In one step:
Stupid Man #1: "Are you due next month?"
Me: "No, I have three more to go, thanks."
In two steps:
Stupid Man #2: "How far along are you?"
Me: "Six Months"
Stupid Man #2: "Wow, you got big early!"
Me: ...
Yeah, two comments in one week.
Feeling fabulous.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Monday, September 9, 2013
Monkey See, Monkey Do, Monkey...Teach???
There are some days where I just have to hang my head and sigh.
My husband is a very intelligent man. He really is. Whenever we come to a subject that he doesn't know something about, it's always very surprising to me.
Apparently, raising children falls into that category.
Not to say that I'm an expert, but I think some things should be fairly obvious.
For instance...
For Baby A's birthday we bought her a toddler slide. It's about 3 feet tall and fits in the coat closet when not in use. She loves it and frequently in the evenings we'll pull that out for her to play on.
Last week, one evening after dinner, we were watching baseball and Baby A was sliding down her slide having a great time.
My husband jumps up and says "Baby A watch this!!"
(let me just insert, anything your husband, brother, son, nephew, etc, etc, says that starts with 'watch this' should be considered very, very suspect.)
He then proceeds to put her on the top of the slide, facing backwards, and slide her down to the floor. At this the following conversation takes place.
Me: 'Don't teach her that. She's going to try it on her own, topple down the slide and hurt herself.'
Husband: 'She's not going to hurt herself, besides she's not on this unsupervised.'
Me: 'She's on it unsupervised enough, if I'm cooking dinner and the slide is out, my eyes aren't on her every minute. Besides, if you teach this to her here, she is going to think she can slide down every slide backwards.'
He harrumphed and kind of got the point. Or so I thought.
Last night, I was cooking dinner and my husband was playing with Baby A in the living room when I hear...
"Here, try this, go down face first..."
So, now I've had to warn our daycare lady that my very intelligent husband has been teaching our daughter to go down slides backwards and face first without any thought to the fact that she is highly likely to try this on a slide that is not 3 feet tall with a carpeted floor at the bottom...
Really???
My husband is a very intelligent man. He really is. Whenever we come to a subject that he doesn't know something about, it's always very surprising to me.
Apparently, raising children falls into that category.
Not to say that I'm an expert, but I think some things should be fairly obvious.
For instance...
For Baby A's birthday we bought her a toddler slide. It's about 3 feet tall and fits in the coat closet when not in use. She loves it and frequently in the evenings we'll pull that out for her to play on.
Last week, one evening after dinner, we were watching baseball and Baby A was sliding down her slide having a great time.
My husband jumps up and says "Baby A watch this!!"
(let me just insert, anything your husband, brother, son, nephew, etc, etc, says that starts with 'watch this' should be considered very, very suspect.)
He then proceeds to put her on the top of the slide, facing backwards, and slide her down to the floor. At this the following conversation takes place.
Me: 'Don't teach her that. She's going to try it on her own, topple down the slide and hurt herself.'
Husband: 'She's not going to hurt herself, besides she's not on this unsupervised.'
Me: 'She's on it unsupervised enough, if I'm cooking dinner and the slide is out, my eyes aren't on her every minute. Besides, if you teach this to her here, she is going to think she can slide down every slide backwards.'
He harrumphed and kind of got the point. Or so I thought.
Last night, I was cooking dinner and my husband was playing with Baby A in the living room when I hear...
"Here, try this, go down face first..."
So, now I've had to warn our daycare lady that my very intelligent husband has been teaching our daughter to go down slides backwards and face first without any thought to the fact that she is highly likely to try this on a slide that is not 3 feet tall with a carpeted floor at the bottom...
Really???
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Kickboxing strategies and how they relate to pregnancy
Back in my single days I loved kickboxing. Loved it.
This was not the aerobics class at the local YMCA or LA Fitness or Lifetime Fitness.
This was a boxing gym.
They trained fighters.
They participated in local boxing matches.
They had bruises and black eyes.
I was one of those people. With the bruises and black eyes. I loved it.
I actually did train to fight in the ring for a while. Not with the intention of actually getting in the ring, but one of the other girls in the gym did want to and needed a partner to spar with that was her height/size/class etc.
It was awesome.
I also used to go to the boxing matches in Atlanta and one of those fights will probably stay in my head for as long as I live, but probably not for the reason you would expect.
