Just about a week before my son* turned five, I came home from work to a different kid. Something had happened/connected/developed in his brain and from that moment on I thought of him as five. Something similar happened to me about two months ago when I awoke from a daze to the fact that I am now a professional parent. After 5 and a half years.
(brief intermission while Mamastar gives Little Frog* a time out, scrubs smushed fishstick out of the carpet, actually finds herself hissing as she steps in said fishstick fallout, and forever bans processed fish product from this house)
what was I saying? Oh yeah, I'm a professional.
So I have a blog because:
1) Ever since Jon and Kate Plus 8 aired for the first time I've secretly pretended that I'm on camera to keep myself from going crazy (hey, if millions of people are watching me and scrutinizing my porcupine hair I might just do this whole Mamahood thing better, right?)
2) Every professional knows that reflection upon one's craft brings about true professionalism and awareness of one's strengths and weaknesses.
(and just maybe it will be a little bit fun)
Now excuse me while I take a walk with my children to retrieve the frizbee just flung into the neighbor's yard by Ox.
*For the sake of this and future blogs, my children will be referenced by their nicknames:
5-year-old has self-named himself Ox, short for Oxygen, an element which has fascinated him since he accidentally checked out a book on oxygen at the library last summer.
3-year-old will be Little Frog because of her strange fascination with frogs. I don't believe in reincarnation but if I did, she was for sure a frog in her past life.
Dear Husband will be referred to as The Mastermind. Not only is this actually his Meyers-Briggs personality type, but it is just who he is.