Our house hunt is my greatest frustration at the moment. Since January we have been very actively looking for a good fit for our family. And, since January we have been shot down again and again. Six, not one, not three… six offers have been outbid by other buyers. That’s right, multiple offers, most above asking price, have been placed on every home we have been interested in. I just want a home!

Through all this house searching I have begun to realize that this process is very much like dating — if you are always dating the wrong guy.

The different kinds of houses you may date (and I have dated them all):

There are the homes that never get the call back after the first date. It was just never going to work out — nothing in common, coming from different places, not in the same league.  It’s not me… it really is you.

There are the homes that sweep you off your feet. You jump in too quickly (with a bunch of others) and your heart gets broken. Jerks.

There are the homes that get to meet the parents. You think this really could be the one, you want your parents blessing…it just feels right. But then you don’t get the commitment. That super serious feeling wasn’t mutual. Heartbroken.

There are the homes that fit the need. You aren’t in love. You aren’t even in lust. You just realize it could work, for awhile. But they want more. They always want MORE. And you just aren’t willing to give more for that home.

There are the homes you think you can change. Sure they look rough, don’t match who you are, make your family and friends feel uncomfortable. But it can change. You can surely change it. Oh, who are we kidding….some things never really change.

I am not sure one of these failed housing relationships is better than the other. They all end in the same result — no home for the Kuhnells. And so we continue the search.

The truth is I am SO TIRED of this process (our saintly realtor might be the one person more motivated to find us a home than we are). I pray for patience in the process and I pray for our home to come on the market. Soon. I hope.

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No peace

by sarah on April 23, 2013 · 0 comments

Being a mom means so many things. But the one thing no mother can deny is that it means you will never be alone. My son, and now daughter, are constantly at my side. This is especially true when I would like a moment of peace. Just a few minutes to have “alone time”. But my title of “Mom” comes with the reality check that my time is not my own. Ever.

 

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The truth is I have been told that I will miss this time. I am sure I will to some degree. But in those moments where I just want some peace, some time all by myself, it is hard for me to imagine it.

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Fro-yo

by sarah on April 21, 2013 · 0 comments

Frozen yogurt is no joke in our house. We are seriously in love with the stuff. Just writing about it makes me itch for summer days that end in trips to grab a cold treat.

We experienced one, relatively, warm day and we ran to grab a treat. Yum. Augie’s intensity during consumption says it all:

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The truth is I love Fro-yo and I love that my kid does too :)

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The Dirty of Motherhood

by sarah on April 11, 2013 · 0 comments

I am forever blown away by the pretty images of motherhood. You see them everywhere. Gorgeous models running along a beach with their children in vacation destination TV commercials, perfectly dressed moms and kids in fashion spreads throughout magazine pages, even cleaning product ads show smiling mothers tidying up the messes their precious children have creatively made. Spoiler alert. Motherhood isn’t always all that pretty.

Today I stood in a handicapped bathroom stall holding my dress over my head so that I could pump three pathetic ounces of milk for my child. The pump rested between my feet on the floor while I tried to manage the tubes, cords and cups of the system and avoid any contact with the oh-so-not-clean surfaces that make up public restroom stalls. So not pretty.

Yesterday I had to clean the #2 out of my son’s pants because he couldn’t be bothered to make it to a toilet. The deposit was so big that it clogged the pot and I spent a significant amount of time plunging my way into despair over the very un-pretty and rather dirty things that can be parts of motherhood.

And have you ever had another adult try and discipline or scold your child in public? It’s not only embarrassing, aggravating and frustrating — it’s rather ugly and dirty feeling as well.

There are a lot of dirty, un-pretty, really hard parts of motherhood.

While I certainly want to avoid these negative parts as much as possible, it is a little bothersome that everyone pretends they don’t exist. Or, if they do exist, that they are somehow so hilarious and funny. Isn’t it a hoot that my kid crapped his pants. Ha ha ha…NO. Just like every other aspect of life, being a mother isn’t always picture perfect. I would put money on me punching anyone who attempted to document with photos some of my days as a mom.

A real mother doesn’t take a stain stick and smile while blotting out the chocolate ice cream that was dropped on the perfectly pressed white shirt her child is wearing. A real mother would 1) never have put a child in a white shirt then hand him ice cream and 2) never have a stain stick always at the ready, prepared to fight clothing filth one spot at a time. Real mothers turn the shirt around so the kid doesn’t freak out over the stain. Or maybe they throw a sweatshirt over the top of it… because nobody would be the wiser.

While being a mom is THE most rewarding thing that I have ever experienced, it is also, by far, the dirtiest. There isn’t a day where I don’t feel worn and filthy at some point. Snotty nosed three-year-olds take aim at shirt sleeves, breastfeeding babies know how to avoid burp cloths, and then there is the business of where little hands have been and what they like to touch (you).

