"There are some who can live without wild things and some who cannot." (Aldo Leopold) Apparently, I cannot.


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Too Tired to Try Tuesday: Banana Dog Bites

I don’t know about you, but I’m always looking for snacks other than crackers, crackers, or more crackers to feed the kidlets. (Seriously, what is up with the cracker obsession?) And today while poking around online, I found a simple, yet absolutely brilliant snack idea from Catherine at Weelicious that I’m sure my kids will enjoy making and eating: Banana Dog Bites.

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Photo courtesy of Catherine at Weelicious.

Here’s what you’ll need:

  • Tortillas
  • Bananas
  • Peanut butter (or any other nut [e.g., almond butter] or non-nut butter [e.g., soy or sunflower seed butter])

Then it’s as simple as spreading the peanut butter on the tortillas, rolling it all up, and cutting it into sushi-style pieces. I bet these would even be good heated up a little and with a drizzle of honey added.

To see the complete post with step-by-step instructions from Catherine at Weelicious, please click here.

And if you’d like to find even more kid-friendly recipes, please be sure to check out Catherine’s new book — Weelicious Lunches: Think Outside the Lunch Box with More Than 160 Happier Meals — set to hit shelves September 3rd.

As always, if you try it, let us know how it turns out. And send some pics!

I’m no cooking or crafting guru, so I started these Too Tired to Try Tuesday posts to share craft and recipe ideas that I’ve come across and would really like to try but am just too damned tired (that sounds better than lazy, right?) to get around to. In addition to ideas that I find, I am open to submissions from you–either something tried and true or something you want to try but haven’t had the time to. Just send me an email at raisingwildthingsblog@gmail.com with your ideas, and I may share them here. (And by “may” I mean “will definitely”! I just confessed how lazy tired I am, so if you take the time to send me something to share, I’m going to share it!)


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Shiny, Happy, Sparkly, Feel-Good Friday: 8/9/13

Wow, I really needed some smiles today and you all came through. You all are simply the best! Enjoy this week’s cute overload!

Some things that made me happy:

First, just click the following link. It’s a video of my youngest. (Sorry, I can’t embed videos directly in my posts just yet.) I promise you will not be able to watch this without cracking a smile! Oh, and if you’re in a public place, you’ll want to turn your volume down some. But make sure to have it on a little, because you need to hear it. Enjoy!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X7ivJ3XTeRw

Ok, on with the photos . . .

Peekaboo

Peekaboo

Cousins watching a movie. (Soooooo happy to live close to family now!)

Cousins watching a movie. (Soooooo happy to live close to family now!)

More pool fun (with a "ship" they found) and some impromptu huggies

More pool fun (with a “ship” they found) and some impromptu huggies

My great helper girl!

My great helper girl!

Getting ready for his new preschool next week.

Getting ready for his new preschool next week.

Do these need any explanation? ;)

Do these need any explanation? 😉

What can I say? The baby was being super cute this week.

What can I say? The baby was being super cute this week.

And some things that made you happy:

Julianne from MD: The 4th generation of kids on our family's farm outside of Burlington, WV. It was wonderful to see my kids have fun in the same barns and fields I did as a kid; Saturday at the National Zoo reminded me of the pure joy of a child riding on a carousel. And how much cooler that you get to ride on a lady bug, iguana and an oryx?

Julianne from MD: The 4th generation of kids on our family’s farm outside of Burlington, WV. It was wonderful to see my kids have fun in the same barns and fields I did as a kid; Saturday at the National Zoo reminded me of the pure joy of a child riding on a carousel. And how much cooler that you get to ride on a lady bug, iguana and an oryx?

Kathy from IL: My little super star, and my little man with no fear!

Kathy from IL: My little super star, and my little man with no fear!

Jean from Mama, Schmama: My daughter kept dropping her beloved Monkey out of the stroller on our walk today.  My son appointed himself Monkey's rescuer and kept an eye out for when it went overboard.  This is him running to return Monkey to his sister.

Jean from Mama, Schmama: My daughter kept dropping her beloved Monkey out of the stroller on our walk today. My son appointed himself Monkey’s rescuer and kept an eye out for when it went overboard. This is him running to return Monkey to his sister.

