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Singer Mario, Me and Temmy

Temmy met her first famous person today.

My mom called as we were walking out the door to drop Todd off at work to tell us that the singer Mario was coming to her school to talk to her kids.

After we left St. Sabina, we went to visit Lee before heading back to pick up Todd from work. Last time Lee saw Temmy she was two weeks old and sleep. This time she was wide awake for him.

Happy Friday!!!

Temmy and Great-Granddaddy

For nostalgia sake, enjoy :-D!

5ive Ways Mommydom Changed Me

Anyone that knows me knows that I’m a thinker. I have been guilty of overthinking the simplest of situations and so, true to nature, I’ve been thinking about how my life has changed since September 16. Here’s my list of the five ways Mommydom has changed me, in no particular order.

1. I’m a backseat rider. As long as I can remember I’ve always fought for the passenger seat. I thought the backseat was for lil kids and even when I was a kid I thought I was too big for the backseat. But when we took Temmy home from the hospital, I couldn’t imagine leaving her in the backseat all by herself, so I rode with her. And I’ve been riding with her ever since (when I’m not driving). So somebody tell Uncle Steve he doesn’t have to fight with me anymore to ride shotgun. I’ll happily buckle up next to Temmy in the back.

2. My phone’s primary purpose is to keep track of pees, poops, sleeps, and feedings. My unlimited everything is really going to waste these days. I resigned ALL of my WordFeud games when Temmy was born and the ppl who invited me to play again usually havta wait an average of 48 hours for me to play. The Queen of Text now takes hours to respond. Phone calls? Yeah, I didn’t like talking on the phone when I wasn’t tryna juggle baby, milk and poopy diapers all at once. I definitely don’t use my phone to make phone calls now. So if I’m not pressing a picture of a bra, bottle, poop, diaper, or sleeping baby, chances are I have no idea where my phone is.

3. I’m no longer Ms. Picture Queen. To everyone that said I stayed in front of a camera, guess what? I found the cure…a baby. Who would’ve thought that they’d see the day where I’d stop taking pictures of myself. Probably not my family and friends. But the day has come. If you go thru my phone, 99.9% of the pictures are of Temmy. And if you do find one of me, Temmy’s in it.

4. I have no personalized ringtones. Once upon a time, I had a different ringtone for everyone in my phone. I could tell you who was calling, texting, Facebooking, etc because of the song that was playing. I didn’t even need to look at my phone but just in case I forgot how to read, everybody had their own caller ID pic. That time is but a distant memory now. Awhile ago, my phone bricked itself and I had to get it replaced. I never bothered to customize it because it stays on silent all the time. Why? See #2 above.

5. I speak baby. Seriously. There was a time when I couldn’t say anything other than “Hiiiiiiiii *insert baby’s name here*”. I absolutely sucked at talking to babies. Now I hold 8-hour long convos with Temmy and can’t seem to hold a full conversation with an adult without talking to Temmy at some point. And if she’s not around, then she’s brought up at some point. SMH

Yes, Mommydom changes….

What IS Natural Hair?

I’ve been feeling pretty guilty lately about my lack of commitment and concern for my natural hair. So I decided to turn to the greatness that is Google and, well, Google natural blogs and websites. I haven’t spent a great deal reading and researching, but in my brief search, I did notice that there seems to be a difference in opinion on the definition of “natural”. Apparently you can fall in one of four categories:

1. No perm, but color.
2. No perm, no color, but you still wear it “straight”.
3. No perm, no color, no heat, but you keep it braided or under weave.
4. No perm, no color, no heat, no weave.

Depending on who you talk to, the only real natural is #4. More lenient ppl may say 3 and 4 and occasionally 2, but #1 gets a lotta flack for introducing chemicals to their otherwise natural hair.

So what exactly IS natural????