When the two fighters came out, one was a tall, broad shouldered, hulk of a guy. Thick arms, thick legs, looked like he could break a tree trunk in half by blinking at it.
The other guy was tall too, but thin, wiry, clearly muscled as well, but looked like a shadow of a person next to his opponent.
When the fight started it seemed like an obvious win.
The bell rang and the two opponents started circling. They threw out test punches and the little guy swatted a kick on the Hulk's left thigh.
The hulk barely noticed it. Never bothered to block or counter it.
They kept circling and the little guy kept deftly avoiding getting hit with anything solid and kept up these swat kicks at the Hulk's left thigh. In the same spot every time. They were solid kicks but not anything that was going to sweep the legs out from under the Hulk, he just kept ignoring them and trying to land a solid punch.
By the third round, these kicks were a little more noticeable. The little guy would swat kick that same spot and the leg would shake a bit. Then it started to buckle a bit at each kick.
The fight eventually ended with the Hulk having to withdraw because he couldn't stand anymore.
The crowd didn't know what to do. It was amazing and kind of anticlimactic. You go to a boxing match to see two guys beat the hell out of each other, right? This was done so deftly, so quietly that by the time the Hulk realized there was a problem, the fight was almost over. By repeated kicking just one spot, in a non threatening way, over and over and over the little guy slowly worked the leg right out from under his much larger opponent and won the match without ever having to land a punch or come down to a test of sheer muscle strength.
I thought it was brilliant, later, at the time I was just as amazed and kind of let down as the rest of the crowd.
Now, reference this back to pregnancy.
I have a little opponent.
Much smaller than me.
Not very strong.
But she's a kicker.
And she kicks me in the same spot.
Over.
And Over.
And Over.
And every time I make a face about it, someone has to say 'she's only a pound, she can't be kicking you that hard.'
No. She's not.
The strength behind the kick is not the issue here.
It's the fact that she only kicks me in one spot.
The same spot.
Repeatedly.
For hours every day and night.
So, yeah, she's only a pound but my little lightweight is winning this particular match.
This was not the aerobics class at the local YMCA or LA Fitness or Lifetime Fitness.
This was a boxing gym.
They trained fighters.
They participated in local boxing matches.
They had bruises and black eyes.
I was one of those people. With the bruises and black eyes. I loved it.
I actually did train to fight in the ring for a while. Not with the intention of actually getting in the ring, but one of the other girls in the gym did want to and needed a partner to spar with that was her height/size/class etc.
It was awesome.
I also used to go to the boxing matches in Atlanta and one of those fights will probably stay in my head for as long as I live, but probably not for the reason you would expect.
When the two fighters came out, one was a tall, broad shouldered, hulk of a guy. Thick arms, thick legs, looked like he could break a tree trunk in half by blinking at it.
The other guy was tall too, but thin, wiry, clearly muscled as well, but looked like a shadow of a person next to his opponent.
When the fight started it seemed like an obvious win.
The bell rang and the two opponents started circling. They threw out test punches and the little guy swatted a kick on the Hulk's left thigh.
The hulk barely noticed it. Never bothered to block or counter it.
They kept circling and the little guy kept deftly avoiding getting hit with anything solid and kept up these swat kicks at the Hulk's left thigh. In the same spot every time. They were solid kicks but not anything that was going to sweep the legs out from under the Hulk, he just kept ignoring them and trying to land a solid punch.
By the third round, these kicks were a little more noticeable. The little guy would swat kick that same spot and the leg would shake a bit. Then it started to buckle a bit at each kick.
The fight eventually ended with the Hulk having to withdraw because he couldn't stand anymore.
The crowd didn't know what to do. It was amazing and kind of anticlimactic. You go to a boxing match to see two guys beat the hell out of each other, right? This was done so deftly, so quietly that by the time the Hulk realized there was a problem, the fight was almost over. By repeated kicking just one spot, in a non threatening way, over and over and over the little guy slowly worked the leg right out from under his much larger opponent and won the match without ever having to land a punch or come down to a test of sheer muscle strength.
I thought it was brilliant, later, at the time I was just as amazed and kind of let down as the rest of the crowd.
Now, reference this back to pregnancy.
I have a little opponent.
Much smaller than me.
