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Never a Dull Moment

So we decided to take a trip to one of the local farms in our area, and my son got to milk a cow as one of the activities, well now I got a toddler running around going MOOoOOOOOOOOOO! Milk me!!!!!!!!!

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Princess At Heart

Michael has always had his own way of doing things, ever since that first faithful breath almost 4 years ago. He’s a kind hearted boy who does not like being told he can’t be or do something, and will likely prove you wrong. I guess he takes after me in the determination department because as I child I hated the phrase “But, your a girl….”

As a mother we want our children to think the sky's the limit when it comes to their dream, and I can tell you that after today my son can really reach the sky.

Our day began like most days do, where I would get him up and feed him breakfast before taking him to daycare. But, today while he munched on his oatmeal and I drank my tea and we discussed what he wanted to wear to daycare he requested that he wear his tutu I had made earlier in the year for his 3rd birthday party.(It was a prince and princess theme) I had grown accustom to him wearing all different things to daycare from Iron Man costumes to swimming shorts as I tend to allow him to express himself in any way he wants. However up till now he had never asked to wear any of the tutus or dress he had in his dress up chest to daycare.

For a moment I wanted to say no, but then I realized that if i told him no he might never get up the courage to wear them again. And that ladies (and gentleman) was not something i want for my son. So with a heavy heart knowing that he might get laughed at by the other little boys in the daycare I agreed to let him wear it over top of his regular clothes.

With our coats on and his bag over my shoulders we began the 4 block journey to his daycare. It had been raining the last couple of days so it was wet outside, but that did not put a damper on my son’s mood as he skipped along holding my hand.

At this point i was running through my head all the scenarios that might happen once we got to the daycare, would they ask me to take it off him, would he get laughed at, would nothing happen, would i come back after daycare to find other parents judging myself and my son.

Well I can tell you that none of these scenarios were what happened later that day when I went to retrieve my son, in fact I was a little shocked at what I found. It turns out another little boy who Michael had become friends with shortly after his arrival at his daycare centre (Michael had been in daycare since he was 9 months old and these boys had practically grown up together), had come to daycare in a elsa dress. And then the boy’s mother showed up and we began talking. Now although our boys seem to be good friends myself and his mother had not really had very many chance to talk to one another. But the words that came out of her mouth that day touched my heart.

“I just wanted to say that I love the way you raise your son. Not only do you allow him to be his own person, but you have taught him one of life's hardest lessons to treat women equally.” She then went on to say she thought she was the only one to allow her son to play with what society has deemed girly toys, and clothes, and that it was seeing my son show off his individuality that gave her the courage to send her son to daycare that day in what he want to wear.

I was truely touched at what she said.

More often than not, these days society tells us how we should raise our children, and it is because of this that we get sexisum and people who don’t see the world as it should be. It is because of the people who follow the social norms of society that not only my son but tons of others will in fact get bullied in school, until the light that makes them special is snuffed out. My son has an amazing light that shines brighter than I or even my fiance can even see, and i will never allow someone to change him for anything.

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Todays adventure...... braving the cold to see Santa Claus only to realize........ he doesn’t like Santa.....

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This recipe is a must in our household...... I feel like I am making almost every week. Keeps my son’s attention better then the regular play doh and its ten times more fun to play make (We love making Messes in this Household)

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Raising Michael

“Mommy? What are those?”

I’m not the only mother who has had to find a way to explain to a toddler things that they shouldn’t or don’t need to learn about when they are young, and I most certainly will not be the last.

This past week while I was painting with my son Michael, he accidently knocked over the cup of water that was housing our dirty brushes and it spilled all over my shirt. As a mom I knew that if I didn’t get it into the wash before the paint settled then it would stain and it would be ruined. Since my son was almost 4 and we had begun teaching him the difference between boys and girls, I had grown accustom to not getting undressed in front of him. However today was not one of those days. I had pulled off my shirt leaving me in my bra and raced to the kitchen to soak my shirt in hot water until I could wash it.

My son not having noticed he had spilled the water got up in confusion and followed me into the kitchen. And like any  toddler would, when he spotted the marks that stretched across my stomach and into my waistline he pointed and asked that one question we are all used too…….. “Mommy? What are those?”

At first I was a little surprised as I had not heard him follow me into the Kitchen, but then I was baffled at what he was talking about until I looked down.

He was pointing at the stretch marks that I had gotten from not only being pregnant with him, but also being pregnant with his unborn brother. To me they were just something I had grown accustomed to seeing each and everyday, but to him they must have looked like someone had scratched me.

Taking his hand I led him out of our kitchen and back into the living room I sat him down. I thought for a moment on how I could possibly explain to my son that these marks where one of my most precious possessions.

After a moment I took one of his hands and placed it on my hip were a much faded mark lay and began my explanation….. “You see this mark right here, it’s a mark given to me by you.”

My son a little confused leaned over and kissed me cheek and apologized for hurting me, but I laughed a little and kissed him on the head, and assured him that he had not hurt me.

I went on to tell him that a long time ago before he was born, he had been where is brother was in my tummy and that these marks were there to remind me of the time when I could not hold him like I do now.

He seemed to understand this, and went on to touch other marks on my belly, as I explained that his brother to had his own marks as well.

After a while of sitting there looking over all the marks on my body, he simply hopped off the couch and returned to painting his picture, but like not before he turned to me and said in true Michael fashion……. “Mommy you still haven’t cleaned up the water yet.”

I like most first time mom’s had hated my stretch marks at first, trying everything in my power to remove them from my body. But after having a conversation with my own mother about hers I looked at them from a different perspective. They were not something I should have been ashamed of, but something I should be proud of, they symbolized the fact that I had gone through one of the most amazing things any women could. I had grown something from the size of a pinhead to a baby within my body. Today I parade the around every chance I get. Even when my children are long grown up and move out on their own, I can look at those fade lines that decorate me stomach and thighs and know that they are never truly gone.

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Introducing Super-mommy <3

 I’d like to take a minute to introduce myself to you amazing people out there. I’m Cassie, but to my son’s Michael and Alexxander I’m known as Mommy. I’m a 21 year old mother of 1 (Soon to be 2 this Christmas), and full time Fiancée to and amazing man. We began our Journey through parenthood in the Summer of 2012 when we found we were expecting our first, and 6 months later we welcomed our first son Michael-Jayzen into the world. Now I know you are doing the math in your head, if I am 21 and i had my son almost 4 years ago that would have made me 17. For those of you who are thinking that you are correct. My son was born a little early on in my life, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. Something about becoming a mother younger, just made me realize I needed to grow up just a tad bit faster and I was okay with that. 

 Michael changed a lot in our lives, from how we spent our free time, and how we ate. Let me tell you going from eating fast food 3 times a week, to eating once a month was no walk in the park. But it was a milestone we passed.

 Along with being a mother, and Fiancee I am also a full time college student working my way towards my ECE degree. I guess someone in me I always knew I wanted to work with children, it just took having one of my own to give me the push I needed.

 I’m really an open book, what you see is what you get. To the world I am just another regular person but, to my son I am super...... Which is why I am a Super-mommy. And I’m not the only one, every mommy all over the world is just as super if not more super then me.