a BOX!(?)
Which begs the question…what the hell WAS my mother putting us in? Maybe I’m better off not knowing. At least she didn’t let us stay up late, go to the candy store owned by a pedophile, do heroin.
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*PS: I have to apologize for offending the delicate sensibilities of anyone who tuned in to hear my appearance on the Man Time Show. We were *supposed* to be talking about parenting, but, eh…discussed other matters.
Tags: car seats, grandma, how did we ever survive!?, safety Posted in Humor, Tall Tales | 1 Comment »
Friday, September 25th, 2009
Birthing classes.
Heh. Sure, they help, like, a lot actually. But as much as holding ice chips in my hand to simulate a contraction is helpful and all, with hindsight comes great vision. Or bitterness. Sometimes you get that, too.
But what I’m getting at here is that I’m pretty sure I’d include the following pointers if I were teaching Babies 101:

1. Babies are Born With Exposed Brains
Well, kind of. “Technically” it’s called the fontanel, but I call it Zombie Access. More than being paranoid the baby would injure his little baby noggin in some kind of impossible accident (and sure, a helmet wouldn’t be such a bad idea, would it?), I was more or less REPULSED by how it would rise and sink like the tides, occasionally throbbing at me like the Tell-Tale Heart. The doctor assured me it’s all perfectly normal, but I was all, “Doc, I didn’t realize that babies came with horror-movie visual effects.”
2. It’s More Than Likely That You Will Nearly Cut Your Child’s Finger Off (at least once)
The finger nails are so long and tiny, and the hands they’re attached to move incessantly! And, unfortunately, I was never told about those nifty little mitts you can buy for newborns. If I had, I’d probably have a kid with the Guinness World Record for longest baby nails. Instead, I chopped away. And learned the hard way to do it while they sleep. Though, I’ll say while this method seemed to diminish the chance that I snipped baby instead of nail, it did not eliminate them. I’m not sure who cried harder.
3. Wow. They Fart. A lot.
Holy gaseousness! Because I was nursing, the nurse at the hospital was all, “Well, what did YOU have to eat MOM?!” But the farting more or less remained constant as the sun for the first few months. Not that farting is such a big deal, but it made me feel like such an amateur when I eyeballed the pediatrician suspiciously that first time I smelled baby puff.
4. Your Mother Will Give Mostly Outdated And Useless Advice
You’d think they’d be experts, but holy crap! It’s like they’ve miraculously forgotten every major event from all of their early parenting. And what they do remember? Well, it usually involves techniques or contraptions that are now known to cause certain death. It IS a wonder we all survived, I tell you.
5. It’s Okay to Think Your Baby Looks Like a Tortilla Chip When You First See Him/Her.
Well, that might be kind of specific, but my drift here is that I was nervous when my first thought wasn’t “Oh LORD, he’s the most beautiful thing EVER” but rather, “Wow, his nose looks remarkably similar to a certain Mexican snack.” I felt guilty initially, un-mom-like (though not enough to stop me from repeating it to several people including my husband who finally said, “Enough, lady.” after the fifth or so mention). And it loomed over me for a bit. Am I cut out for this? Have I already gotten it all wrong? Of course, in talking to some other mothers I realized I wasn’t (completely) defective, and that it’s wholly possible for you to see your baby and think both “tortilla” and “be still, my melting, melting heart” simultaneously.
In the end, with all the baby-class notes and new-mother nerves and they’re-sending-me-home-with-him-ALONE?! neurosis, I managed to keep both my kids alive. You can only learn so much from other people about something so unique. After a few days, you’re pretty much the expert.
Imagine that.
Tags: fontanel, gas, grandma, little fingers Posted in Humor, birthing class, newborns | 2 Comments »
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