Martha Steward I Am Not.
When Zach and I first decided to bring a baby into our home, I had this idea that I would be Martha Stewart in the nursery. I would cook my own baby food in interesting and stimulating flavors and I would knit him adorable sweaters. We would go for walks in our beautiful neighborhood park and he would coo and smile at me from his stroller (though Martha would probably use a vintage pram). I would bake and decorate adorable little cakes to celebrate his milestone which would also be beautifully commemorated in shadowboxes and scrapbooks.
Well folks, the baby is here and Martha Stewart I am not. In order to make her own baby food, Martha must have 48 hour days. I find I am lucky if I provided Baby M with baby food that is more interesting than "Squash" or "Green Beans" (Thankfully Gerber makes "Fruit Smoothies" and "Apple Cinnamon"!). I tried knitting a hat once and it might fit an elf. I'm not sure where I went wrong, but clearly knitting is not my forte. While we do take walks, they are usually not interactive. Baby M falls asleep and I wonder why I made the effort to lug the stroller out. Though I love to bake, sometimes time only allows for a boxed mix with funfetti frosting, and I'm often left wishing I had brought the camera instead of leaving it on the living room floor where M decided it must be a toy.
While Martha would probably inherantly know the answers to any baby quandry, I am constantly stopping to ask myself: is 9 months too early to give my son chocolate? How does one get spit up out of leather? What do I do when my son eats paper? When did he do that and how long has that been there? Thank God for google! The days fly by way too fast and there are always things left on the to-do list. I may not be Martha, but if at the end of the day, I look down at my sleeping boy and know that I did the best I possibly could, then I am happy.
Well folks, the baby is here and Martha Stewart I am not. In order to make her own baby food, Martha must have 48 hour days. I find I am lucky if I provided Baby M with baby food that is more interesting than "Squash" or "Green Beans" (Thankfully Gerber makes "Fruit Smoothies" and "Apple Cinnamon"!). I tried knitting a hat once and it might fit an elf. I'm not sure where I went wrong, but clearly knitting is not my forte. While we do take walks, they are usually not interactive. Baby M falls asleep and I wonder why I made the effort to lug the stroller out. Though I love to bake, sometimes time only allows for a boxed mix with funfetti frosting, and I'm often left wishing I had brought the camera instead of leaving it on the living room floor where M decided it must be a toy.
While Martha would probably inherantly know the answers to any baby quandry, I am constantly stopping to ask myself: is 9 months too early to give my son chocolate? How does one get spit up out of leather? What do I do when my son eats paper? When did he do that and how long has that been there? Thank God for google! The days fly by way too fast and there are always things left on the to-do list. I may not be Martha, but if at the end of the day, I look down at my sleeping boy and know that I did the best I possibly could, then I am happy.
There are Martha enough Stewart's in this world, but only one Kali Klingsmith, who is bright, funny, gifted and my daughter, who is mom to Baby M, who I got to meet this week...love, mom/gramma :)
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