I am an Only and All I want is an Only (child that is)

I have been saying the same thing for a long time and everyone keeps telling me that I will change my mind but I am telling everyone right now I don’t want any more children. I am very very happy with my one and only Daylan. I am not really sure why everyone thinks that just because I am a mom that I automatically want to have a gaggle of children running around me.

I love my son to death but I also love my life and my freedom and individuality. I love taking trips with my girlfriends every year and going out with my friends on occasion. I am seriously loving the fact that Daylan is getting older and is potty trained and I don’t have to spend the extra money on diapers and don’t even get my started on formula. I don’t miss any of those things.

Mommy Your Not My Friend

"MOMMY YOUR NOT MY FRIEND" my three year old proclaimed one fine day. I was taken aback and I had to stop and think for a second and at that moment I said to him in my mommy voice "I don't want to be your friend I am your Mommy". He looked shocked because he had meant to use those words to get his way as if him not being my friend was going to make me magically change my mind and let him do whatever it is he wanted to do but it didn't work. At that moment I made the clear distinction with my three year old that mommy was mommy and even if he unfriended me I would still be his mommy and I would still be in charge.

I decided that I didn't want to be one of those parents that later down the road had the crazy teen and was so busy trying to be their friend that I allow them to get lost to the streets and all the other craziness of the world. Now I am not saying that not being your child's friend is going to make you have this terrific child but it will make your child understand that their is a clear definition between friend and parents. A long time ago when I was about three I had proclaimed to my mom that I wasn't going to be her friend either and she said to me "That's fine you will need me before I need you" and a few minutes later after she had went to buy herself an ice cream cone I decided that I needed to be her friend again so I could get me one. Guess I did need her before she needed me.

It's My Life and Im Sticking to It

(Single, Sassy and loving it in pregnancy and even right after giving birth 4 months to be exact. I cut my hair, threw on a my old maternity shirt, turned it into a dress and headed out on the town)

So this post has been bottled up inside me for a long time but I think it is truly time to get it out and just put it all out on the line for you all. I not so recently realized that marriage is not for everyone and that sometimes being single is not such a bad thing. I also realized that just because I am a single mom doesn’t mean I have to have people pity me and feel sorry for my child because he doesn’t have a daddy in the house (as a note all men are not created equal in terms of fathering so in some cases children may be better off with just mom).

Don’t Touch Your Pee Pee

So I have recently seen an increased interest in my son’s fascination with his pee pee. Now I know that any mom with son’s knows that little boys are drawn to their pee pee’s every time they are undressed. I wouldn’t be so concerned about it if my son didn’t squeeze it so incredibly hard. I have to constantly tell him stop squeezing it like that as the color drains from it. I am thinking to myself if you squeeze that thing any harder it’s going to fall right off.

I am sure you all think I am overacting but when I say he squeezes it I mean a Jaws of Life grip on it. Because of this I had a terribly hard time with potty training right at first especially trying to get him to pee standing up. He would squeeze his pee pee so tight that he couldn’t even pee it was ridiculous. I was convinced that my son would be peeing sitting down for the rest of his life but because of a great thing I like to call daycare and seeing other little boy’s his age go standing up he miraculously stopped squeezing his pee (he still handles it all the time when he isn’t fully clothed), and started peeing standing up.

Not only does squeezing his pee drive me crazy but the wanting to touch his pee pee and then give me some food. I am like seriously kid you think its okay to put your hands all over your pee pee and then give me some food and I am suppose to smile and accept it and eat it. I am sorry little guy but you can keep that to yourself. Just from this I can already tell that having a boy will be a real adventure.

Can anyone tell me how many times I used the word pee pee in this post…LOL…?

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Mr. Independent: Coping with My Child's Growing Independence

Daylan turned 3 only a few weeks ago and it’s as if he has totally come into his own and doesn’t really need me as much anymore. Every single day he becomes more and more independent telling me “Mommy just walk away…I can do it”. It’s crazy because it seems like just yesterday that I as telling my mom I can’t wait until he can walk and talk because babies sure are boring.

A Moment in Time

No I am not your average run of the mill mom but I am a crazed picture hound. I love taking pictures and I love having my picture taken. I believe that a picture last forever even if your memory fades (that is of course if your house doesn’t burn down and they all get lost). Anyway I got an overwhelming response on the two pregnancy pics that I put up in a blog post so I figured I would give you guys the full on photo shoot. I was inspired by the Vanity Fair cover with Demi Moore when she was pregnant.

I truly believe on documenting everything through pictures and videos. Before my son was born I took pictures every single day of things that I was doing and when I got pregnant I took even more pictures. By the time my son had arrived I decided that I would document his entire first year of life in pictures. I set out to take a picture a day of him for a year and now three years later I have 10,000+ pictures of my son ( I told you I was photo crazed).

I would recommend that every pregnant woman do a pregnancy photo shoot. These photo shoots don’t have to cost you hundreds of dollars mine was actually free. I found my photographer on Myspace and to be safe I took a male friend with me. My photographer and his wife turned out to be top notch people and the pictures turned out great. Why you may ask was it free well he was building his portfolio and wanted to show a range of photos that he could do so he offered to do pregnancy photos for free. I am sure that all of you can probably find a new local photographer that will me willing to comp your pictures but if all else fail find a reasonable photographer and get them done. You won’t regret it.

(the photos may look like I am in topless but I promise you that I am not I had a tube top type bra on that they hid very well up under my arms)***If you are in the Bay Area I and want pics done I will give you my photographers information please just leave a comment and I will get back to you personally.

The Ugly Truth: Pregnancy Sucks Part II

(me again)

We pulled to the bright shiny lights of what else a Casino. Not only a casino but a casino in the middle of nowhere land. I had not way to get back home I was stuck. My mom reasured me that she was only going to be playing with a twenty and that as soon as it was gone we would head home. I as furious but really how long can twenty dollars go in a casino. Well to my surprise my mom only plays the penny machines and twenty dollars goes along way on a penny machine. Do you know how many pennies are in a twenty dollar bill....lets see how about 2,000 pennies.

The Ugly Truth: Preganacy Sucks Part I

(Yeah that's me all smiles)

This past Sunday was my son Daylan's birthday and it got me thinking about when I was pregnant with him and how much I hated it. I love my son to death but wished that I could have bypassed the pregnancy part altogether. The truth is pregnancy sucked it wasn't all beautiful like some would have lead you to believe. I didn't feel more enlightened and spiritual, I felt fat, bloated and constipated most of the time actually.

I was 22 when I got pregnant with my son and I was at the beginning of my Coast Guard career. I had big plans and was ready to set sail to new adventures and new places. Pregnancy stopped me dead in my tracks. Those adventures and places took a backseat to the reality that I was going to be a mom. I was landlocked the only places I was destined to explore now were through the many travel claims that graced my desk. I could only imagine that I was chasing drug runners from Mexico, providing aid to those struck by disaster, dispensing medicine to foreign countries, laying on beaches at port calls. Pregnancy and motherhood were going to be my new adventure. I was ready, or so I thought.