Daddy’s Love

Maybe it’s my own inner Daddy’s Girl, but I absolutely LOVE watching Todd interact with Temmy. I see, love and respect him in a whole new light, because in those moments he’s not my boyfriend, he’s Temmy’s Daddy.

Girls Day Out

After lunch

Since the sun was out so bright yesterday, Temmy and I decided that we’d be out too. We dropped Daddy and Granddaddy off to work and then we went to breakfast at this pancake house called Rise n Dine in Wheeling. Very cozy, friendly staff and the food was good. Temmy laid back in her carseat and took in the scenery, smiling and making googly eyes at everyone that told her how gorgeous she was or how much hair she had. (If I had a penny for everytime we heard that…) I ordered and my food came minutes later (score!) Of course as soon as I said grace, she started crying, inconsolably. Either she gets quiet satisfaction from watching me try to refrain from pulling what little bit of hair I have out, or her and her daddy are conspiring against me. (I swear she ONLY does it when I take her around other people alone.) I’m pretty sure it’s the former, cuz as soon as she calms down she gets this “Gotcha sucka” smile on her face and then snuggles into my shoulder/neck.

My delicious breakfast

Two soggy pancakes and cold eggs later, I wasn’t ready to head back to home, so I looked up the nearest Barnes & Noble (gotta love Google Maps) and headed there to see what goodies I could buy with my gift card (thanks Ms. Murphy, always encouraging reading 🙂 ). I started out in the DVD section where I got detained by two ladies who repeatedly expressed how beautiful and adorable Temmy was. (Honestly, not to sound like a horrible person, but I get stuck after the second time complete strangers repeat their original compliment. I just keep saying “Thank you” with the cheesy smile on my face, but I feel stuck. Should I say more?) After about 10 minutes, I made it to the kids section where I got lost in the vast array of stories. Counting books, ABC books, books about pets, bedtime books, Thanksgiving books, classics from MY childhood, books inspired by TV, popup books, you get the picture. So Temmy and I walked around picking up book after book then we sat down for me to read them to her while she slept. I couldn’t choose just one. We will definitely be back.

Where we ate lunch

After wandering around the greatest place ever created for a born reader for hours, it was lunch time and Temmy has her Daddy’s appetite :-p. We parked by this nice little man-made pond to enjoy our food and the wonderful day. After lunch, we listened to music until it was time to get Daddy.

What a wonderful Friday out!

Check out the Many Faces of Temmy

Ahhhh YEESSSSSS!!!!!!

Remember those Herbal Essences commercials where the girls got the big O while washing their hair? I’m pretty sure that’s how my hair felt after I conditioned it this morning. It had been waaaaaay too long and my hair was starting to feel like sand paper. SMH I’m committed to trying to take care of my hair properly but that’s easier said than done, especially when there’s this pressure to use natural products on natural hair. And I’m not talking “hey I made this product for you natural folks” natural but “from the earth no chemicals or processing” natural. I didn’t use a homemade conditioner it was Carol’s Daughter. But ay it was a step in the right direction. Ahhhhh YEEEESSSSSSS!!!!

Watch “Clairol Herbal Essences TV Ad (2003)” on YouTube

It’s the Great Pumpkin, Temmy Temp

Halloween for kids and adults alike means that you can dress up as someone (or thing) that you’re not the other 364 days of the year AND you get to stock up on candy for free. 🙂 So in the tradition of all things orange, we took Temmy Trick or Treating for her first Halloween. Carrying around all that extra candy really wore her out – she was knocked out after the first house. I guess long walks around the neighborhood will put a spell on her that not even things that go bump in the night can break.

Enjoy these tricks and treats.

Getting dressed
Daddy and his Pumpkin

Temmy and Granddad
“Look at my strong grip”

Temmy collecting her candy
Mommy’s pumpkin is tired. Trick or treating is hard work.
Happy Halloween!!!
Wiped out
Temmy’s hard work. Daddy’s lunch.

Just searching for my not-so-secret treasure