I had a mind once. Now I have small children.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

This is my very first blog attempt. Well, technically not my first, because I did post a special guest blog for my lovely friends at "Rants From MommyLand," but, this is MY first blog post. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Daisy and I am the mom of 3 beautiful babies; Mario, Luigi, and Princess Peach. My husband Bowser and I raise the family in a lovely little town, just outside of a lovely big city. And yes, that is my nice way of saying I live in the suburbs. So, I love my family more than my own life, but I have to admit...I think they are going to eventually send me to the Looney Bin! No, really. Every day I find myself closer and closer to the edge of sanity. Let's meet the little Goombahs now...

Mario: Mario is 7 and is in the first grade. He is very smart. I know all Moms say that, but can your 7 year old read a map and give you directions to and from anywhere in the world? I didn't think so. Other than map reading, Mario loves to play the Wii and his DS. Actually right now his entire life pretty much revolves around anything having to do with Super Mario Bros. (hence, the naming of my family) I swear this child can tell you everything you have ever wanted to know about any one of the Mario games. I have started dreaming about the plumber brothers because he talks about it ALL THE TIME. He is my sweet boy and although he can be a little overly dramatic at times, he is a fun-loving kid and a joy to be around.

Luigi: My dear sweet second son. Luigi came to us through adoption and I wouldn't have it any other way. He has a smile that will melt your heart and a mischievous streak that will drive you to drinking. There is not a doubt in my mind that he will someday be the class clown. His favorite thing is to make people laugh. And once he gets you to laugh, he will do it over and over and over and over.....well, I think you get the point.. Luigi is the kind of kid that can find his way right into your heart, even while doing something like picking up the cat by the tail for the 100th time that day. My little man makes me smile every day and our family would never be complete without him.

Princess Peach: Our surprise baby. I was told by a doctor that I would not be able to have any more children. So, we adopted. When Luigi was 6 months old, SURPRISE! I found myself knocked up. I would be lying if I told you I wasn't secretly hoping for a girl. I love my boys, but come on, you can only have so many cars, trains and dinosaurs around the house before you start to feel a little loopy. The truth is, I would have been happy with another boy, but I was actually giddy when the doctor pointed out the lack of "twig and berries" on the ultrasound. Peach is my sweet, cuddly, kissy little girl. She has her Daddy and her brothers wrapped around her little finger. And when she bats those eyelashes at you, well, watch out because your heart is about to melt into goo.

Bowser: I met Bowser at college. He was the cool senior, and I was but a lowly freshman. He asked me out 3 times before I finally said yes (it only took 3 times because i was already dating someone else). But, his persistence paid off and we have been together ever since. We were married right after I graduated and we moved to his home town. 18 months later, we were blessed with our first baby. Bowser and I have our ups and downs. We are complete opposites and that doesn't always necessarily attract. He is a homebody, I am a socialite. He likes neatness and order, I pretty much thrive on chaos. He is a logical and thoughtful human being, I am an emotional and impulsive trainwreck. But, somehow, in the end we manage to balance each other out and our life together is a mostly happy one. Bowser works from home. Please, don't be jealous. I assure you that, although it has its great moments, it is not all it is cracked up to be. However, that will be another story for another day.

As for me: Well, you already know about the mom and wife thing. I wish I could say that I was more exciting than just that. The thing is, I remember at some point in time, that I did have a life. A FUN life! I loved an adventure. I was a graphics designer for a ginormous beer brewery. I watched the news and kept up on current events. I had other things to talk about besides my children. Now I find myself babbling on and on to people about Mario's map reading skills, Luigi's 2-year-old antics, and what Peach ate for lunch. Instead of the Today Show, I watch The Wiggles and Word World. Instead of designing advertising for beer (which I still think is God's gift to mankind) I fill out invitations to birthday parties at Chick-Fil-A. Would I trade this life for my old one? Not for a million dollars and a night with Ashton Kutcher. Do I sometimes look back and miss the old me? Well, I would be lying if I said I didn't.

And so here I sit, 7+ years into my life as a mother, teetering precariously on the edge of insanity. This emotional rollercoaster of life is hard enough to navigate sometimes on your own. Throw in the fact that 3 little lives depend on ME to make them normal, happy and productive members of society, and well...frankly, it just keeps on pushing me ever so slightly closer to losing my mind. Then again, what is life without a little craziness?


1 comment:

  1. Daisy!

    Your friends told you that you should start your own blog-o-world and they were RIGHT! You rock on with your bad self sister...
    Best advice we got? Write what you know. And you, lovely girl, know kids and beer. Which makes you brilliant!

    Have fun...find the funny...we'll be tuning in!

    xoxo Kate & Lydia