Parenting: Theory vs. Practice - Part 1

As much as I LOVE television, the Saint and I both agreed that we would follow the latest research and not allow the twins to watch television before they were 2.

This promise lasted two months.

Actually, the first few months we were so busy being in loving awe of them, it never crossed our minds to park them in front of the tube. But The Saint went back to work on Wednesday and the promise came to a quick end.

Like three minutes after she left.

So, don't be surprised if you walk by and hear the faint but dreadfully annoying sounds of children's music streaming from our house.

The Backyardigans are our new best friends. They will always be followed by a healthy dose of '80's alternative.


- The 2nd Mommy

Dammit!

I can't find the blog post that was almost ready to go, so you only get the first line of it:

The house no longer smells of Desitin and despair.

You can fill in the rest for this week. Mama needs a break....


- The 2nd Mommy

Secret Confessions of a Second Mommy

I am bidding farewell to my beloved VW Convertible Beetle at the end of the month. While it is going to a good a home, I am not looking forward to parting with what has become a defining piece of me.

Or so I thought.

We bought a 2007 Buick Rendevouz a few weeks ago, a compromise I begrudgingly made. Hell had to freeze over, thaw out and then freeze again before I agreed to a minivan, the blazing badge of suburban motherhood. (I feared that our GPS would only take us to soccer fields and PTA meetings.) It's black, kind of sporty, has tinted back windows and in excellent condition.

As much as I want to hate it, I actually enjoy driving it.

I am no longer a tiny speck on the road. True, I enjoyed watching people punch each other when I drove by, but the Buick gives me real sense of power. Compared to the Beetle, I sit so high above the road I feel like I am flying a plane (sadly, The Saint refuses to wear a flight attendant uniform or serve me coffee while I am pilo-...driving).

And I no longer stick out. I blend, which means if someone cuts me off, I can tailgate, flip them off and then disappear in traffic. No more pretending to be a nice, peace-loving hippie chick. The bitch is back! But only when I am driving solo, of course. I would never do that with babies in the car.

I will wait until they are five and can truly appreciate the colorful language and high speeds.....

- The 2nd Mommy

I Like Captions

Here is a glimpse of why Andrew and Cooper will have baby books and photo albums that are actually somewhat entertaining: photo captions!




Andrew is bringing sexy back. Cooper isn't so sure.




Cooper is at that adorable stage where he will eat anything!




Every time a binky is used, an angel gets his wings.




Andrew, the cunning international pacifier thief, always waits for his victims to fall asleep before he strikes!




Cooper Claus!





Um, this Santa has had one too many...

-The 2nd Mommy