Barbie!

I have a four year old daughter and she is turning into quite the girly-girl. Part of me could blame the gifts that others give her, but I'm not going to knock anything that generous friends and family want to give. But recently I've come to realize that I haven't helped much in this area. She is my only girl, will be my only girl. And as much as I want her to play sports, climb trees and skin her knees to build character, I also want her to enjoy being a girl. Some of this has already come back to haunt me though. I wanted her to be comfortable wearing a dress and we are currently in a stage where she wants to wear nothing but a dress. I wanted her to have pretty hair (sounds silly but the girl was near bald for the first two years, so hope for hair is well founded) and now she sits patiently for me to fix it only to undo the braid, pull out the rubberband and lose the barrettes mere minutes after leaving my watchful care (aka preschool).

Our latest interest is the world of all that is girly and pink is Barbie. Grandma got her one for Christmas, as well as a horse for her to ride. Here we are only 6 months later and she has about 7 of them, several being Princess barbies. And don't get me started on the movies. If I never have to watch another bad CGI fairy tale with Barbie worked in as the heroine, I will be a happy woman. Unfortunately, I let her watch one this morning and if I want to get anything done this afternoon she may get another one. They have turned into great motivation for her to behave, darn perils of kiddie bribery.

An unexpected side benefit to growing up Girly is watching my husband shudder in horror as his son takes interest in anything that isn't considered to be boyish. I get a lot of amusement out of watching him recoil when our 2 yo asks for a doll, wants to dress up with sissy or picks a Barbie movie to watch. My husband never would claim to be an enlightened male, he likes boys to be boys, mostly out of old-fashioned thinking. I can't help but take a bit of pride in myself and my kids for being flexible in this area and my mind wanders to one key thought: At least they are sharing.

Well, I suppose the fact that it's taken me so long to write a second post is probably a sign that I don't have time for a blog. But I've never been much of one for paying attention to things like that. Taking on too much is a problem most women I know have. I can't think of the last time I talked to a girlfriend only to find that she had nothing going on, was bored or had too much free time on her hands.
At any rate, there is a reason I've been busier since my last post. His name is Keller, my third and last (planned) child. He came into this world rather stubbornly in early April. And being the mom of three kids has been an adjustment. I've gotten very little sleep of late and I'll probably use that as an excuse for grammatical and spelling errors for at least the next year or so. Mostly I'm learning that it's more of a shuffle, more figuring out who needs what, when. And basically coming to realize that I can't give them all as much time as I (or even they) would want. I am already comparing how much my oldest got to do and be involved with to the younger two. She had music class, weekly trips to the Childrens' museum, gymnastics and library time. We are pretty much down to library time, no coincidence that it's the free activity on the list. But if I didn't start with the mommy guilt now, how can I expect to properly pass guilt on to my children. Any good mom knows that a little guilt can go a long way down the road.
So my goal is to post twice a week. I think that is manageable. Especially when you consider that I wrote this one while dinner finished in the oven, the laundry is running, the dogs are barking at kids outside, the toddler pummeled each other with foam hammers and the baby fussed a bit through tummy time. Boy is my husband lucky to come home to all this fun!

First post

I suppose my first post will be fairly anticlimactic. A bit of an intro more than anything. I'm Annie, stay at home mom extraordinaire. I have two gorgeous children and one soon to make his arrival, all under 4 years old. Married to a pretty great guy, who for the most part, is less work than my kids, but has his days. I'll be the first to admit that I am living a very blessed life. My plan for this blog is pretty much just to have a place to share my thoughts about life, a few debatable topics, parenting research and baby/kid gear reviews. Not sure anyone will care much about those things, but I can fool myself into thinking that in all the free time I have.