The truth is I will continue to be baffled by the pretty motherhood imagery that surrounds me daily. And I will continue to work hard overcoming the constant dirtiness of my personal motherhood experience. Off to wipe a face or two… it’s my job.

 

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Truth in Breastfeeding

by sarah on April 8, 2013 · 3 comments

Before having Augie I wasn’t sure what to expect from breastfeeding. I basically approached breastfeeding thinking two things – 1) It was the “right” thing to do for my child  (because I had been told this by multiple sources and 2) I wanted to give it my best shot, but wasn’t going to put too much pressure on myself if it didn’t work out. And now that I am two kids deep into the process, there is SO much more I think about the topic. So I thought I might share some of my thinking with you.

  • Moo. – Breastfeeding makes you feel like a cow. I don’t care if you are burning calming candles, wearing your child in a sling and forgoing bras and deodorant to provide the most natural experience for your child — YOU will still be reduced down to a set of nipples and a clock telling you when to whip them out. It’s the way it works.
  • The process is time consuming. – Here is a quick glimpse of my morning today as it relates to breastfeeding. Meret woke up earlier than expected at 5:45am. I kept shoving a pacifier in her mouth until about 6am, hoping she would stretch out so my master schedule of feeding times would still work — it didn’t. At 6am I fed her on both sides. So much milk was coming out that she kept choking, leaving me covered in milk and one screaming baby. I showered, which led to more let-down of milk. I then had to track down breast pads to wear in my bra so that I wouldn’t leak all over my clothing when more milk came in (because it always does come in). Because the schedule was thrown off, I had to add in a pumping session before I left for work. At 8am I stood over the counter in the kitchen with my robe thrown open pumping. Augie stood below me asking me what I was “squirting”. I (for the 100th time) explained that I was making milk for Meret so she would have something to eat later. He seemed satisfied and went back to his Cheerios. I finished pumping, made a bottle that I had to store in a cooler bag for the sitter, cleaned all the pump parts and packed the pump away so I could take it to work with me… to pump again in another 3-4 hours. Breastfeeding is a job.
  • It is a private thing you will have to do publicly. – I have had to pump and/or feed in the following places: in a bathroom stall, in the car, on a plane, in an airport, at a Starbucks, at a restaurant table, in my bedroom, in my bathroom, in my family room, in my kitchen, on an Epcot bench, while walking (this was a HUGE challenge), while sitting in the park in the grass, while sitting on a friend’s bed, … if the baby is hungry or the boobs are full, you find a place.
  • You will feel unclean through the process. – It doesn’t matter how many showers I take, how many layers of protection I put in place, how much effort I extend to avoid it — I will always feel like I am covered and smell like milk. Babies are messy little creatures. They like to whip their heads around while holding your breast in their mouth. They like to spit up in the opposite direction from where you are holding the burp cloth. You will become self conscious that people smell breast milk on you. You will be paranoid.
  • Your freezer will never be big enough. – Unless you never leave your child ever (in which case you may want to consider a break — seriously) you will need to have some stored milk on hand. “Liquid Gold” is what they call it. It is. And just like gold, you have to store it in a safe place. This place happens to be your freezer. Because milk takes up space you will soon find yourself debating whether you should get rid of the “Liquid Gold” or the frozen peas. Is it the tub of ice cream or three future meals for your baby. Here is a hint… you will not be eating ice cream for awhile — the baby always wins.
  • Your boobs will feel different until you stop. – Everyone knows that in the beginning your breasts go through a lot of changes as they become engorged, preparing for the real process of breastfeeding to begin. But nobody ever talks about the fact that these twinges, fullness, slight pains, etc. last the entire time you breastfeed. You won’t have a day where you won’t be keenly aware that your breasts are a tool to feed your child. You can’t take a day off from breastfeeding without serious consequences to your breasts. You will be reminded in odd moments that your boobs are needed by your baby. Perhaps it’s sitting an hour and a half into a movie — your breasts will get a tingle and fill. Maybe you have finished a rough feeding with your little one and your nipples will ache and shoot with pain from the gumming that took place. You may hear a baby cry in the mall and your breasts will let down. Every day you will feel the process of breastfeeding.
  • Your lingerie will be ugly. – They make “pretty” nursing bras — but they are about as functional as platform sneakers. Your go-to bras will be nude colored, cotton and lacking much of the support you would typically seek. But they will allow quick access, easy cleaning and a consistent milk supply. Perky, pretty boobs covered in beautiful lingerie are in the future and the past — never in the breastfeeding present.