From Does This Match? I really didn't think today's outfit could get any "better" but shoes are required at Costco.

From Does This Match? I really didn’t think today’s outfit could get any “better” but shoes are required at Costco.

Phyllis from Just Bcauz (http://justbcauz.blogspot.com/): Katie (20 months) and Jeb (3 months) - she adores her little brother!

Phyllis from Just Bcauz: Katie (20 months) and Jeb (3 months) – she adores her little brother!

Bethany from OH: Xavier rocking his shades on Virginia Beach. Luna & Ayden and the suit of Armor @ Great Lakes Medieval Faire. And Ayden taking the plunge in Conneaut Lake, PA.

Bethany from OH: Xavier rocking his shades on Virginia Beach. Luna & Ayden and the suit of Armor @ Great Lakes Medieval Faire. And Ayden taking the plunge in Conneaut Lake, PA.

From Chronically Sick Manic Mother: We had a ladybug party and released 3,000 ladybugs amongst a bunch of kids for my daughters eighth birthday.

From Chronically Sick Manic Mother: We had a ladybug party and released 3,000 ladybugs amongst a bunch of kids for my daughters eighth birthday.

Chelsea from MO: These are my 3 boys, each photographed at 3 months old. They are now 3.5 yrs, almost 2 years old, and almost 4 months old.

Chelsea from MO: These are my 3 boys, each photographed at 3 months old. They are now 3.5 yrs, almost 2 years old, and almost 4 months old.

Megan from NJ: Donuts is how I make grocery shopping a little less trying.

Megan from NJ: Donuts is how I make grocery shopping a little less trying.

Jennifer from TX: Brotherly love!

Jennifer from TX: Brotherly love!

As always, thanks to everyone who submitted some happiness! Please keep it coming. Until next week…

Fridays on Raising Wild Things are Shiny, Happy, Sparkly, Feel-Good Fridays! Since parenting can sometimes suck the  life out of me, I wanted to do these posts as reminders of the good, the great things that happened during the week amid all the crazy, exhausting, sometimes frustrating, sometimes maddening, sometimes head-exploding moments that seem to linger in my memory and can put me in a mommy funk. What makes you happy? Please share!


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One Breast, Two Breast, No Breast, Yes Breast: Part III

Today I’m sharing the final (for now, anyway) part of my breastfeeding journey. Last week I shared my daughter’s story, and earlier this week I shared my oldest son’s story. I was unable to breastfeed either one, but for very different reasons. Although devastating to me each time, I gave it another go with my youngest son. And this time, everything fell into place. 

This time, it all worked out.

This time, it all worked out.

They say “third time’s a charm,” and for me and breastfeeding, this was certainly true. Even though I was unable to breastfeed my daughter or my oldest son, I still wanted to give it a try with my youngest son, Eli. But, whereas I went into it with fierce determination the first two times around, this time I didn’t stress too much about it. Given my history, this time I was more laid back: “If it works out, great,” I’d tell myself. “If not, it won’t be the end of the world.” And I actually meant it. Whether this had something to do with my success the third time around, I don’t know. But I like to think so.

After Eli was born, I didn’t rush the medical staff to give me my baby so I could immediately put him to my breast. When the nurse placed Eli on my chest for the first time, breastfeeding wasn’t my first thought. Instead I was in awe of the cute little human I had just pushed out of my body, and I was totally and completely amazed that I now had three, THREE, children.

I’m not going to lie. When it was time to try feeding Eli that first time, I was hit with a little bit of anxiety. But wouldn’t you know, my littlest man latched on quickly and, like his brother at first, nursed like a champ! I wasn’t lulled into excitement just yet, however, because I knew things could change quickly, as they did with Saurus.

But things didn’t change the next feeding. Or the feeding after that. Or ever while we were in the hospital. Eli took well to nursing every single time. It took a few feedings for us to get in sync with each other (you know, figure out the best position and such), but after that, there was no fussing or whining or wailing — on either of our parts. Yes, yes, yes! I could hardly believe it was happening. I was actually breastfeeding!

