Saturday, March 31, 2007

Parenting meme

Daddy L, over at The Jasper Chronicles has tagged me and I'm going to be very nice and oblige him with my answers...

1) What was your biggest surprise when you became a parent?
That some of those gooey, chocolate-box moments which made me want to gag when I heard about them as a childless singleton, now make me tear up. Like how utterly sweet it is to see your child give you a big smile at the end of a morning apart. (Or how heart-rippingly ugly it feels to leave her.)

2) Name some things you vowed you'd never do, but find yourself doing now?
Like Daddy L, I never thought I'd be eating TLM's leftovers. But unlike hyim, if it's already been in TLM's mouth then there's no way it's going anywhere but the rubbish bin.

Also, I'd really hoped I wouldn't become a baby bore. Unfortunately, a lifetime's worth of interesting pursuits has boiled down to a blog in which I mostly write about babies.

3) What's the one thing you thought you would do, but actually don't?
Am I the only one who saw herself as a future yummy mummy - made up, beautifully shoed, toned and stylish - only to succumb to the boring old baggy t-shirt + jeans + clumpy boat shoes and no makeup uniform?


Angela said...

Yep that is what happened when I became a momma too.

Violet said...

We got a kids book from the library called Yummy Yucky, which has something yummy (e.g. spaghetti) on one page and something yucky (e.g. worms) on the opposite page. So if I were in the book I guess I'd be a "yucky mummy".

Wicked said...

Let it take time, Mommy - I wore that uniform until the Smallest was about 2 or 3, then some of the yummy-mummyness came back... not all at once; it seems to come in fits and starts as they age. Like how the older they get, the more time you have to do your hair without having to worry if they're feeding jam to the cat.

Violet said...

Wicked: nice to hear from you! It's good to know then that maybe I'll only have 4 months to go before I can start to wear plunging necklines again (without fear of them being pulled down to my waist by you-know-who).