There are so many more things to share. But like most of parenting, they are things you just have to experience for yourself.

What it boils down to is that breastfeeding is hard work. But like any other thing that relates to your child — it’s work you are not only willing to do, but will likely want to do. I acknowledge that breastfeeding isn’t for everyone (it’s just not, and that is OK), but it is right for me.

The truth is, ugly bras, milk shirts, painful nipples and embarrassing Starbucks visits haven’t stopped me yet. It’s just part of this rewarding challenge that is motherhood.

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Isn’t that a pisser.

by sarah on March 26, 2013 · 1 comment

I have shared before about my beautiful son’s inability (or defiance) when it comes to performing #2 successfully ONLY on the potty. It causes me no small amount of daily grief and frustration. But there are two reasons I have always held hope that he will succeed at some point – 1) Kids don’t graduate high school still pooping their pants and 2) he has no issues successfully making it to the toilet for all his #1 needs.

Well, that is until last week. It was a very rainy day and I was holding the door for Augie to walk into his preschool. I looked down at him and noticed that his pants were two different tones of the color blue — only not where you would expect rain to have soaked his clothing. The cuffs of his pants were fine, but his crotch was all sorts of dark blue. In some lame attempt to unembarrass myself (because, let’s be honest, Augie couldn’t care less) I proclaimed, “Oh, Augie, did you fall in a puddle? Come on. We’ll clean you up in the bathroom.” Ha! Who was I kidding.

I quickly swept Augie into the little boys room and asked him the stupidest parent question ever asked, “Why did you have an accident?” For the record,  you will NEVER get an answer that makes any sense, or matters. Augie just smiled and said he needed new pants. Well DUH child! Luckily our smart preschool requires each child to carry a change of clothing in his/her backpack at all times (you think they have dealt with this before?). So I changed Augie into his completely unattractive “back-up” outfit and hurried him into his classroom. Episode over…or so I thought.

Upon pick-up, Augie bounded from his classroom proclaiming, “I LOVE SCHOOL!” and jumped into my arms. I gave him a squeeze and then rushed him out to the car. As I loaded all nearly 40lbs of him into his car seat I felt something wet. It was only then that I realized his shiny track pants weren’t only shiny by design, they were piss-shiny. And the accident day continued. With nothing to change him into — Augie rode home in his pee pants.

I was worried. It wasn’t like my little guy to have any accidents let alone two before noon. But I figured he was just preoccupied or had too much milk for breakfast. Surely this was all behind us.

At home it not only didn’t get better — it got way worse. Two more accidents sealed my worrying ways. I called the nurse and she suggested I watch him the rest of the day and then call for an appointment in the morning if it continued. So I watched.

When I went to pick up Augie from preschool the following day I assumed it was just a freak one day pee festival. But peeking a glance through the classroom window I noted that Augie was wearing a darling navy blue shirt with some fugly brown denim pants. Yep — the backup pants. He had done it again. So I called and made an appointment.

At the doctors I wrestled my son’s aim into a collection cup and bribed participation with stickers. I listened to a doctor in the practice tell me that I should put pull-ups on my son (who has never worn pull-ups) and that maybe he is constipated (I explained he wasn’t). Then we left.

I was so torn. On the one hand I was angry as anything at my capable three-year-old for pissing his pants five times in two days. Come on kid — we’re done with that stuff. But on the other hand I was terrified that something was the matter with him. What if he was sick?

The doctor’s office called two days later to tell me the urine sample was fine — no sugar, no infection, nothing unusual. Augie was just … well… three.

We continued to Miralax the kid in case he was backed up (he wasn’t) and encouraged potty time a little more than usual. And the accidents stopped (let me rephrase that… the #1 accidents stopped).

The truth is it is SUPER annoying to have your kid peeing all over the place. But it is also super scary when your child seems to regress in one area. Who knows why Augs decided to have a soaking pants kind of day. Certainly not this laundry loathing momma. But I am grateful it wasn’t anything serious. So so grateful. Now, how to get him to stop having the other kind of accident…

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“Yanks Pal.”

by sarah on March 25, 2013 · 2 comments

I wish you could freeze the language of a child… without the obvious downside of hindering his development. Because the way a child creates phrases and manipulates words is sentence upon sentence of pure entertainment. As a three-year-old, Augie makes me laugh more than Mindy Kaling, Tina Fey and Aziz Ansari combined (lots of prime-time TV lovin’ going on right there).

So, what are these hilarious things he says? (Remember… I am the mom, so they are infinitely more hilarious to me).

- The other day I handed Augie his lunch. Without looking up from the table he says, “Yanks Pal.” … Totally cool. Like he was 30 and his buddy had just handed him a beer.

