crazedparent

Mama, where are you going?...

"To see the man who will be your new daddy, sweetie."

And I don't care what you say - Ricky Martin IS NOT GAY!!

While you know about my adoration for Rick Springfield, I also love this other Rick(y). My sister and I are going to see him in concert this weekend  - a nice mom's night out, don't you think? And can I tell you how close I will be to his bon-bon? Thiiis close.

At this particular venue there are the regular seats. And then there are the best seats in the house, the pit. Only fifty people sit in the pit. Only two rows.

This is where I will be, Internet. In the pit. Smack in front of Ricky Martin.

A few years ago I attended his concert and sat in the fifth row. I watched how two ladies in the front row managed to get themselves backstage. I know the moves this time, people. I will not reveal these moves to you in the event that you, too, are sitting near me. I will not share them. Stop asking. No. I won't. Until Monday. Only then will you know if I've achieved success.

Wish me luck, and shake your bon bon baby.

Catching up and ch-ch-ch-changes...

I've been such a bad bad crazedparent these days. Blogging Baby and other writing assignments, along with my eversweet boys and hubby, are snagging all my time these days. But I'm committed to being, and reporting the antics, of this crazedparent.

Most of the hard news and columns I'd typically write about here are going to Blogging Baby, but there is still some really good stuff I want to share that is more appropriately housed at crazedparent. You can find many, many good riffs about my boys here.

Lastly, as much as I've tried to be more of a "parenting" blog than a mom blog, it seems I've started to get lumped into the latter. So fine, Internet, I'll welcome that label.

You want mommy blog? You got it. I'll give you mi corazon y mi alma. My heart and soul.

What more can you ask for?

Payback...

My mother in law likes to say my chatterbox son is payback for crazedparent pops motor mouth as a child. The stories are wonderful to hear but here's my question...I can understand the payback hitting the hubs...BUT WHY ME??? I wasn't around when he was five!!

Anyway, saw this article from the Rapid City Journal online - "Broken Stuff Payback for Misdeeds of Childhood."  It's oh-so-true. And I'm dearly frightened at the payback we'll be getting from our boys for MY misdeeds as a kid. Sweet jesus, hold me.

Quin, 8 months old - good bye toothless smiles...

Mighty Q. is eight months old today. He's teething like a madman. While his nightwakings are driving me insane, his new teeth are making me a little sad. His lower teeth are tiny - they've only been sprouting for days - but I'm already starting to see them when he smiles and laughs. And this only means one thing - the toothless smile I adore will soon be gone. Yes, he'll be adorable with his new, sharp ass teeth. But I can't get enough his gummy grins. The teeth? Just a reminder that my baby is growing up. Sooooo fast. It's almost unbearable the second time around, especially since I'm near-certain the baby buck stops with Q.

And if he is my last babe, well, I lucked out. Quin loves his mama somethin' fierce. Crazedparent pops calls me the "Mothership" and Quin the "Orbital." When I hand Q. over to his dad and he sees me leave the room, he gets a little frantic. He whines, wiggles, turns his head this way and that, until I come back. Then his face lights up. His EYES smile. It's the best. Crazedparent pops announces, "The mother ship has returned...it is now time for the orbital to visit the mother ship." We all know he's just j.

Q. also adores his big brother. When he wakes in the morning it's as if he's jonesing for his bro...he looks all over the house for him and crawls up to his bedroom door hoping it will open. Talk about ridiculously cute.

*sigh*...can you tell I'm in love?

It's my birfday...

...and I LOVE my birthday. Forget a single day. I believe in the Birthday Weekend. All about ME.

We used to go out and party like rock stars with our peeps. But that was before lil' Q.  Lil' Q. of Perpetual Colds who's cutting two teeth. This year we went out on a date and I got tanked on a single martini. Those of you who've partied with me know it's a sad state of affairs when one martini gets me loopy.

Next year, birthday weekend will be back. This year, I'd settle for a single night with eight consecutive hours of sleep. C'mon, make it happen. I beg of you.

It's my birfday, it's my birfday...

She said it...

...I didn't. Only because she's got more moxy than I do. CityMama's back in the 'hood. And her take on hipster moms in San Francisco is spot on.  Only I have to confess, I do have the Tiffany's chain-link bracelet. Okay, I have the necklace too. SORRY! But no Bugaboo. Do you know what I could buy with $800? Not a friggin' stroller. Sheesh.

Dads can be sappy too...

I love it when dads get all chick-like. Sweet and sappy, like Rude Cactus over at DadCentric with his post about Date Night 2006. On a hot date with his wife, leaving the daughter at home with the grandparents. He fretted, he freaked. In the end he writes: "Of course, Beth and I got the chance to talk, to relate to one another...something we don't do much of with her [daughter Mia] there." Awww.

Hugs for Rude Cactus.

WTF with co-parenting?...

So I'm reading my latest issue of Parenting magazine and I keep seeing the word "co-parenting" as in, "if your husband doesn't believe or know about co-parenting"...and can I just ask, WTF? And I'm reminded I've seen that word being tossed around alot lately.

Am I to understand that the routine job of being mom and dad and raising your children together, otherwise know to the free world since, well, FOREVER, as PARENTING, is now referred to as "co-parenting" ? Okay, so maybe it's mom and mom, or dad and dad, or grandma and grandpa doing the parenting, but still, do we need YET ANOTHER random word that means absolutely nothing just to make our roles as parents sound so more dignified and well, important? Even if you are divorced, you're still PARENTING. Well, unless you're in a funky situation or a deadbeat. But it's not just enough for me or my husband to be parents...we have to "co-parent." The idea of each of us having a role in this day-to-day world. But aren't we doing that already by virtue of being parents? Lame. Lame. Lame.

If we're making up names to fluff our stuff, just call me crazedparent diva. That'll work fine.

Mama works too.

So not fair...

We interrupt this week of crazedparent silence to rant about something so not fair...

crazedparent pops is in Las Vegas for *work* this week (eyes rolling). I was totally fine with it. I mean, I had to party work in Vegas a few years ago for a conference my old company attended. Lilypad, HoneyBunnyGirl and I shook our groove thang.

So I was only minorly annoyed when I'd talk to him and he'd be on his way out for drinks, for dinner, snapping photos and sending them to his Flickr account to so I could see what he was up to, whatever. Only minorly annoyed when Nolan and Q. were crying up a storm. Or Nolan was tearing down a cabinet. Or biting his brother's foot. Or crawling on the floor. Or Quin was keeping me up all night.

Until today. How fair is it that cp pops goes to a keynote conference this morning and TOM CRUISE shows up?  I know Tom Cruise is a whack job of late. But he's CUTE. And he's TOM CRUISE.

SOOOO not FAIR.

Updates from crazedparent coming soon.