Not very strong.
But she's a kicker.
And she kicks me in the same spot.
Over.
And Over.
And Over.
And every time I make a face about it, someone has to say 'she's only a pound, she can't be kicking you that hard.'
No. She's not.
The strength behind the kick is not the issue here.
It's the fact that she only kicks me in one spot.
The same spot.
Repeatedly.
For hours every day and night.
So, yeah, she's only a pound but my little lightweight is winning this particular match.
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Too Many Updates
Ok, it's been a while and I don't have any good excuses. I just haven't felt motivated to write.
First - Baby A's birthday party was great. We had such a great time and had a lot of family there but other than that kept it pretty small, just two of our closest friends with their littles. I had asked for books for my daughter because she loves to read. She can spend 20 minutes flipping through the pages of one book. When we open her toy chest, she doesn't even look at most of the toys in there anymore, she just pulls out all the books and then either sits down to read them, or wants me or my husband to read with her. I love it. I want to do everything I possibly can to encourage her love of books and reading. She was really thrilled when she started opening presents at her party and kept pulling out new books. Of course, the actual act of tearing open the wrapping paper was the highlight of the event for her, the books were a close second though.
Secondly, Baby A is in her new 'big girl' room. I'm so excited about it. I spent the whole Labor Day weekend working on it. Touching up the paint, redoing the trim paint, hanging curtains, rearranging furniture (yes, while pregnant, I know), moving all her clothes and toys and books and everything into the new room.
First - Baby A's birthday party was great. We had such a great time and had a lot of family there but other than that kept it pretty small, just two of our closest friends with their littles. I had asked for books for my daughter because she loves to read. She can spend 20 minutes flipping through the pages of one book. When we open her toy chest, she doesn't even look at most of the toys in there anymore, she just pulls out all the books and then either sits down to read them, or wants me or my husband to read with her. I love it. I want to do everything I possibly can to encourage her love of books and reading. She was really thrilled when she started opening presents at her party and kept pulling out new books. Of course, the actual act of tearing open the wrapping paper was the highlight of the event for her, the books were a close second though.
Books!!
Secondly, Baby A is in her new 'big girl' room. I'm so excited about it. I spent the whole Labor Day weekend working on it. Touching up the paint, redoing the trim paint, hanging curtains, rearranging furniture (yes, while pregnant, I know), moving all her clothes and toys and books and everything into the new room.
The bed is enormous and she looks so very, very tiny in it, but given the space in the room, and the need to use the twin in the smaller kids bedroom, it just made sense. She has spent two nights there so far and has done really, really well. Both nights she has been a little freaked out when it was time to go to bed and we didn't go back down the hall to her old room and her old crib, but once she was in the bed, she fell asleep very quickly and stayed asleep all night. I have pillows on the floor next to the bed in case she falls out, but she hadn't fallen out of her toddler bed in several weeks, so I'm hoping we're past that phase and she's got the whole 'don't roll too far' thing down now.
Still no name for our newest little princess. It's such a hard process and the names at the top of the list seem to change weekly. I'm 23 weeks right now and still doing really well. She is an active little thing though and has really started making her presence known. The kicks and rolls are visible now and she's not at all shy about it when my husband wants to feel what's going on.
She and I have been having discussions at 2 and 3 am. If I can sleep through, we're just fine. If I have to get up and go to the bathroom, she decides it's morning and starts dancing. There have been several nights where I really have to think about how badly I have to go and if it's worth being awake for another hour until the Rockette in my belly settles back down.
Only 17 weeks to go before we meet our second daughter. It's very exciting, and terrifying, all at once.
I've gained 13 lbs so far, still doing really well. My glucose test is tomorrow and I had better pass this stupid thing the first time. Last time I failed and had to retake it doing the super long version with four blood draws and no food ahead of time. Of course, last time I had already developed a HORRIBLE sweet tooth and had spent the previous weekend with my in laws gorging on chocolate cake and strawberry short cake. So, yeah, failed that.
