And last, but certainly not least in this guest post series is Chantelle. She is a mom, wife, & florist. She has a new feature on her blog called Conversations With My Kids that I am loving. Venture on over and check it out.
I’m so excited to be guest posting here at Boy Crazed Mama. I hope Jami is enjoying her vacation. I’m Chantelle from Mom Went Crazy. As the name implies my kids drive me absolutely nuts. They’re clearing a space for me at the loony bin as we speak. I mean they’re cute and everything, but...well, you know.
I have two daughters. Emma is three and Sophie is six months. They are two years and eight months apart in age.
I think this is the absolute pinnacle of child spacing. I don’t think I could have them any closer in age without involving
some serious drinking binges, medication or some sort of therapy.
My husband, Mike, wanted our kids spaced further apart. I said no and went off birth control. He vowed not to sleep with me until six months later when he thought we should start trying. I was pregnant seven weeks after that conversation.
For anyone else considering the 30 to 38 month window of child spacing, here is some food for thought.
I love a good list, don’t you?
· Emma is old enough to understand the word ‘no.’ Not that it matters.
· She knows that the knife drawer is not for playing in.
· She knows you don’t drink the ‘blue juice’ under the sink.
· When the baby needs to be put down for a nap, or eat, or mom needs to make herself a mid-morning martini, I can put on Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and know that she’s not going to kill herself in my absence. FYI – that martini makes the ‘hot dog dance’ so much more fun.
· Emma is old enough to know how to be gentle without maiming Sophie. This means mom can pee without having to bring the baby in for safekeeping. Although an audience usually ensues regardless.
· Emma will be out of the house when Sophie starts driving so I won’t have two kids fighting over who gets to take the car.
· They are close enough in age that they can play together. Alone. More martini time for mom.
· Emma can talk really well so I’m not left guessing what a toddler wants while holding a screaming baby.
· Emma is totally potty trained. This knowledge makes me feel good on days when Sophie craps up her back. (You know what I’m talking about.)
· Emma can open a door. Not cool when you’re nursing a baby and your three year old runs out the front door. Forget babyproofing, I need to preschooler proof that shiznit.
· Just when I got finished with diapers, I had to start all over again.
· Emma doesn’t nap anymore. There is No. Alone. Time. Ever. From six in the morning until eight at night those bitches own me.
· Emma can reach things and can find ways to get at what she can’t reach. Have you ever walked in on your three year old putting lipstick on your baby?
· She can talk which may prompt her to say things to strangers like “Mommy has milk in her boobies.”
· They’re close enough in age to gang up on us.
What do you think? Don’t agree? Think I’m a genius? Let me know!