The Hipster Mom

A PSA: Love Overload!

Sometimes this world breaks my heart in two. Not in a bad way though. More like a heartache at how frightening the world can be and how precious what we have actually is. Sometimes, when I am alone, I reflect on my son, my husband, family and life in general and it will make me so immensely happy I will want to cry. But other times, I get so immensely scared I want to cry. I think the reason is, is that when you have a child to care for, a husband to hold on to for the rest of your life and a family to love and maintain you have everything to lose and you can't help but have this flash in front of your eyes now and then. 

Kids by MGMT

Sometimes being a Hipster Mom can be very emotional. When I was walking to the train this morning I started to cry a little when this MGMT song came on. 

We Love Puffins

Milestone people! Fritz ate his first bowl of cereal on his own this morning. You know what this means? More me time. Feeding a kid is a drag. It's boring and it takes forever. When they can feed themselves it means they are occupied and aren't begging for your attention. One point for mommy. So this morning I got to pleasantly sip my coffee and mess around on the internet. Im happy, Im excited, this is a major step. Thank god it's a good morning because last night was a whole different story. Stay tuned...

The Sweetest Thing

There's nothing like being able to make your kid laugh uncontrollably. Today it's working with: Bawwwwm Bawwwm Bawm- Chick Chickita Chaaaaaa (Otherwise known as that little ditty from Ferris Bueller's Day Off). I literally keep singing this over and over and he can't get enough. Im talking cracking up, side splitting, shit giggles. Seriously, it's kinda the best feeling in the world.

Mama I'm Commin' Home

I went away for approximately 5 days if you count being at work all day today as one of them. With a kid a lot happens in 5 days. In a weird way you almost forget your a mom for a minute. Im not saying I didn't miss the little terror but, I won't speak for everyone, I just don't feel motherly when he's not around. Yes of course I have pics of him on my IPhone and if it comes up, yea I have a kid. But for the most part, vacation is a way to reconnect with your former self and your pre kid relationship with your baby daddy. We found ourselves letting all our home life/kid/work worries go out the window. It felt amazing. On my arrival home today I was thrilled to see Fritz. My motherly instincts kicked in to full gear and I went back to making squish faces and ignoring him as he threw himself on the ground for not getting something he wanted. What surprised me the most though, was that he seemed different. He seemed to be, maybe, mumbling a new word and saying Owch when he bumped into something. He looked bigger and more grown up. In just a mere 5 days things can change...Was it him or me? Maybe I was just more observant and sensitive to his antics because I was relaxed from vacation or maybe he absorbed new qualities at Gramas and actually grew a little. In 5 days? Anyway, its pretty amazing...going on Vacation and being reunited with the little Munchkin butt. It felt so good to get out of the routine and strangely good to jump back into it.

Moments Like This Never Last...

When I returned home from work today Fritz was tearing shit up like a banshee and pretty much screaming over EVERYTHING. So apparently the deal is kids have "new things" every week. This week it's screaming at the top of his tiny lungs, constantly. Good times. He is also always begging to go outside and play in the front of the house which I am usually not into but have succumbed to since now he can open the front door himself (I prefer the backyard). As he was playing out in front of the house it began to rain. While I sat in the doorway for cover he stood there letting the rain fall on him. This is a new experience for him. I kept reiterating the word "Rain, Rain, Rain". It was cute. He was pondering where the drops of water were coming from. When the down pour got heavy he came and sat his little butt next to me and gazed out at the street. Everyone ran inside for cover so we just sat, hung out and watched it pour. We took a few pictures and just chilled. Chill moments are a rarity. So I enjoyed sitting with my son watching the rain fall on our block.