She's the sassy One

I used to wish I could have more kids. But now that I have done the math (you know, how old I will be when the last Chickie flies the coop for college), I just can no longer fathom it. That being said, my two daughters will have to do.

Now here is the deal, i have the classic oil and vinegar set of girlies.  Both are pretty, both are smart, both are respectful; the similarities stop there. Aneesah (hereafter will be known as Bean) is the straight laced, no nonsense, fairly melancholy, antisocial, bookworm, with strong opinions that she rarely shares. People meet her and her sister and say things like "She seems so sweet", "her energy is  so peaceful", and "she must be your responsible child".  While these are all very nice things to say, I don't think she digs it and I totally understand why.

 somebody please pin her tail back on


This brings us to Ariel (who will mostly be referred to as Munch).  I believe that when she was born an angel came down into our little new mom room and whispered in her ear. Here is what I think the angel said: "Hey Munch, the world is one great party, make sure you are there, try to be the star, and don't worry about being late, just get there".  What an awful thing for a sweet little angel to tell my kid! Munch is a classic cutie: fair skin, hazel eyes, long hair, long legs, thin frame and Super Social. What do they say when they meet her? "Oh you are so pretty.", "look at those beautiful eyes", and "She is such a Diva". She loves to hear it too.

                                                               She stole this pose from America's Next Top Model
What's a mom to do? I have a sweetie pie and a sassy pants. I have to give that mom look when people start to compliment Munch shake my head, and let them know she is already well informed on her beauty and Diva-dom. Now what I had to figure out was that Bean totally thinks she is super cute, she just doesn't put much stock into it.  Ariel doesn't think school and being humble are too important, even though she's very intelligent.  Oh Well.

Teen Mom moment:  Munch is the most super fun party kid ever, I love to take her to social settings with me, even though beans kinda my fave cuz I had her first.
Mom Moment:  Until their personalities level out and they become their own selves regardless of my opinions, when people ask about the girls I will have to say: "Bean's my responsible levelheaded child, and Munch is the sassy one."

                                              A rare moment when neither tried to outshine the other.

The School year has begun

Sooooooo, the chickadees are back in school, and as it goes so am I. I cant believe how much I feel like I never graduated. It kinda sucks.  Proud mom moment: My oldest is in the Honors Program, this ultimately means because she is so stinking smart, they will let her earn highschool credits in Middle school and give her loads way mor work at home and in class. Teen mom moment: I am now taking advanced Math, English, and Latin. Yay me.

Now, I get to reflect on the joys of middle school for me at least:
1. Establishing your cool: Apparently now that I'm older and a mom this means nothing of what it used to mean.  I am trying to help her find the trend she wishes to follow (approve it), pick out the modest and chic clothes, bookbags, binders, pens, pencils, etc. She now thinks I'm crazy, I think she is lame......

2. Connecting with teachers: Figuring out who is the coolest teacher, which ones you can ask questions, who takes a special interest in you (for manipulation purposes too), you never know when you really might need that extension on the research paper.  I think she is oblivious and uninvolved, she thinks I'm crazy they're all the same--just teachers.

3. Finding your gal pals: I didnt have a clique, thankfully, no mean girl mob mentality, but you  need a gal pal right? Guess not, my oldest is most definetely a loner. She marches to the beat of her own very quiet drum.  She flies below raidar and has no inclination to start up a band. She thinks I'm way to into her social life, I'm freaking out and often worry she has social issues. (BTW her dad now too thinks I'm going crazy about all this).

Moral of this story..... I dont think there is one, other than whats a mom to do when school starts and the culture has changed so much we cant tell if we were wierd or just our kids are?  My inner teen mom totally thinks my kid is super uncool. My grownup mom  says if you were an older mom you wouldnt even care.

Yup, I'm a mom...

So, I have tried this blog thing before, but, I picked a topic that I was limited on. Now being a mom, I have tons of experiences to share. So I will start at the beginning.  YUP!, I'm a mom. Not just any mom the dreaded and often stereotyped TEEN MOM.

                                                Me at sixteen with my preemie firstborn  (Can you say petrified?)
 I had the privilege of becoming a mother at the tender age of seventeen, and again at nineteen.  Two beautiful girls. People sure do look at you funny when you drop your babe off at the babysitters on  the way to prom. They really whisper when you have another one two years later.  I dig the interest and I keep living. I have  also been a step mom, twice over. Yes Folks, teen moms sometimes get married...... twice. (I smile at this part)

 I would like to share with you the fun, not so cliche' moments that have made my life wickedly awesome, and often times left me...... Well,  befuddled.  I intend to dispel the rumors that we are any different than any other moms.  We are all a little crazy!  I have just had major fun with it all.

 Cheers to the mom's everywhere!  Hope you enjoy!