Posted by: diapersanddivas | July 6, 2009

The Wardrobe Wars….

Ah yes…I remember it well…the days when I would skip happily to my closet in the morning to pick out what would be the cute, fashionable ensemble-of-the-day that would declare to the world “Look at me!  I’m sexy, sassy, and FABULOUS!!” I could grab heels for day, not just a night out.  I didn’t have to worry about how short the skirt or how slinky the fabric (unless of course it was totally inappropriate office wear).  Never did i have “conditions” that my clothes had to meet.

Those days are, sadly, gone.

Now I reluctantly drag myself into my “pit of despair” closet that is full of doubt, anxiety, and daily self criticism. I swear that my clothes have waged war on me from the moment that pregnancy test said positive.  No longer can i just reach for the skinny jeans or the reliable denim mini.  I can’t just say “Oh…this is cute…let’s throw this on”.  Now my clothes have to go through a rigorous screening process in order for me to get them on my body that day.  First and foremost….they have to fit…and the battle with the body is a WHOLE other subject entirely that we’ll save for another time.  One war at a time.  Then after I’m succesful in finding jeans I can squeeze into (with bending and stretching and getting a child into the carseat of an SUV, skirts are just out of the question)…I have to make sure that whatever I wear camoflages spills and spit up, has pockets for keys, toys, or the occasional wipe that has no trash can to throw in at the moment.  No belts…you don’t want to be scratching those precious little legs resting at your hips, and tops must be able to withstand grabbing little hands and wiggly little bodies so that there are no unfortunate wardrobe malfunctions in the parking lot of Target.  After examining every blouse, tank, tee, button up….I end up with the standard jeans and t-shirt, and it PISSES me off to no end!

I always swore that I would never be one of “those moms” who didn’t care about their appearance or didn’t take care of the way they look.  I say this now wholeheartedly….I COMPLETELY apologize to those moms…because I have become one of you.  I realize now that it’s not you that chooses to wear the uniform of moms, but it’s you’re dailey duties of child rearing that designate your wardrobe.  I understand now….i totally get it.

You know, damn Stacey and Clinton for telling the public that jeans and tees are not appropriate day wear.  Sometimes you just have to do what your situation demands. 

But….I do see a light….I see a walking, self feeding, potty trained little person in the future…I see a day where I can once again wear those cute slingbacks or wedges during the day, or the occasional skirt and strapless top.  But until then, the fight will continue and you may have won the battle today, closet, but the war is not over…..and one day…ONE day….I will win.

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Posted by: diapersanddivas | July 5, 2009

Boob Juice

While I was pregnant, I read and read and read till my eyes bled (hey, that rhymes!) about breastfeeding. I knew that it was something I was interested in trying it for the benefits it provided my baby with, but wanted to know more about it. After finding out all of the great benefits for me and my baby, I was ready to give this thing a whirl. I set a goal to breastfeed for a minimum of 3 months. I really wanted to push it to 6 months if my baby and I could hack it, but I figured we’d see how the first 3 went first and go from there.

Well, here we are after 3 months. My son, let’s call him “WEB” and I had a pretty easy breastfeeding run, but I’m tired of having bazooka boobs. One of the first signs I had that I was pregnant a year ago was that my boobs were super duper sore and swollen. I went from a 36D to almost a 36DD while I was pregnant. Now, after 3 months of serving up boob juice, I am easily a 38F. I know my husband enjoys them, but my back hurts. I’m tired of wearing these ugly nursing bras (I don’t care how much itchy lace you put on a bra, there’s nothing cute about a bra that has snap flaps) with a tank top with a shelf bra over it just to make sure that my boobs aren’t touching my knees.

I have to admit, when I first started thinking about weaning, I felt selfish. I have had no problems breastfeeding. WEB and I got the hang of it right away. It wasn’t until the last week or two that it has gotten painful, but that’s only because he has gotten stronger and gets a little rough when he’s super hungry (and it seems like he’s like that all the time now). He has also discovered gripping and pinching, and I don’t think I’ll ever get used to his little hands grabbing a handful of my boob at his 3am feeding and squeezing as hard as he can. So not only do I end up with sore nipples, but bruises or pinch marks too!