This time, I am definitely having sweet cravings, and am definitely getting hungrier in general, but over all much more aware of controlling my eating and am finding better ways to indulge my sweet tooth that aren't super high fat/calorie.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Moments to remember
Last night my husband was able to feel the baby kick. She was doing a pretty serious dance and I guess I made a face about it because he asked if she was moving and then put his hand on my belly to feel it. She pretty much kicked right on cue. It was so sweet. Baby A always seemed to know when my husband was trying to feel her kicks and immediately stopped. Towards the end though she was such a dancer that my whole belly would roll with her. She was such a peanut though that it was never really painful, mildly uncomfortable as a heel or elbow pushed out and across my stomach but she never really hurt. Hopefully this little girl is the same way.
I'm starting to actually gain some weight now. I'm at about 10.5 lbs gained but still, with just over18 weeks to go, that puts me at a really good range to hopefully stay under 35 lbs total, under 30 lbs would be fabulous. I'm starting to get hungrier though. Up until now I hadn't really changed my eating habits too much. I changed a few of my snacks to be slightly higher calories and protein and added an afternoon snack that didn't used to be there but now I"m finding I need something earlier in the morning than I used to and that I'm hungrier at lunch and dinner than I used to be.
I managed to eat an entire bag of popcorn myself, in one day. Not the type of bag you put in a microwave, it was a massive Walmart econosized bag of kettle corn. Kinda sweet, kinda salty and holy moly so very, very good. I had no off button. Literally just kept eating it all day. The whole bag. I really figured I'd reach a point where it would make me ill, but that never happened.
I've also had a cold for the last two weeks. What a miserable thing to deal with while pregnant. There just isn't anything you can do about it except wait. I stayed home one day last week and then again one day this week. I was just sneezing and coughing so much that I didn't feel it was right to bring my germs to work. I've been taking medicine at night to help me sleep, but I don't want to take it all day too, so I just have to deal with the coughing and sneezing.
I'm hoping that this doesn't interfere with our plans for Saturday, Baby A's 2nd Birthday Party!! Yay!!
I'm so excited!
Last year it was so emotional to realize that a full year had gone by. Now, she's so far removed from the tiny baby that she was, it's a little easier to accept that yet another year has gone. She's growing so fast, and learning so much it's staggering. She has started "singing" along to songs in the car which cracks me up so much. We have a Beatles for Kids CD that we listen to a lot because we both like it, they're songs that if they get stuck in my head don't make me crazy, and there's no stupid cutsie voice telling us to bark like a dog or moo like a cow. Sorry, I just can't deal with that. Baby A loves the Beatles and today started asking for specific songs to be played. She loves the 'yeah, yeah' song (She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah. She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah.) and wanted to hear that over and over this morning.
We encourage her love of music and books as much as possible and this year we have actually very specifically asked everyone attending her birthday to get her books as presents. We have a decent library but it's spread across four rooms in the house, so that really thins it out quickly and we've been reading them all almost daily for 18 months or more. Mama needs some new material!!
I can't believe she's going to be two. And I can't believe that tomorrow is 22 weeks of pregnant. We still don't have a name. We're not in a huge rush about it, but I'd like to get one picked out so we can start using it with Baby A and make it a real person instead of just 'baby'. We'll find the right one, it took time with Baby A also and her name is perfect for her.
I'm starting to actually gain some weight now. I'm at about 10.5 lbs gained but still, with just over18 weeks to go, that puts me at a really good range to hopefully stay under 35 lbs total, under 30 lbs would be fabulous. I'm starting to get hungrier though. Up until now I hadn't really changed my eating habits too much. I changed a few of my snacks to be slightly higher calories and protein and added an afternoon snack that didn't used to be there but now I"m finding I need something earlier in the morning than I used to and that I'm hungrier at lunch and dinner than I used to be.
I managed to eat an entire bag of popcorn myself, in one day. Not the type of bag you put in a microwave, it was a massive Walmart econosized bag of kettle corn. Kinda sweet, kinda salty and holy moly so very, very good. I had no off button. Literally just kept eating it all day. The whole bag. I really figured I'd reach a point where it would make me ill, but that never happened.
I've also had a cold for the last two weeks. What a miserable thing to deal with while pregnant. There just isn't anything you can do about it except wait. I stayed home one day last week and then again one day this week. I was just sneezing and coughing so much that I didn't feel it was right to bring my germs to work. I've been taking medicine at night to help me sleep, but I don't want to take it all day too, so I just have to deal with the coughing and sneezing.
I'm hoping that this doesn't interfere with our plans for Saturday, Baby A's 2nd Birthday Party!! Yay!!
