A Brooding Mom with a Brood of Two

I am a stay at home with 2 toddlers who are 15 months apart in age. While blogging is very new to me, I found that this could be a healthy and productive way (I get to practice my storytelling skills) to get things off my chest without seeking a willing yet time-constrained pair of ears from my friends.

Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Dermot Mulroney

What a versatile actor. I thought he was a hottie in The Wedding Date and then upon discovering that he also played the mullet toting, waterbed salesman who was about to be Jack Nicholson's son in law in About Schmidt, I was floored. Even though the part of Randall was such a spineless loser mama's boy type, I loved the way Dermot Mulroney played his part. He has incredibly subtle ways of delivering meaningless lines that make him great. Both movies...I highly recommend just to see the comparison in his acting. He was born in 1963, just 5 years my senior, and comes from an Irish-American family with 5 children. I have two and am struggling to keep my head above water everyday. How did his parents do it? Does is get easier with each additional child?

Maybe we should adopt a few more.

My dentist's daughter...

is me, that is, until my dad retired a few years ago, he was my dentist ever since I can remember. One would think the daughter of a dentist has great teeth, au contraire...I probably have the worst teeth and gums on the planet. Blame it on my own laziness coupled with an inherent desire to disobey whatever order was cast down upon me by parental figures. Yah...I showed them! After two periodontal surgeries and continued dental visits for close maintenance, I am still winning the battle of never listening to my parents about good dental hygiene.

That must be what I passed down to my daughter who is 3 years old now and in need of serious dental work under general anesthesia. I can blame it on the evil bottles at night, her constant battles on brushing in the morning, or simply my own crackpot theory that if I don't push her like my own parents did with me, she would do it on her own eventually. WRONG! Now I find myself having to schedule a hospital day for her to get her rotting front teeth capped and a deep cleaning to take advantage of her inability to struggle while she's under.

My 2 year old son, on the other hand, who is much more compliant and cooperative in terms of brushing, has pearly whites. He also chugs his bottle in one sitting and is done. Does not need to nurse on it while watching TV or vegging out. He hands me the empty bottle shaking it back and forth to show me it's empty and is on his way to bigger and better things...his Thomas trains.

We have two dogs, one of which is a Jack Russell Terrier. She has BAD breath and is in need of doggie dental intervention. She is also a candidate for general anesthesia while getting her teeth cleaned and polished. I never thought I'd have a legacy of dental issues right down to my dog for being defiant to my dentist father. Karma is scary!

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Korean Drama "Hourglass"

Am watching the last episode with Mike. He is completely into it, but makes fun of the serious, drawn-out melodramatic scenes with the corny music.

I'm sure his mom will love it that we watched this together. She has always tried to push her sons to learn about our history through Korean dramas. Hmmmm...

In the beginning...

Interestingly enough, reading blogs of perfect strangers who confess to blogging as a way to release, purge, vent their inner most thoughts has inspired me to start one. I never thought I'd ever have a journal/diary that allowed public viewing on the internet. The only other diary I've ever had was one given as a gift on my twelfth birthday...a Hello Kitty one with a flimsy enough lock that my pesky younger brother was able to pick with a bobby pin. He had a giant grin on his face one afternoon as I walked into the house from school. I then knew he had read my entries about the boys I liked with whom I would like to share mouth to mouth kisses with. He read about the group movie date last Saturday where Albert's heart was crushed when I chose to sit next to Billy. All the juvenile drama of a sixth grader on the cusp of discovering boys and sexual attraction was juicy reading material for a twit in the fourth grade who had no clue about any of it.

And here I am taking the risk of pouring my heart out to what seems like a multi-dimensional audience rather than the 2 dimensional word processor with a save function. We shall see...dare I trust myself to put my deepest thoughts to print? Dare I let myself air the family dirty laundry in cyberspace? I've tried message boards, where instant gratification seems always a plenty, but that didn't really do it for me either. There was SO much more going on in my head than I disclosed to the very supportive readers of my postings. They were only getting a fraction of the incidents or conflicts....there's always a history, plus my own judgments and character developments through those judgments, etc. A wealth of info that I couldn't, wouldn't share with the maniacal BB readers (only to spare my seemingly neurotic thoughts so that I wouldn't sound crazy) which left me never fulfilled or with questions answered...just "supported" with cyberhugs.

We shall see...

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