I did get a little anxious again the day we had to leave the hospital. Even though Eli was my third baby, he was my first to really breastfeed. I was by no means an expert at breastfeeding, and I still felt very unsure of myself. But we made it through the first couple of days just fine.

But two days later when my milk came in, my anxiety came flooding back. Now that I was exclusively breastfeeding, I didn’t know what to do when I was so engorged that Eli couldn’t latch on. I didn’t really want to offer a bottle because things were going so well, and I was still afraid of nipple confusion. But when I couldn’t get relief, I turned to a bottle so as not to starve my little peanut. Thankfully, my fears about nipple confusion proved to be nothing but unneeded worry because, as it turned out, Eli was happy to nurse from anything and went right back to the boob when I was able to breastfeed him again. Phew.

I’d like to say that the remaining months that I breastfed Eli were 100% smooth sailing. But they weren’t. Breastfeeding — although a completely amazing experience and one I am so grateful and blessed to have been able to have — is a lot of work. A LOT. And for me, at least, it was not all glitter and unicorns.

It’s true that there are a ton of great things about breastfeeding! It’s an amazing bonding experience, it provides many health benefits for mommy and baby, and it can save you a ton of money. Oh, and you can never forget your boobs anywhere, so there’s that. (There’s also a rumor going around that breastfeeding can help you drop all that baby weight pretty quickly — soooo many people told me this would happen — but, of course, it didn’t for me. Waah waahh.)

But if I’m being completely honest, breastfeeding took a toll on me physically. Off and on the entire time I was breastfeeding, I dealt with milk blisters (yes, they really exist) and plugged ducts, in addition to chronic nipple spasms (yes, those also really exist, and feel as awful as you imagine) due to another health issue I have (Raynaud’s — a vasospactic circulatory disorder). As you can imagine, all of these issues made for painful nursing sessions. I probably singlehandedly kept the lanonlin and nursing pad companies in business that year. Not to mention various pharmaceutical companies for all of the antibiotics and creams I had to use.

I should also admit that I was wholly unprepared for the amount of time breastfeeding would take. Breastfed babies tend to nurse more frequently than formula-fed babies, and usually take longer to nurse than a baby with a bottle, and boy did Eli capitalize on this, especially early on. And even as he got older, unless he’d take an unusually long nap, we never really made it past 3-ish hours between feedings. This means that I had a baby on me like all the time for nearly one whole year. Not only did this leave me with little time for myself, but it also made it hard to spend a lot of quality time with my other two kids. (And oh the guilt!) This is nothing unusual or unique to my situation, but I wasn’t really prepared for this. Coming off of two bottle-fed babies, I was used to sharing feeding responsibilities with my husband. This was especially nice when we could divvy up nighttime feedings. With breastfeeding, I was the only one producing the milk, so . . . I was the only one feeding the baby. All the time. The bonding was great, but I won’t lie, I missed being able to share the responsibility every once in a while.

Another surprise? The amount of pumping I had to do even though I was breastfeeding. Contrary to what I thought was the case given my previous experiences, I actually produced a lot of breast milk. And for a while it was just way more than I actually needed. Which meant adding pumping sessions between nursing sessions so that my boobs wouldn’t explode. Or, if Eli slept exceptionally long and missed a usual feeding, and when he started sleeping through the night before my body adjusted my supply to meet his demand, I’d have to add in some pumping. Which was nice because I was able to build up a frozen milk stash for when we needed it, but it took more time. For a long time it felt like all I was doing was either breastfeeding or pumping. Breastfeeding, pumping, breastfeeding, pumping.

With all of this said, however . . . I wouldn’t trade my breastfeeding experience with Eli — blisters, plugged ducts, spasms, and all — for anything. Anything. The whole bonding thing and closeness that I felt with Eli was absolutely amazing. I am proud to have been able to breastfeed him for nearly his entire first year of life. And if my husband and I are blessed with any more children (we haven’t closed the door on that just yet), I will definitely give breastfeeding another go. Despite all of the issues we faced, I certainly consider my breastfeeding experience with Eli a success!

