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June 21, 2013 · 10:21 am

From One Mama To Another: 20 Questions for Bree Mobley

In today’s “From One Mama To Another: 20 Questions” interview, I’d like to introduce Bree Mobley.  I met Bree through the big, bad world of mommy blog networking.  She’s a young, new Mama with an independent spirit and an adorable baby boy, and she sleeps waaaay later than me. Please give Bree’s blog, ParentTrapped, some love!

Introducing fellow Mama, Bree Mobley (in her own words):

Name: Bree Mobley

Age: 20

Hometown: Rock Hill, SC

About my kid(s): Maverick Drizzt, 3 months old

About me: I’m a Stay-at-Home Mama and prime blogger at ParentTrapped.  I’m passionate about parenting, drawing, writing sci-fi fiction, comics, and photography. My biggest pet peeve is when I can hear someone eating.

This morning, I woke up at… 10am. Early for me, but my son was wiggling, kicking, and smiling at me.

The last book I read (and actually finished) was… “Ink Exchange” by Melissa Marr. Amazing urban faerie tale.

In one word, pregnancy is… HARD.

As a Mama, I’m really good at… putting my son to sleep and comforting him.

As a Mama, I wish I were better at… getting everything else done. LOL.

Proudest parenting achievement: Successfully breastfeeding, advocating breastfeeding, and standing up to those who attempt to stand in the way of breastfeeding.

Biggest parenting challenge: Balancing who I am as a person with the fact that I am now a mama too.

Scariest parenting moment: When I was in labor and our heart rates dropped and I found out I’d have to have a c-section.

Before having children, I wish I had… Finished school.

My #1 parenting rule is… don’t interfere with my parenting methods. LOL.

The most surprising thing about being a Mama is… how much I love this little being. I knew I’d love him but I had no idea how much.

My best piece of advice for a fellow Mama or soon-to-be Mama is… Follow your heart when it comes to your parenting method. Don’t let ANYONE tell you you’re doing something wrong as long as your child is healthy, happy, and completely safe.

The one thing I’d like NOT to pass on to my kids is…  My asthma. My anxiety. My bad habit of having to learn things the hard way.

A perfect day starts with… My son smiling and my boyfriend off from work and ready for a nature walk.

A perfect day ends with… Family cuddles and the Beatles.

I’m a Guilty Mama when… I give Maverick pumped milk and have my mom watch him for the night so I can have a few glasses of wine…and a romantic night with his father. ;]

I’m a Happy Mama when…I’m with my son. Or when we do a family activity. I’m not hard to please.

I’m a Proud Mama when… Someone fawns over my son or he reaches a milestone. Like right now, he can roll over from his stomach to his back, or his back to his side, he can bear his full weight on his feet, and he is trying very hard to sit up.

Right now, I’m a… Tired and Wet Mama. (Just got out of the shower, dying my hair.)

Motherhood is… the most beautiful and heart warming experience I’ve ever had. Truly, I think I was made to do this. Nothing feels better to me.

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If you would like to participate in a future “From One Mama To Another: Twenty Questions,” email me at therunawaymama (at) gmail (dot) com.

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April 23, 2013 · 9:48 am

Bad Words (A List!)

I’m having a thyroid biopsy in about three hours.  It’s my second one.  The first one came back non-diagnostic, or in other words, result-less, which makes me want to say a bunch of bad words one after the other.

I’m driving to the appointment myself this time.  Mike drove last time, because I said “Hell, YES!” to a small dose of Xanax to ease my anxiety over having several small needles inserted in my neck.  This time, though, I’m fine.  I got this.  I know what to expect.  No big deal.  No drugs necessary.   That is, unless you count the glass of wine – or two – last night and the glass of wine – or two – I’m fantasizing about right now.

Any-who, I’ve found that making lists help keep me calm during times of elevated stress, like before my last colonoscopy when I made a list of all the reasons colonoscopies are so awesome and a list of all the ways I’ve turned into my mother.  (FYI, I’m wearing an apron…and not cooking…right now as I write this.)

Today, I could make a list of all the reasons thyroid biopsies suck or about the bazillion things I need to pack for my three-night trip to #Boston with Riley this weekend to go to a wedding with my folks.  (Yes, Crazy Packing Mama has reared her ugly head.)

In 36 hours, I’m taking Riley on an airplane.  To #Boston.  Where it’s cold (for Floridians, anyway).  Where he’ll have to wear long sleeves and long pants, some of which will have zippers, buttons, and collars, all of which he abhors.  Yes, that’s a strong word.  Yes, I meant it.   Oh, and a belt.  He’ll have to wear a belt. And a jacket.  Dear God.  It’s quite possible that I’m more anxious about dressing Riley this weekend than I am about the imminent attack on my neck.  And, p.s., there’s a separate truckload of anxiety that I haven’t even spoke of regarding my packing.  What the hell am I going to bring to Boston?

Deep breath.

I’ve been struck lately about how my boys are crazy sensitive about some “bad” words, yet they could give a rat’s ass about others, which inspired today’s anxiety-induced list.  I mean, seriously, if I say “stupid” or if God forbid I shush someone (I’ve totally done this, by the way), I’m in deep shit.

Words and Phrases My Kids Think Are Bad

  1. Stupid
  2. Dumb
  3. Idiot
  4. Hate
  5. Baby (variations include Stupid Baby, Princess Baby, and Pink Princess Baby)
  6. I don’t care.
  7. Shut up.
  8. Shush
  9. Suck (on its own and/or preceded and/or followed by any other word)
  10. Tattletale

Mostly, I agree that these are all bad words, especially Pink Princess Baby.  That one’s just plain horrific.  It’s just funny to me that my kids don’t flinch, giggle, or care to repeat when I (accidentally, of course) say something like, “oh shit,” “crap balls,” or worse.

I would be remiss if I didn’t mention two bad word exceptions we have in our family: (1) We can say stupid in reference to traffic lights.  I don’t know why, it just is.  For instance,  “Turn green, you stupid red light!” is sanctioned and encouraged, especially if we’re running late (and I hate to be late).  Any and all other references to stupid, however, are effed up and totally unacceptable, and (2) At Zoo Miami, we can say ass as long as we’re within twenty feet of the Somali Wild Ass.

There really is a wild ass at the zoo.

Are there bad words your kids go ape shit about?

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