If you’ve been to Atlanta, chances are you’ve heard of Stone Mountain, one of the largest exposed masses of granite in the world. (Fun fact – I worked at Stone Mountain Park for years!) We still live pretty close and visit often to enjoy the attractions and climb the mountain.
Stone Mountain’s walk-up trail is located near the west entrance to the park and is a 1-mile trek up to the top of the mountain. The trail is open from dawn until dusk, and if you decide to climb up, you’ll get to experience some amazing views of the surrounding scenery and (on clear days) views of the Atlanta skyline.
Before you become a mom, you have this idea in your head of what it’s going to be like and the type of mom you’re going to be.
But every mom knows that all of those ideas go out the window when the nurse places your first baby in your arms.
You realize it’s all about survival in the beginning. And after a while, you end up doing what works for you and your baby. The longer you’re a mom, the less you care about what other people think and the more you rely on your instincts and what is working for your family.
That being said, when I was pregnant with my first child, I had a lot of great ideas about how I’d raise my kids and the type of mom I would be. As a first-time-mom (FTM), I knew that my kids would be different and I would be different. I would be the best mom and my kids would only get the best.
But now that I’m a seasoned mom…I’d like to go back and tell FTM Holly to STFU!
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My husband is an amazing dad. He’s so great with kids! There’s nothing he loves more than coming home from work, putting on one of his superhero t-shirts, and playing with the kids for hours. I’m pretty sure the reason that he’s such a good dad is because he’s still a kid at heart. Seriously. He has more action figures than Graham does!
Yes, my husband is a nerd. A movie buff, comic book-loving, electronic obsessed nerd. But I’m pretty dorky myself (#disneynerd) so I guess that’s why we get along so well?
So if you have a lovable nerdy husband, just like mine, here is my Father’s Day Gift Guide – Gifts for the Nerdy Dad.
I don’t know about your kids, but my kids thrive on a schedule. It took me a while to figure out how important a set schedule was for our family. Graham gave up his nap right around the time I had Maddie, and our days became super irregular. I was doing my best to fill the long days with activities, and for about a year, we went here and there and our days never looked the same.
Graham’s behavior was terrible during this period. It was actually the therapist that I started seeing for my postpartum depression that insisted we get on a set schedule. And boy, was she right! About a month after we started following our new schedule, I could already see a difference in Graham’s behavior. I think he feels more secure when he knows exactly what the plan is for the day. The schedule also gave me dedicated breaks, which was crucial in my recovery from the depression.
Moms have to deal with some pretty gross stuff. Some things you’re prepared for – like poopy diapers and runny noses. But then there are the things you might not have thought about before pushing that baby out of you. Things like the disgusting nub of umbilical cord that is hanging onto your baby’s belly button by a single gross thread and makes you want to gag when you see it. Or when you’re dying of thirst and take a huge gulp from your glass, only to realize your toddler got hold of it and the glass is filled with more backwash and goldfish crumbs than actual water. And don’t forget the floaters you have to fish out of the bathtub when your kid takes a huge poop during bath time.
Yep – moms’ lives are so glamorous. No wonder we see so many jokes and memes about moms drinking wine! And you know what goes great with wine?
Well, moms – you’re in luck! You don’t even have to make another miserable trip to the grocery store with your kids in tow, pushing around that f***ing huge car shopping cart while you shove snacks at your kids to keep them quiet and entertained. You can find cheese in your own home! All you need to do is to look for those sippy cups of milk that disappear all over your house. You know the ones – the cups that reappear days later with disgusting, rotten milk. We’re talking milk that’s more spoiled than your rich neighbor’s kid with the private school tuition that cost more than your mortgage, and who owns not one, but two ponies. Milk that isn’t milk at all anymore. It’s finely aged cheese.