- “Maybe, for sure.” — This phrase is thrown around a lot. He uses it when I ask him to grab me a burp cloth or even after he has just asked me for something… like, “I need some ice cream cones. Maybe, for sure.” Convincing, isn’t it.

- “It’s just sumpin’.” Hey Augie, what are you doing? What is that?  “Oh, it’s just sumpin’.”

- “Hi, little cutie Momma!” — I let him say this often. Anyone who declares me “little” and “cute” gets pretty much whatever he wants.

- “I’m the number three!” — One day he just started saying it like he had finally put it together. He wasn’t just saying “three” he was understanding that he was the NUMBER three. It apparently made a big difference to him.

“We need a mouse-ca-tool!” — He loves Mickey Mouse Clubhouse on YouTube and whenever we get in a situation or I am looking for something he declares that we need a “Mouse-ca-tool!” then explains (in some gibberish) how we will do whatever needs done. It’s actually kind of fun to see his little mind problem solve while his mouth spews funny, often nonsensical, suggestions.

The truth is someday soon “Yanks!” will be “Thanks” and I won’t have to guess what Augie is rambling about. But until then I will appareciate my daily dose of funny in the form of a three-year-old’s language.

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Working

by sarah on March 21, 2013 · 2 comments

I knew before having Meret that I would have to jump back into the working world sooner than I did with Augie. When you freelance you have to stay on the radar — or you don’t exist. So I have kept in touch and kept my feelers “feeling” during these weeks after Meret was born. And I guess it paid off, because I have a potential gig that would provide about six weeks of work. I write guess because this payoff is very bittersweet.

Which six weeks of my child’s life do I feel like missing right now? Is it the week where she gives her first belly laugh — the one that brings tears to my eyes because I know those laughs will be shared in the happiest moments of her life. Is it the week where she rolls over — that motion that takes her just that much closer to freedom of movement. Can I negotiate with an 11-week-old to only perform milestones between the hours of 7pm and 7am? Do I really want to gift these life changing moments (because they are changing a life — hers) to an hourly waged babysitter, no matter how lovely she may be?

The other side of this is the fact that I enjoy working, when the work is good. I enjoy adult conversations and having a real purpose for getting dressed in something other than yoga pants. I like being professionally challenged in a positive way. And we all like getting paid. Providing for your family feels good. Just, maybe, not yet.

I know that most moms, not some… most, have to go back to work long before all the milestone moments are shared. It’as not a woe-is-me situation here. It’s a wishing-I-could-put-this-off situation. It’as a pumping-at-work-is-embarrassing situation. It’s a my-heart-is-full-and-I-don’t-want-to-miss-this situation. It’s life.

The truth is there is no win-win when it comes to motherhood and working (sorry Sheryl Sandberg and Marissa Mayer…there just isn’t). Just like there is no win-win for stay-at-home-motherhood either. Motherhood is hard and comes with hard choices, no matter the chosen paths taken.

 

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Happy Pi Day (nerds)

by sarah on March 14, 2013 · 1 comment

I am not a big math nerd but I think it is pretty cool that today is Pi Day!

A far more creative mother than I would be doing something cool to celebrate… sometime like this:

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But, I am me (Hello!) and so I will just say, “Happy Pi Day!”… and maybe eat a piece or two.

Any interest in learning more about Pi, check this out http://www.piday.org/

The truth is I never fully embraced math. But Pi is cool and if you write out Pi (3.14) mirrored… it spells PIE. Mind blown!

 

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Farm Life

by sarah on March 13, 2013 · 0 comments

Not sure if I have mentioned it before, but I get really freaked out by that single bright light that dangles above the doors of barns way out in the country. You’ll be driving along long, barren stretches of dark farmland and then, POW!, a single, eery, glowing light stuck to the side of a barn. This is just one of my fears of farms.

I love the bucolic scenery of a farm from afar – rolling pastures, furry animals grazing, trees blowing in the gentle wind. But the reality of living with needy animals, the isolation of being so far from a Target and the smell…well, it overwhelms me and makes me feel anxious.

Augie, however, LOVES farms. And recently he has been talking non-stop about needing to go visit a farm. Specifically he would like to visit his Uncle Bubsy and Aunt Jane’s farm. Today in the car I sat through 30 minutes of Augie declaring his “need” to go visit Bubsy’s farm, get pumpkins, see animals, etc.

The truth is it’s 35 degrees outside. Even if I had easy access to a local farm, I have less than zero desire to go outside and traipse around one. And so I will continue to try and encourage my kiddo’s love for farm living from the comforts of our home. Hopefully we can focus on those romantic aspects of farm life and avoid the scary ones (like that barn light I mentioned before!).

 

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