A Proud Mommy Moment

Yesterday, as my family sat eating a rare dinner out, I had one of those Mommy moments you aren’t sure if you should be proud of or embarrassed by.

A lady in the booth beside us had a bit of a cold and was coughing. Suddenly my three-year old’s loud voice rang through the restaurant “Mommy! She used her hand to cover her mouth when she coughed!”. “It’s ok sweetie”, I assured Madison as I tried to distract her with a french fry. “No!” she continued forcefully, “You’re supposed to cough like this.”. Maddie then demonstrated how to properly cough into your arm at the elbow, looking pointedly at the woman across from us. “See, like that”, she directed her. I dared a glance over to the other table, gave my best I’m-so-sorry-my-daughter-is-calling-you-out-on-your-poor-coughing-technique look and then verbally apologized as well. Thankfully, the woman was kind and told Madison what a smart girl she was to know the proper way to cover your mouth.

I want to be proud of my little girl for (obviously) listening to me when I’ve instructed her how to keep a cough to herself. At the same time, I certainly don’t want her to think it’s ok to verbally berate perfect strangers in the middle of dinner, or anywhere for that matter. Ah, the great dilemmas of mommy-hood.

“Do you want your pizza?”

This weekend, while shopping for the ultimate present for a little boy turning three, I overheard the following exchange between a mother and her young boy:

Boy: <throwing some kind of fit>
Mother: Come on honey – let’s get your Wii games first.
Boy: Noooooooo, I don’t want to.
Mother: Do you want your pizza?

I was totally appalled. Had this been my mother, we would have been heading out the door straight for a spanking after the first hint of fit-throwing. Certainly I would not have been offered pizza as a prize for complaining about the Wii games I was being purchased. Well, since I played with sticks and rocks as a kid, I’m not actually sure what the appropriate fill-in toy for my age range would be.  I was just very thankful my daughter wasn’t with me to witness this behavior and see it being rewarded. [Read more…]

Caw Caw Roar!!

Last night we celebrated New Year’s Eve with my family. It was awesome. We had wonderful food, delicious drinks, great conversation, lots of pictures and about an hour of dancing in my mom’s living room. It was awesome. One of the highlights of the evening was when my daughter and husband were dancing – suddenly Zack decided to do the wilderness explorer call from the movie “Up”. Madison received it for Christmas and has requested to watch it pretty much ever day since. Watching my wonderful husband break out in an exuberant “The wilderness must be explored! – Caw Caw – ROAR!” and Madison’s delighted return of the call was one of the most precious things I’ve ever seen.

My baby girl isn’t feeling that well today – she partied like a rock star last night and is paying for it today. I guess at three years old you aren’t really ready to stay up past midnight, even if your eyes manage to stay open that long. 😦 Right now she’s snuggled into my side on the couch as I type this. She just gave me a half-hearted “Caw Caw ROAR” when I asked her about the wilderness explorers. Nice to know that even when she isn’t completely herself, she is willing to humor me.

I’m not sure that this blog really has a point. I guess if anything it’s to take time to participate in the things your kids love. It absolutely made my daughter’s whole night to have her daddy demonstrate something from her favorite movie. Not just that he knows the line, but that he put all his dramatic training into making it the best wilderness explorer call ever given. Well done honey. ROAR!

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