Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Dear Kate,

I had off yesterday when I typically don't, so the kids still had preschool.  To avoid throwing off their new routine too much, I decided to take them as usual and get a few things done that are harder with kids around.  Holy cow!  Do you know how much stuff you can get done in a single day?!  I got caught up on work stuff, did laundry, picked up toys (they didn't reappear!), vacuumed, unloaded the dishwasher, reloaded the dishwasher, went to a store in which I only needed a single item (I was in and out so fast!), went thrift store shopping to find some new jeans (success!), went to Target (and got everything I needed without having to hurry up because the kids were getting to the limit on cart-time), and went grocery shopping!  It was so productive!

The only down side?  I'm a productivity addict.  This hit of productivity is going to throw me into withdrawal as I continue my everyday life as a mother of two.

I just need it,
Bora.

Sunday, March 27, 2016

Dear Kate,

For C's birthday coming up in May, we decided to re-do his room.  Since I can't time out perfectly finding the right bed on Craigslist, we ended up replacing his floor bed with a low loft bed this weekend.  In classic C style, when we showed him the bed set up for the first time, he walked in, silently climbed the ladder and sat on the bed.  He then climbed down, looked at his dad and said stoically, "It's very cool."  Ugh, he is so like his dad.  "I'm so excited," he'll say in near-monotone.  "No, really.  This is awesome."

Guess I won't be making millions by posting Christmas freak-out-excitement videos on YouTube,
Bora.

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Dear Bora,
Did you ever notice how Pintrest gives such an oddly specific window into someone's life.  Take my friend Amy for example.  We have't seen or even really talked to each other in years, but we're friends on Facebook and follow each other on Pintrest.  I noticed yesterday that she had 4 pins about for felt cheese tutorials.  What's up with that, Amy?  Felt cheese?  Or Crystal, who pinned 10 "clean living" recipes and then 2 pins for microwave cake in a cup.  Clearly Lauren is considering a new haircut- probably a bob- based on her most recent 7 pins.  And I noticed Brianna's really into essential oils these days.  It's weird, right?  It's such a limited, but intimate peek into the lives of my acquaintances. It also makes me wonder what glimpses of my life I'm putting out there on Pintrest...
Love,
Kate

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Dear Kate,

Bedtime with an almost 3-year old (who would rather play than sleep) and a 1-year old (who, judging by her screams, thinks sleep is death in disguise) is an affair.  I often wish I could just skip the bedtime mess all together.

Tonight, I got stuck at work for so long that I wasn't home for the bedtime mess.

You know what?  Next time, I'd like the bedtime mess, please.

Love,
Bora.

Dear Kate,

There is nothing like a GI bug to make you resent the child that gave it to you.

There's also nothing like silly baby snuggles to get rid of resentment.

Love,
Bora

Monday, March 21, 2016

Dear Bora,
There are so many things I used to judge parents for, of which I must repent.  Snot crusted noses for one.  I used to think it meant you didn't care about your child.  Now I know there is just no way you can keep up a child's runny nose.  I think K has had a runny nose for about 300 of the last 365 days.  At least we've got her to stop wiping her boogers in her hair.
It's the little things,
Kate

Saturday, March 19, 2016

Dear Kate,

I sometimes wonder if the people that design car seats purposefully make them difficult to clean.  I mean, perhaps they are hoping that when my daughter has a blow out diaper and I am forced to remove the car seat cover to wash it, that I will be so disgusted by the crevices full of Cheerios and graham cracker crumbs, the whitewash of dried baby spit-up that wasn't visible, and the permanent sticky-crumby indents in the car upholstery that I will just decide to chuck the whole thing and buy a new one.

Even at $200 a car seat, they almost achieve that goal every time.

Love,
Bora

P.S.  I used to secretly judge moms with food debris in their cars.  I repent.

Friday, March 18, 2016

Dear Kate,

C often likes to play cooking and baking.  He will turn any of his toys into food and insist that you join him in devouring whatever it is he has turned it into.

Today, he brought me a block and said, "Here is your popcorn sugar cake, Mom.  Enjoy!"  Now, I could only assume that popcorn sugar cake is traditionally served with ice cream, in which case, he did not have to ask me to eat up a second time. Even if it was just pretend, popcorn sugar cake with ice cream is my new favorite dessert.

Ah, boy after my own heart,
Bora

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Dear Kate,

Today is my day off.  Since I've been getting up at 6 AM in order to get myself and the kids ready in time for everyone to get to school and work on time, I was very much looking forward to sleeping a bit later.  With the time change this past weekend, I've had to wake the kids up every day between 6:30 and 6:45 to get them ready.

Guess which baby was kicking me and screaming at 4:30?  And guess which toddler woke up at 5:45 yelling, "I'm awake!"

So much for "sleeping in" until 7 AM,
Bora


Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Dear Kate,

C's new preschool has nap time so I packed one of his 3 blankies (1 car blankie, 1 "special blankie" for night-time, and 1 back-up [now at preschool]).  The school told me that he refused to nap or even lay down on Monday.  The teacher finally got him to lie down when she agreed to read books with him and rub his back if he stayed on the mat. I couldn't get him to talk to me about school on Monday because he was too tired.  But this morning, when I asked if he was going to take a nap at school today, he said in the saddest voice, "Yeah, but they gave my blankie to R."  Apparently he was too shy to answer when they asked him which blankie was his, so they gave his blankie to R.  Oops.