But I do think that the whole “breast is best” movement should expand not only to educate families about all of the good that comes from breastfeeding but also to help better prepare breastfeeding mothers for the realities and struggles that can often occur, and are completely normal, even with “successful” experiences.

As happy and proud as I am to have breastfed my youngest, I do not feel in any way that this experience was superior to my other two . . . just different. Mommies, all mommies, whether they choose (or have no choice) to breast or bottle feed need to be supported and need to know that they are doing great. Whatever road they travel.

Nothing is supposed to come more naturally to a new mother than breastfeeding. At least that’s what I always thought until I actually had kids. And then this little thing called life sort of changed all of my plans. This series is about my ups and downs with breastfeeding with all three of my kids — my journey through anticipation; disappointment; overwhelming, debilitating guilt; and, eventually, success. I’m sharing this journey with you not to come down on one side or the other in the whole breast vs. bottle debate (because as you’ll see, I’ve fallen on both) — and by no means do I want to start a debate about it here (so please, let’s not go there) — I’d simply like to shine a light on the fact that many women, and for many, many different reasons, struggle with breastfeeding. If you have ever or are currently struggling, please know that you are not alone.


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Too Tired to Try Tuesday: Foam Dough

Today’s craft is by far the easiest craft I have ever shared. E.V.E.R. There are only two ingredients (or three if you’re feeling wild and crazy), and it takes no time at all to make. But, it will likely keep the kiddos entertained for a while. And it’s a cinch to clean up. So? Win, win, win, win! Thanks to Mom Trusted for sharing such a great craft idea!

Photo courtesy of Mom Trusted

Photo courtesy of Mom Trusted

Here’s what you’ll need:

  • Shaving cream
  • Corn starch
  • Food coloring (optional)
  • Cups, bowls, spoons, play dough tools, etc. (optional)

Then you’ll do a little mixing and be done. Yup, I said done. Within minutes you’ll end up with a “soft and silky” moldable dough that’s ready to go. (Warning: Make sure your kids don’t eat this because of the shaving cream.)

To see the complete post with instructions and photos from Mom Trusted, please click here.

As always, if you try it, let us know how it turns out. And send some pics!

I’m no cooking or crafting guru, so I started these Too Tired to Try Tuesday posts to share craft and recipe ideas that I’ve come across and would really like to try but am just too damned tired (that sounds better than lazy, right?) to get around to. In addition to ideas that I find, I am open to submissions from you–either something tried and true or something you want to try but haven’t had the time to. Just send me an email at raisingwildthingsblog@gmail.com with your ideas, and I may share them here. (And by “may” I mean “will definitely”! I just confessed how lazy tired I am, so if you take the time to send me something to share, I’m going to share it!)


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One Breast, Two Breast, No Breast, Yes Breast: Part II

So last week I kicked off my breastfeeding series with my daughter’s story: The story of how there was never any question about breastfeeding her, until she was born 11 weeks early, and life laid out a different path before us. Today I’m sharing my oldest son’s story: The story about my re-determination to successfully breastfeed and the reality that life, once again, handed me. 

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My oldest son, 5 days old, drinking his bottle . . . le sigh.

After the extreme letdown and guilt I felt over not being able to breastfeed my daughter, I was fiercely determined to breastfeed my son. From the moment I found out I was pregnant. Yet again, there was never any question whether or not I wanted to breastfeed. I did, I did, I did! The only hurdle I needed to get over was being able to carry this baby to term. If I could do that, I was sure the breastfeeding issues I had with my daughter wouldn’t be a problem.

And after a practically 37-week-long anxiety attack — being pregnant again after having a preemie so early was a terrifying and wholly nerve-wracking experience (not to mention the copious ultrasounds and progesterone shots in my bum) — my little man Saurus (reminder: this is a pseudonym he picked out) was born, happy and healthy. Three weeks early, but still considered full term! (And yes, I know I still need to write his birth story. Coming soon, I promise.) I was thrilled! I had a baby that would be leaving the hospital with me. And a baby that would be able to breastfeed! Yippeee.

