Using My Noodle

Well, here it is.  My shiny new blog page dedicated to all things Mommy related.  I decided to do this in order to have a sounding board for myself when things seem overwhelming or just plain hysterical.  I haven't been behind the keys of a keyboard in quite some time.  I can't promise that this blog will be riveting, but it will be entertaining.   Mostly it will just be me sounding off about the hilarity of our family life, and giving myself the chance to use the old noodle since it feels like it is dormant most days.

I came up with the title of this blog thinking that I would commit myself to writing a post every Monday.  Hence, the name "Mommy Mondays".  As you can see, it is Thursday.  So, if anyone is out there, I just wanted to make sure that I set your expectations right where they should be.  In other words, Monday can turn into Tuesday... or in this case, Thursday.  Let's not get carried away with the technicalities of me having to keep my promise of posting on a Monday.

On to more important things, let me tell you a little bit about myself... I am a Stay at Home Mom to a beautiful little girl named Rosie.    She is the love of my life and makes every day fun from the time my feet hit the floor.  She is twenty... Okay, I have no idea how old she is.  She will be twenty-four months old on Valentine's Day.  So, that means that she will be twenty-two months old on the 14th of this month.  There!  She is twenty-two months old.

Seriously, does anyone else find it somewhat strange that we refer to our kids' ages in months?  When I leave a conversation, I literally have to do the math on my fingers.  "Okay, so... Her son is like what... a little more than a year and a half?"  It totally boggles my mind.  It is part of the new language I have been learning over the past twenty-two months called Mommy Lingo.

The first lesson I learned in Mommy Lingo, is that you no longer have the need to be on a first name basis with other people.  I am known as Rosie's Mom in all of our playgroups, music and gym classes.  Don't get me wrong, the very first time that someone called me Rosie's Mom, my heart almost exploded with pride.  I swore that was what I wanted to be called forever.

Since joining the ranks of the Stay at Home Moms in town, I bump into the same people time and time again.  And I hate to admit it, but I really don't know anyone's name.  I know all of their children's names, but I am most certainly not on a first name basis with anyone.  As soon as I meet someone, their first name goes directly in one ear and out the other, yet I am able to retain their kid's name with no problem whatsoever.  There has to be something wrong with that.  Preggo Brain?  Probably.  Anti-Social Issues?  Also a probability.

Anyway, I am Rosie's Mom.  And she is the love of my life.  However, when Rosie turns twenty-four months old, we will be welcoming a new member into our family.  I am expecting on February 21st, only seven short days after Rosie's 2nd birthday.  Needless to say, our household is about to experience a whole lot more crazy.  And I can't wait for every bit of it.