It doesn’t help that everything I read comments on how we are one of the few cultures that stops breastfeeding before your baby turns a year old. My main reason for breastfeeding was to help prevent allergies and asthma for WEB since I have both pretty badly. I think he’ll have gotten a good majority of the benefits to help prevent those through 3 months of nursing. Quite honestly, it’s a little weird to see a kid moving his mom’s blouse up so he can get under it to get some boob juice. I saw a couple of moms breastfeeding their sentence speaking child at Disneyland recently and it was just plain odd. I guess that’s where our culture has me brain washed too… It’s funny how things have changed since we were babies and since our parents were babies. There is so much more information out there now thanks to modern science, but it’s more of a matter of what’s en-vogue at the moment.

I have resolved to wean my babe off of my boob juice. By the time I complete the weaning process, I will have nursed for about 4 months. That’s not too shabby in my book.

Posted by: diapersanddivas | July 5, 2009

Turning 1 drains your bank account…

OK….granted….I don’t remember my first birthday party at all….but when did it become necessary to through huge bashes for a one year old!?!  I mean…to reiterate…you don’t remember your first birthday AT ALL!  My DH and I have always been the ones to kind of go against the grain when it came to these huge parties….well….at least the grain of what normally goes on the east coast.  I only say the east coast cuz when I was in Cali…I never heard of all this outrageousness.    Families rent catering halls for birthdays, graduation parties, christenings, showers of all types….and the number of people and amount of gifts!!!  OMG!  We’re going to invite our second cousins three times removed….even though we don’t know them or don’t really like them because if we don’t…they’ll tell our first cousinswho will tell our great aunts and there is a whole HULLABULLOO about why someone wasn’t invited!!  Our engagement party was at our house, we only invited close friends and aunts and uncles to my baby shower, our christening was just his sister’s family (3) and his parents…..so how did we get so caught up in a HUGE party of 50+ people, plus about 15 kids, for my son, H’s,  first birthday?

It definitely started out being a small party…at our house, a nice BBQ, close friends, some family, with some kids…and it kept growing and growing.  We got a tent for the backyard, old friends kept popping up on facebook that we would invite, we met some neighbors with kids…and next thing you know…50 people, 15 kids.  As crazy as it got, as big as it got, i have to admit that i couldn’t help getting caught up in the planning, the decorating.  And the closer the party got, the more i wanted to do.  More decorations, fancier cake, more food, lets make margaritas, sangria, wine, beer, (wait…isn’t this a kids party?)  I saw H getting bigger and bigger and taking those first little steps and the party just followed, getting bigger and bigger….

I hold my head now and look at my credit card bill and wonder “WTF was i thinking?”  But every time i look at those pics, look at the cake i made for him, look at how much fun he had….it was all worth it.  I mean yeah, he’s not going to remember a damn thing from it….but we will.  He’s growing so big, and so fast….i mean….it’s been a YEAR!  A YEAR!!  That party wasn’t for him, i realize,…it was for US!  And gosh darned it…we deserve it!! It was a huge pat on the back saying “Holy crap! We made it through a year of parenting and H is still here!! And healthy! And happy! And by God if he doesn’t still smile at me when I go to get him in the morning, even if i tortured him by making him nap, not letting him watch one more episode of Micky Mouse, or didn’t catch him in time when he toddled.  It’s been a year….and he still loves me!”

So…throw the big party, have TWO pieces of cake, toast to your child’s first birthday.  Cuz damnit if you don’t deserve it, Mommas!

Posted by: diapersanddivas | July 3, 2009

Let’s take a ride….

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This is a story about 2 best friends living on 2 different coasts, raising their kids together via text messaging.  We’re just 2 quasi-normal, sexy as hell, fun-loving chicks, Heather and Lani, and we’re trying to get along with life as best we can.  Juggling marriage, careers and lack thereof, raising kids, making new friends, struggling to keep up with old ones, and trying to find 5 minutes in the day to catch up with sleep can get the best of you.  With your sounding board clear on the other side of the country, it’s easy to lose your mind.  Starting this blog was an idea for us to keep in touch with each other, and hopefully for us to share our experiences, thoughts, and opinions with each other as well as with you. So what happens on this site is what we send via text, where pretty much anything goes…from shit to shopping, boobs to boots, Disney to diapers, and everything in between!  We’ll have fun with this and hopefully y’all do to!  Enjoy the ride, people!

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