From the second we got to the hospital, I had made it known to my doctor and all of the nurses that I would be breastfeeding. I can’t even describe how proud I felt when my nurse wrote “exclusively breastfeeding” on the white board in my room. So you can be sure that when the nurse brought Saurus to me to nurse for the first time, I was all over that. Or more accurately, he was all over that. Saurus latched on successfully on the very first try and nursed like a champ! I couldn’t have been happier.

Unfortunately, that first successful latch and nursing session was also our last. Not the last attempt, but the last successful, happiness-inducing nursing session. From that point on, attempting to feed Saurus was a struggle. Every time I’d attempt to breastfeed him, he’d get extremely fussy. The first few times after our initial session I was able to eventually get him to nurse after 20-30 minutes of coaxing and repositioning and repositioning again, but he’d never go for very long. And eventually, after the first three or four tries, Saurus had had enough. When I went to try to feed him, he screamed his little head off. And then he just continued to scream. And scream. And scream. And then I started crying because nothing I did was helping. He was clearly hungry but wouldn’t eat. Even my husband tried to help us, but to no avail.

Finally the nurse came in to try to help. And? Nothing but more screaming and me crying. At this point, we decided we were both just far too gone — the baby and me — and since Saurus hadn’t really had much to eat in nearly 8 hours, we’d try to give him a bottle of formula to fill his tummy and settle him down. So much for me “exclusively breastfeeding.” I was (again) devastated. I had read so much about nipple confusion and avoiding giving a breastfeeding baby a bottle for at least the first 3 months . . . I didn’t want to do anything to mess up breastfeeding this time around, and not yet 12 hours into his life, I was breaking two of the biggest rules out there.

But determined I was still. I wasn’t giving up that easily. No way. So we kept at it. The remainder of our stay in the hospital was simply a repeat of everything we’d been through the first day. A few very short nursing sessions after 20-30 minutes of fussing each time were followed by Saurus’s refusal to go near my boobs at all and a massive screaming fit until we’d give him a bottle. And then we’d start all over again.

Needless to say, I wasn’t getting much rest, and instead of being excited to go home with our new baby on discharge day, I was terrified. I had no idea how I was going to keep this up at home while also taking care of my nearly 2-year-old. Oh, and myself.

“Keep at it,” family and friends and the medical staff encouraged me. “Some babies take a while to get it down,” they said. And I knew this was true. I had family and friends who struggled with breastfeeding for a few weeks until suddenly everything just clicked. I hadn’t anticipated this happening to me, but I wanted this so badly, so keep at it I did.

And here’s how a typical feeding session went: Saurus would start showing signs that he was hungry, I would scoop him up and attempt to breastfeed him, he would fuss and wiggle and do anything he could to avoid latching on, I would reposition him and try again, he’d continue fussing and avoiding my boob, I’d offer my other boob, he’d begin screaming and wailing, I’d begin crying, and about an hour or so after the whole breastfeeding attempt started, I’d give in and give him a bottle. Or hand him to my husband or mom to give him a bottle so I could go cry in the bathroom.

This went on for a couple of days. And then my milk came in. And I was so engorged that Saurus couldn’t even latch on if he wanted to. Which added another whole barrier and even more frustration and screaming and crying to the mix. And pumping. And more bottles. I got to the point where I simply dreaded feeding time. Like if I was given the choice between what I was going through and having to eat off my own arm to save myself from starvation, I would have chosen the latter.

Things just were not going how I planned. And I didn’t understand what the problem was. Why didn’t this baby want to breastfeed? What was I doing wrong? What was wrong with me? After a week of being home and trying everything in the book (and on the web and suggested by everyone I knew) and still feeling like we weren’t making any progress, I called a lactation consultant. Surely she could help us get back on track.

And sure enough, after sitting with us for all of 10 minutes — and after some poking and pulling and whatnot — she had Saurus latched on and nursing. He’d pop off every few minutes, but every time the LC would pop him right back on and he’d continue feeding. “See,” she’d say, “you just need to relax and do [this] and [this] and [this] and he should do just fine.” After 30 more minutes of hand holding and helpful tips, the LC left, and I was feeling better about the whole thing.

