This post is going to be all over the place. Prepare yourself.
Mootsie is going through a mega-bad mommy phase right now. She won't let dad do anything (Except push her on the swing. Apparently, I don't push high enough), so by Saturday I was more than ready for a little alone time. I went to a matinee -- by myself. I used to do this all the time when I lived in Chicago. Is that weird? I think you're supposed to feel awkward sitting solo in a theater, but not me. Love it. I used to walk around the corner to the Music Box Theater and get lost in whatever independent film was on the screen. Then I'd walk down the block and have coffee while reading a book or magazine. That, my friends, is bliss. So Saturday I went and saw Waitress.
Have you seen it? Go. Right now. I really struggled with the adjustment to motherhood, so this sweet story really struck a cord. There's scene where an exasperated mom, who is being covered in Silly String by her son, says to a very pregnant Keri Russell, "No one tells you how ridiculously hard this is." Amen. So honest, so funny, so good.
Can I just give some props to Parents Magazine? I usually eschew parenting magazines, but something made me pick up a copy of the May issue. It's been a battle to get Mootsie to brush her teeth. We've tried everything imaginable. We've appealed to her sweet tooth with every flavor of kid toothpaste under the sun. We've tried taking turns -- you brush your teeth, mommy brushes your teeth and you brush mommy's teeth and mommy brushes your teeth. No go. We tried tickling her and making a game of it. Nope. Electric Elmo toothbrush. Uh-uh. We even went for a little peer pressure. Joes brushes his teeth. Molly brushes her teeth. I, in a moment of utter frustration, resorted to telling her that if she didn't brush her teeth they would fall out of her head. Didn't care one bit. I even enlisted the pediatrician, asking her to tell Mootsie how important it was to brush her teeth. Her admonishment wasn't quite as authoritative as I hoped and fell on deaf ears. The ped did, however, turn to Jeff and me and suggest one of us hold her while the other pried her mouth open and brushed. Now why didn't we think of that? Ahem. That didn't work about six months ago. Maybe if we had a straight jacket and a pry bar. I actually laughed when I read in Parents that having a child watch in the mirror would make him or her more agreeable to the whole process, but I figured what the heck. Do you know it worked? Like a charm. So crazy that something so simple could end months of struggle.
Um lets see. What else? Oh training for the Chicago Marathon started today. My brother and I are training for it -- he in Costa Rica and me in Indy. Yoo-hoo, Mike. Are you reading this? Get out there and tackle those hills says she from the flat, flat, flat Crossroads of America.
Expect a flurry of posts over the next few days followed by a lull. That just seems like the way it's gonna be. Post like mad and then nothing. That's kind of the way I work.