I'm so excited!
Last year it was so emotional to realize that a full year had gone by. Now, she's so far removed from the tiny baby that she was, it's a little easier to accept that yet another year has gone. She's growing so fast, and learning so much it's staggering. She has started "singing" along to songs in the car which cracks me up so much. We have a Beatles for Kids CD that we listen to a lot because we both like it, they're songs that if they get stuck in my head don't make me crazy, and there's no stupid cutsie voice telling us to bark like a dog or moo like a cow. Sorry, I just can't deal with that. Baby A loves the Beatles and today started asking for specific songs to be played. She loves the 'yeah, yeah' song (She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah. She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah.) and wanted to hear that over and over this morning.
We encourage her love of music and books as much as possible and this year we have actually very specifically asked everyone attending her birthday to get her books as presents. We have a decent library but it's spread across four rooms in the house, so that really thins it out quickly and we've been reading them all almost daily for 18 months or more. Mama needs some new material!!
I can't believe she's going to be two. And I can't believe that tomorrow is 22 weeks of pregnant. We still don't have a name. We're not in a huge rush about it, but I'd like to get one picked out so we can start using it with Baby A and make it a real person instead of just 'baby'. We'll find the right one, it took time with Baby A also and her name is perfect for her.
Friday, August 16, 2013
21 Weeks and a kicker
I can't believe I"m over half way there. It's going by so fast.
I had to order new maternity jeans today because the ones I have fit 'under the belly' and this little girl does NOT approve. I am getting kicked like crazy right now. One of my coworkers laughed at me today and said it looks like I"m going to have two opinionated little girls. I don't think she's wrong.
Symptoms have eased quite a bit. The heartburn has died down and the back pain is better. I'm also carrying Baby A less frequently and switching my purse has helped a lot. I would really love to get into a walking and stretching routine and every Friday I promise myself that on Monday I will be organized for the week and go to the gym after work, and then somehow it's Friday again and I haven't done any of that.
I'm going to end up looking like a whale at the end of this pregnancy too. Although I do have to admit I'm still on track. My eating has increased. I'm finding myself hungrier more frequently but that's pretty normal. This baby is growing and so am I. I think I'm at about 9 lbs gained so far, maybe 10. At 21 weeks I think that's probably pretty fantastic.
I had to order new maternity jeans today because the ones I have fit 'under the belly' and this little girl does NOT approve. I am getting kicked like crazy right now. One of my coworkers laughed at me today and said it looks like I"m going to have two opinionated little girls. I don't think she's wrong.
Symptoms have eased quite a bit. The heartburn has died down and the back pain is better. I'm also carrying Baby A less frequently and switching my purse has helped a lot. I would really love to get into a walking and stretching routine and every Friday I promise myself that on Monday I will be organized for the week and go to the gym after work, and then somehow it's Friday again and I haven't done any of that.
I'm going to end up looking like a whale at the end of this pregnancy too. Although I do have to admit I'm still on track. My eating has increased. I'm finding myself hungrier more frequently but that's pretty normal. This baby is growing and so am I. I think I'm at about 9 lbs gained so far, maybe 10. At 21 weeks I think that's probably pretty fantastic.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Marathon Parenting
There are several other 'mom' blogs that I follow and enjoy seeing how other people make parenting decision.
One of them just had her second child, her oldest is about two and a half. She is a stay at home mom and is trying to balance the needs of a newborn with the needs of her daughter who is very used to having her mom's undivided attention. To say I'm taking notes would be an understatement.
Another has seven children, the youngest is pretty close in age to my Baby A. I find her to be truly amazing. Following her blog has definitely helped me realize that messing up is part of parenting but also that sometimes the things that seem big, really aren't and your attitude towards the situation determines a lot towards the outcome.
I love Real Simple Magazine (yes this segue leads somewhere) and have subscribed for years but once a year, usually around this time, they put out a Real Simple Family issue that is not mailed to subscribers and is one I will pick up in the grocery line when I see it has come out. I picked up this year's issue yesterday and haven't sat down to really read it yet, but have read the Editor's Note.
This year the main articles and studies are focused on 'Helicopter Parenting'. I had to google it the first time I heard it used, which was by the mom in the first blog I mentioned. I think it's basically it's where you hover over your child and follow/direct their every step.