That is, of course, until I went to feed Saurus the next time. I tried everything the LC had showed me — everything that she did just 2 hours earlier that had him breastfeeding — but he wasn’t having it. And his screaming began again. I felt like such a failure. All of the memories and feelings of disbelief, inadequacy, anger, and guilt that I felt with my daughter came flooding back. And I finally broke down. Like really broke down. I remember falling into my husband’s arms in our kitchen and sobbing. And I said something so completely ridiculous like how glad I was we weren’t living in an earlier time because I wouldn’t be able to keep our children alive.

In that moment, I think my husband realized just how much I was struggling, and just how much I was hurting. And in that moment, my husband became my hero. Because he looked at me with such love in his eyes and told me that I was in no way a failure and that if I wanted to stop breastfeeding he would fully support me. All that mattered, he said, was that the baby and I were happy. And if that meant bottle feeding instead of breastfeeding, so be it.

And with that, I felt absolved. I was released of my anger and frustration and guilt. Of course my husband was right. We needed to do what was best for Saurus. For me. For our family. It was the same lesson I learned with our daughter. But for some reason I just needed to relearn it. Maybe it was because I was trying so very hard to make up for the loss I felt with Belle. Maybe it was because I hadn’t really, truly gotten over it the first time.

From that moment forward, my little man was bottle fed. And our feeding sessions typically went something like this: Saurus would start showing signs that he was hungry, I would scoop him up and give him a bottle, and he would drink from the bottle happily. There was no more crying from either him or me. He was happy. I was happy.

And once we got this down, the rest of it just fell into place. I was no longer terrified every time Saurus cried. I no longer dreaded feeding time. And I was no longer spending every waking minute trying to feed him or figure out why I couldn’t feed him — instead, I was able to spend more time with both my daughter and my husband. I wasn’t consumed with the ins and outs and rights and wrongs of breastfeeding. Because of this decision, I was able to be the best mommy I could be. To both of my children.

And again, regardless of the road that got me there, in the end, that was all that mattered.

Nothing is supposed to come more naturally to a new mother than breastfeeding. At least that’s what I always thought until I actually had kids. And then this little thing called life sort of changed all of my plans. This series is about my ups and downs with breastfeeding with all three of my kids — my journey through anticipation; disappointment; overwhelming, debilitating guilt; and, eventually, success. I’m sharing this journey with you not to come down on one side or the other in the whole breast vs. bottle debate (because as you’ll see, I’ve fallen on both) — and by no means do I want to start a debate about it here (so please, let’s not go there) — I’d simply like to shine a light on the fact that many women, and for many, many different reasons, struggle with breastfeeding. If you have ever or are currently struggling, please know that you are not alone.


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Shiny, Happy, Sparkly, Feel-Good Friday: 8/2/13

Happy Friday, everyone. Need a smile? Scroll on through . . .

Some things that made me happy:

Tumblin' boy

Tumblin’ boy

Tumblin' girl

Tumblin’ girl

Snoozin' boys

Snoozin’ boys

The family that climbs together . . .

The family that climbs together . . .

We like to call this "lion jumping"!

We like to call this “lion jumping”!

She likes to dress up . . . and then play basketball!

She likes to dress up . . . and then play basketball!

This one is up to no good.

This one is up to no good.

Brudders

Brudders

And some things that made you happy:

From The Sadder But Wiser Girl: caption

From The Sadder But Wiser Girl: Posing with the “silly tree” at the park!

Daisy from TX: Daughters Summer and Wynter reunited after 8 days . . . so happy!

Daisy from TX: Daughters Summer and Wynter reunited after 8 days . . . so happy!

Stephanie from MD: Piper found some joy in a rainstorm on our Orlando vacation!

Stephanie from MD: Piper found some joy in a rainstorm on our Orlando vacation!

Amanda from X: It's blurry, but this is one of my all time favorite pictures of my daughter, Lilly. Taken just last week.

Amanda from FL: It’s blurry, but this is one of my all time favorite pictures of my daughter, Lilly. Taken just last week.

From Chronically Sick Manic Mother:

From Chronically Sick Manic Mother: 8 years later!

