Parenting Classes That I Wish Were Offered

1193228_35828531 (1)Remember when you found out you were going to be a parent?

You signed up for classes on bathing your newborn, breastfeeding, installing a car seat, etc.

Well, here are the parenting classes that I wish were REALLY offered. These would have been so useful!

How to buy birthday presents for 9-year-old boys.

In this class, you’ll learn that Beyblades are sooooo 2012 and gift cards are just “meh”. And don’t even think about giving a 9-year-old boy an article of clothing. In a nutshell, you’ll learn that you are hopelessly outdated and must simply stock up on Nerf guns.

How to finance your child’s activities.

In this class, you’ll learn that every penny you don’t put into retirement or a college savings account will be usurped by payments for ice hockey, baseball, baton twirling, gymnastics, Boy Scouts, Girl Scouts, music classes, etc. You’ll even learn that it’s better to starve than not let Junior experience French-immersion basket weaving.

How to put your children to bed in 10 minutes or less.

Say goodbye to the hour long bath-taking-teeth-brushing-jammie-snuggling-book-reading routine once and for all. Magically send your children to bed where they fall quickly asleep. This class is sponsored by Jack Daniels and Benadryl.

What parenting classes do YOU wish were offered?

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I Am Mom Enough

Most of the folks reading my blog are parents, grandparents, and a few soon-to-be parents. So I think the majority of you must have heard, read, or seen the controversial new Time Magazine cover:

Now I won’t go into a thoughtful discussion of this cover like the one you’ll find over at The Mommy Psychologist, or a passionate rant about it like the one you can find at People I Want To Punch In The Throat or a zillion other blogs.

Let me just say that stuff like this is EXACTLY why I embrace my calling as the Experienced Bad Mom. No matter what I do or how well I do it, there is always some magazine, some news person, some other parent, some human being, etc. that claims I’m not doing it right or not doing it well enough.

It is impossible to be a perfect parent. So here’s to all my imperfections. They may make me a bad mom according to society’s unrealistic expectations. However, my supposed imperfections make me a real, honest-to-goodness mom who loves her kids and is trying her best. And that’s good enough for me.

Feel free to share your thoughts. Or just give yourself a double fist pump!

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Newborn Picture Perfect

I mentioned in my Pregnancy v. Parenthood post a couple weeks ago that I know a lot of expecting mothers.

One of them had a baby girl last week and she’s adorable. I know this because exactly 1 week after being born, this little baby had the sweetest newborn photos posted on Facebook. You know, the professional Anne Geddes-type portraits where the newborn fits in a hat or a stocking.

Very cute.

Random baby in a furry basket

But adorable newborn pictures just confirm I’m a bad mom.

Why? Because one week after having my first born, I did NOT get any newborn pictures taken.

One week after having my son, I’m not sure I had gotten out of my pajamas.

One week after giving birth, I was a hormonal mess who wanted to hack off my breasts and just give them to the baby. (Remember my breastfeeding disaster?)

One week after giving birth….oh, geez, I can’t remember 1 week after giving birth because I was so sleep-deprived!

I should be thankful, as a bad mom, that Facebook was not around when I had my son. And, yes, for those of you wondering, I am the *Experienced* Bad Mom for a reason! I did not rush out and get newborn pictures of my second child either.

I guess my children should consider themselves lucky that I have any pictures of them at all.

Did you get newborn pictures?

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Experienced Bad Mom Welcomes The Ultimate Blog Party 2012!

Eek! I’m late.

The Ultimate Blog Party 2012 started last Friday and here I am coming to the party on Monday.

Oh, well. It’s not like I’m claiming to be the most punctual, awesome blogger out there. In fact, my blog is a tongue-in-cheek look at all the ways I’m a bad mom. I decided to embrace my imperfections as a mom since it’s virtually impossible to be a good mom these days. Take the following bad moves into consideration:

  • I only breastfed my daughter 11 months, not 12.
  • I didn’t make my own baby food. I bought Gerber and sometimes the store brand.
  • My son thinks butts and poop are hilarious. Nice.

Not only am I a bad mom, but I’m an experienced  bad mom since I’m messing up 2 kids of different ages. My son, Will, is 8 and my daughter, Sydney, is 5. I celebrate my imperfections and share my exploits here.

Here are some of my favorite recent posts:

American Girl, The Saga

The Hawk, Baby Ducklings, and Pool of Death

The Half Way Mom

My goal? To be entertaining and REAL.

Thanks for dropping by!

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An Apple a Day

Last week I took Will to the pediatrician for his check-up. I love our pediatrician and she is the main reason I was able to breastfeed, even with all the problems I encountered. She and I bonded over my cracked nipples. It’s true.

Anyhoo, during the check-up, the Doctor asked, “Now Will, do you have any questions about your health?”

My healthy, non-vegetable lovin’ 8-year-old

I’m not even sure Will knows what his “health” is, but he did answer: “I eat fruit.”

What? She asks if he has any questions about his health and he says, “I eat fruit.”?

Wait…Nooooooooooooo.  

I sunk in my chair and giggled, embarrassed. Will was answering with what I programmed him to answer, with what I had coached him to say during the car ride! I was a Stage Mom at the Dr.’s office!

You see, our pediatrician always asks the kids, not the parents, questions like, “What orange foods do you like?” The correct, APA-approved answer from the kids would be, “oranges and carrots” and not, say, “fruit snack and Sunkist”.

So, Bad Mom that I am, I had run down the list of colors with Will the night before. For example,
Blue=blueberries
green and red=apples
orange=baby oranges
etc., etc.

And I said more than once to him, “You don’t eat vegetables, but you eat fruit, so that’s probably good enough. Just say you eat fruit.”

So, of course, when she asked, “Now Will, do you have any questions about your health?”, then the obvious answer to my coached kid is, “I eat fruit.”

I came clean to the pediatrician, who, God love her, laughed and laughed. But, really, what kind of mom am I? I don’t make him eat bok choy, but I’ll coach him to spin his fruit consumption at the pediatrician’s office.

Geesh.

I’ve got 5 months to make Sydney eat rutabaga before her check-up. Wish me well.

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