There's also another parenting trendy name that's something like Cottonwool Parenting, where you overly protect your children from any real or imagined threat or potential danger. I don't quite know where the separation is on those two but the mom in blog 2 mentioned that particular parenting method.
I haven't read the articles in the Real Simple issue this month but am definitely interested to see where/if/how I fall into this category. I don't think I hover, and in fact, I usually watch Baby A teeter on the edge of the couch or bed as she attempts to rearrange toys without realizing how close to the edge she is and not say a word. If she falls, she'll learn. But there are probably some things that I do that would be considered part of the HP issue.
All that being said. I would like to propose my own brand of trendy parenting styles.
Marathon Parenting.
This is where you realize parenting is really, really hard work. It mostly sucks. It takes way more effort, time and will power than you expected and there's no letting up. If you stop 'training' it all backslides immediately.
But once you get to a point where you start seeing results:
Your children say 'please' and 'thank you' appropriately without coaching.
Your children can walk into and out of a store without pitching fits, throwing tantrums or begging mercilessly for something.
The table next to you at a restaurant compliments you on your well behaved children during a meal.
They come home with a great report card.
They excel at (or just thoroughly enjoy) a sport, hobby or activity.
They smile, hug, and say 'I love you' all on their own.
They apologize when they've done something wrong and realize it on their own.
Those moments, those real results from all the hard work, sweat and tears, that's what makes it worth it. And whatever method of parenting you subscribe to, it just doesn't matter when, at the end of the day you have happy, healthy children.
That's Marathon Parenting. Keeping the end goal in sight and knowing that getting there is not going to be fun or easy, but it's worth it.
One of them just had her second child, her oldest is about two and a half. She is a stay at home mom and is trying to balance the needs of a newborn with the needs of her daughter who is very used to having her mom's undivided attention. To say I'm taking notes would be an understatement.
Another has seven children, the youngest is pretty close in age to my Baby A. I find her to be truly amazing. Following her blog has definitely helped me realize that messing up is part of parenting but also that sometimes the things that seem big, really aren't and your attitude towards the situation determines a lot towards the outcome.
I love Real Simple Magazine (yes this segue leads somewhere) and have subscribed for years but once a year, usually around this time, they put out a Real Simple Family issue that is not mailed to subscribers and is one I will pick up in the grocery line when I see it has come out. I picked up this year's issue yesterday and haven't sat down to really read it yet, but have read the Editor's Note.
This year the main articles and studies are focused on 'Helicopter Parenting'. I had to google it the first time I heard it used, which was by the mom in the first blog I mentioned. I think it's basically it's where you hover over your child and follow/direct their every step.
There's also another parenting trendy name that's something like Cottonwool Parenting, where you overly protect your children from any real or imagined threat or potential danger. I don't quite know where the separation is on those two but the mom in blog 2 mentioned that particular parenting method.
I haven't read the articles in the Real Simple issue this month but am definitely interested to see where/if/how I fall into this category. I don't think I hover, and in fact, I usually watch Baby A teeter on the edge of the couch or bed as she attempts to rearrange toys without realizing how close to the edge she is and not say a word. If she falls, she'll learn. But there are probably some things that I do that would be considered part of the HP issue.
All that being said. I would like to propose my own brand of trendy parenting styles.
Marathon Parenting.
This is where you realize parenting is really, really hard work. It mostly sucks. It takes way more effort, time and will power than you expected and there's no letting up. If you stop 'training' it all backslides immediately.
But once you get to a point where you start seeing results:
Your children say 'please' and 'thank you' appropriately without coaching.
Your children can walk into and out of a store without pitching fits, throwing tantrums or begging mercilessly for something.
The table next to you at a restaurant compliments you on your well behaved children during a meal.
They come home with a great report card.
They excel at (or just thoroughly enjoy) a sport, hobby or activity.
They smile, hug, and say 'I love you' all on their own.
They apologize when they've done something wrong and realize it on their own.
Those moments, those real results from all the hard work, sweat and tears, that's what makes it worth it. And whatever method of parenting you subscribe to, it just doesn't matter when, at the end of the day you have happy, healthy children.
That's Marathon Parenting. Keeping the end goal in sight and knowing that getting there is not going to be fun or easy, but it's worth it.
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