From DadNCharge: Spending a week with my parents whom we only see maybe 3 times a year in person because they live in Chicago. We attended a wedding together. We hiked a canyon together, had s'mores, and have spent the time enjoying each other's company.

From DadNCharge: Spending a week with my parents whom we only see maybe 3 times a year in person because they live in Chicago. We attended a wedding together. We hiked a canyon together, had s’mores, and have spent the time enjoying each other’s company.

Erin from MO: First day of ballet.

Erin from MO: First day of ballet.

As always, thanks to everyone who submitted some happiness! Please keep it coming. Until next week…

Fridays on Raising Wild Things are Shiny, Happy, Sparkly, Feel-Good Fridays! Since parenting can sometimes suck the  life out of me, I wanted to do these posts as reminders of the good, the great things that happened during the week amid all the crazy, exhausting, sometimes frustrating, sometimes maddening, sometimes head-exploding moments that seem to linger in my memory and can put me in a mommy funk. What makes you happy? Please share!


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That’s What She Said: From Meredith to Mommy

9d5fd670-e154-4122-a821-159f17c086d4 (1)This week, I interviewed Meredith over at From Meredith to Mommy. Meredith is a former music teacher and mother of two young girls. Meredith writes about transitioning from her former life to a mother and wife, shares reflections about her journey, and anecdotes from her life with her two little girls; the sweet ones, the silly ones, and the tough ones.

And here’s what she said . . .

1. A penguin walks through that door right now wearing a sombrero. What does he say and why is he here?

Ok…the last thing I remember was a boat ride…ok, seriously, what was in that punch?

2. If my family and I came to your house for dinner, what would you prepare for us?

Your entire family is coming? Crap. Did you RSVP? How much notice did you give me? Oh forget it. I’m going with my looks really impressive but actually took no preparation time at all fallback meal of ham, potatoes and secret recipe seasoned green beans. But if you gave me notice, I’ll make a lasagna. A really good one. I’m IBM (Italian By Marriage. Duh).

3. Pick two celebrities to be your parents.

I’m definitely NOT a celebrity person. I can’t even think. Robert De Niro and Meryl Streep. I could tell you why, but that violates my confidentiality agreement.

4. If you had to spend 3 weeks with alone with just one other person, who would you choose?

Hmmm…whoever it is has to be someone whom I’m prepared to lose from my life afterward, because three solid weeks with just ONE other person is a recipe for disaster.

5. Pillsbury Dough Boy vs. Chef Boyardee? Who wins?

Chef Boyardee. He’s got connections. You know…connections.

6. How many dolphins would it take to screw in a light bulb?

Two. Jumping and turning in a perfect ballet of lightbulb-y goodness. Can you picture it?

7. If you had to sleep on either a feather bed or a water bed for the rest of your life, which would you pick?

Feather bed. Oh goodness, feather bed. Don’t even bring a water bed into this house.

8. If you were a celebrity, what would you name your baby?

Since I’m going to have to be judged for my choice by everyone in the world, I need to make sure it’s the perfect combination of bizarre (so you know, you talk about me) and meaningful. Because it’s always meaningful. You know, I’m actually going to steal the names from Sophie Kinsella’s Shopaholic book. Pomegranate for a girl, Armegeddon for a boy.

9. What news headline would best describe your life?

“Always on the Cusp”

10. Best costume at a costume party?

Slumber party guest. Comfy pjs. In public. Need I say more?

For more from Meredith, please check out her blog, From Meredith to Mommy, and her Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest pages. Thanks, Meredith!

The idea for my “That’s What She (or He) Said” Interview series was born one evening when I was extremely tired and had a(nother) slight case of writer’s block. I really wanted to publish something, but even though I had 6 or 7 posts in the works, nothing was quite ready to publish. And I didn’t want to publish something half-assed just for the sake of publishing. So I decided it’d be fun to start doing some interviews. The point of these interviews is to introduce you to some of the talented writers whom I’ve had the pleasure of meeting these past few months. (And by “meeting,” of course I mean virtually.) But I don’t want any humdrum interviews, so the questions I ask are completely whacky and off the wall. Some of the questions I’ve found online, and some I’ve made up. I hope you enjoy them! To see the other interviews in the series, please click here