SuperMom and the thrill seeker...

There are certain things that are inevitable as the mom of two little boys. Scrapes, bumps, bruises and other miscellaneous boo-boos are very high on that list. However, this does not keep me- as a mom- from trying to protect my lil guys.

Which is exactly what I was doing when I reprimanded Ethan for the sixth time. One-year-old curiousity had him climbing up and STANDING ON his little riding truck. You know, the kind of truck that is meant to be ridden or pushed by toddlers learning to walk and run... NOT STOOD ON by a baby who thinks he's a surfer dude hanging ten.

But, that's what the blood of my blood was doing. He would steady his little feet and stand straight up. As I surveyed the room, I saw the hardwood floor... the dresser drawer corner sticking out... the door facing... the toy chest with sharp corners... any number of things that could mean a trip to the freezer to retrieve boo-boo bear or worse, a call to the doc's office.

So, needless to say, I was attempting to make him STOP standing on this toy for his own safety and my sanity. But, my attempts were in vain, as throughout the day, he repeatedly would find and stand on this toy.

My husband was walking next to me as we turned the corner and saw him again standing on this truck. But, this time we must have startled him. He flipped off the toy and fell a good foot and a half to the floor... rolling flat onto his back as his head hit the hardwood.

I fought my first urge to run and scoop him up and soothe those bumps, as I said to my hubby with vindication "ha... that'll teach him... let him cry." After all, I tried and tried to get him to stop.

He laid there startled and motionless staring up at the ceiling for only a moment, before breaking into the biggest baby grin and SQUEAL. He clapped his hands and kicked his feet into the air jovially as he relished this moment. It was as if, in his baby way, he was saying "totally awesome rush, let's do it again."

And sadly, that's exactly what he did.

SuperMom finds a mess...

It all started with a time-out for Lance. The vivacious two-year-old just can't resist playing in our bedroom, which is off-limits.. so it landed him right back in his crib.

One-year-old Ethan was toddling around the house in and out of Lance's room. I was picking up the living room (for the fourth time that day.) After about five minutes, I felt a little grab on my leg and Ethan was peering up at me... SOAKING WET! His little ringlets were dripping water on my freshly swept hardwood floor.

I knew the door to the bathroom was tightly closed (you learn some things the hard way) and I hadn't heard water splashing anywhere else. So, I followed the little guy back to Lance's room.

When we opened the door, the floor beside the door had a puddle, there was a puddle directly underneath the crib and water was dripping down the dresser drawers. The first question that came to my mind was "how did a water balloon explode in my son's room?"

So, I looked at Lance with my best tell-me-what-happened-or-else face and very calmly asked "Lance, why is your room all wet?"

Lance slowly pulls his sippie "cuppie" out from behind his back...takes a big suck of water... and SPEWS it towards me! He then immediately takes another mouthful and says "I made a meth (mess)" as water dribbles down his shirt.

It's these moments as a mother that leave me in a quandary... I want to laugh at him... No, I want to absolutely roll on the floor at the thought that this two year old rebel rouser has been spitting water on his innocent little brother for the past five minutes... BUT, at the same time, the "proper" mom in me knows that discipline is in order.

So, what's a mom to do?

Well, I'm not sure what anyone else does... but what I did was close the door before my giggles could escape... walk to my room, make sure the other little one was not around, and laugh... I laughed for a full two minutes before returning to Lance's room to administer his "punishment" of cleaning up his meth.

SuperMom wears a cape...

Yesterday, I had just gotten out of the shower at 4:00 p.m. while the boys were taking a nap. I heard a knock on the door and figured it was probably a salesman (no one ever comes to our house...ever.) So, I sneaked (snuck?) to the window and tried to do the thing where you pull it back ever so gently so the other person can't see you... BUT, they did see me. It was an older lady from church. So, I was CAUGHT.

I had to answer the door wearing nothing but my bath towel. MY BATH TOWEL. Then, because we couldn't stand with the door open, I had to invite her in where she continued to talk to me for ten minutes while I WAS WEARING MY BATH TOWEL!

I can hardly look at her the same now... she's seen more of me than anyone (except my hubby and the people at the beach last summer.) Geez...

SuperMom starts a blog...

My two year old son has started calling everyone "super" ... he's "super lance", his brother is "super ethan" and I have been given the greatest name anyone has ever called me... "SUPER MOM".

I love it. It empowers me to hear him say it. It energizes me when I say it in my head.

So, here goes Super Mom on her great adventure of blogging... Wish me luck!