I think I know now why they make you label EVERYTHING,
Bora.

Sunday, March 13, 2016

Dear Kate,

Nearly all of the clocks in my home self-adjust for daylight savings time.  Only my stove and my already sleep-deprived internal clock mock me this morning.

Happy Daylight Savings Time! (Brought to you by... COFFEE)
Bora

Saturday, March 12, 2016

Dear Bora,
Cute kids are the perfect buffer for uncomfortable situations. You can look at them so you don't have to make eye contact, you can talk about the so you don't have to think of small-talk topics, and you can use them as an excuse to leave early.  If only we could bring our kids to job interviews, as well as other unpleasant work-based situations such as performance evaluations and even staff Christmas parties. Would everyone appreciate the benefits of small children in the workplace or only those of us with exceptionally adorable kids?
Love,
Kate

Friday, March 11, 2016

Dear Kate,

I signed my new work contract today and I officially start on Monday.  I had to drag both kids to the office to sign the paperwork; needless to say, I was nervous bringing two toddlers to my new clinic before I had even started working there.  As it turns out, my kids are adorable and won everyone over immediately (note: we did not go any time close to nap time).  Honestly, if I'd known how well everyone was going to react, I'd have brought them to the interview too.

Blinded by cuteness,
Bora.

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Dear Bora,
I'm now a taxi-driving soccer mom.  I spend way too much time every day driving around D and several other smelly, sweaty, soccer-playing teenage boys.  All I need is a minivan with those stick figure stickers on the back that show how many people are in our family and my suburban nightmare will be complete.  I hate driving.  I don't really enjoy sports.  Why couldn't my kids be into yoga or at least be part of a team that practices within walking distance of my house?
I know, I know. First world mom problems.  And soccer season will be over soon.  Unless they make the play-offs...
Love,
Kate

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Dear Kate,

My daughter can reach on top of tables now.  She can't see what she's grabbing for though.  From the other side of the table, you just see this little hand flopping around over the edge, feeling for anything to pull down.  Babyproofing my house just keeps getting more difficult.

Love,
Bora

Monday, March 7, 2016

Dear Bora,
I think I'd rather my kid say, "Feel the Burn" instead of the 3 wrestling catch phrases her dad has taught her.
Like I've always said, people have kids because there are some tricks you can't teach your dog.
Love,
Kate

Sunday, March 6, 2016

Dear Kate,

I've always been skeptical of parents who take their kids to protests or political rallies and have them hold signs or shout things.  To be honest, I'm sure that the main reason that this makes me cringe is because the rallies where I have seen this happen are in support of things I am against or opposed to things that I am for.

That said...  it's confession Sunday.

I voted early in the primary yesterday.  And then I spent 30 minutes getting my almost 3 year old to say, "Feel the Bern!" so I could video tape him...

But it's Bernie!
Bora


Friday, March 4, 2016

Dear Bora,
It's confession time, regardless of the day of the week. I hate getting gifts for kids. Not my kid, just other people's kids. I've begun to dread the invitations to birthday parties. It's not even the cost of the gift. It's that I've been inside these people's houses. I've seen the way toys and books take over. I've heard these parents complaining about the sheer volume of kids' crap. Why would I add to that?  I know how kids are. They'll be excited about the new thing for 2 days tops. Then it becomes just another thing you're begging them to pick up off the floor before bath time. My gift, no matter how thoughtful, becomes one more thing they are trying to sneak away to Goodwill during nap. There are a couple of parents who say, "you don't have to bring a present!"  And they probably even mean it. But opening gifts is still part of the party and the guilt is still there. It'll probably get worse as K gets older and realizes she's supposed to bring a gift.  What's a practical, thoughtful, guilt-ridden Mom to do?
Staring down an Octonauts birthday party invitation,
Kate

Thursday, March 3, 2016

Dear Kate,

I have such a hard time sleeping with a stuffy nose.

Fortunately, I do not have a stuffy nose.

Unfortunately, I have an equally hard time sleeping when one of my children has a stuffy nose.

All the little noses are stuffy,
Bora
Dear Kate,

The local Dunkin Donuts offers free coffee for NC State home game wins.  It's awesome. Whenever I see the coupon pop up on my phone, I think, "Woo hoo!  Poor Dunkin Donuts.  They don't realize that I'm just using them for free coffee.  How do they make money with awesome free coffee coupons?"

Then as I drive away with my free coffee and the donut I added on because I felt guilty about just getting free coffee, I have my answer.

"Free coffee - no purchase necessary!*"

Love,
Bora

*I mean, it's not necessary... if you don't mind walking around with a guilty conscience all day. 

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Dear Kate,

My daughter said her first word just the other day.  It wasn't Mama.  It wasn't Dada.  No, my daughter's first word was "Sit."  As in, "Sit down, R.  No, sit.  Stop climbing on the table.  Sit, please.  Sit down.  You're giving your mom a heart attack.  Please, sit!  If you fall, we will both cry.  Can you not eat that while sitting??  Please, just sit!"

She says, "sit" now, so that's cool.  She still doesn't sit though...

She's just too busy to sit and eat,
Bora