On Scheduling

For 32 years now, my days have been scheduled,

not by choice but because that's how long I've 

been in school and schools are run by bells.

Although I like to envision myself as a 

go-where-the-wind-takes-me type of gal, the

truth is, I'm not: I thrive on routine. Shocking, eh?

Yep, the majority of my travels and adventures 

have been, for the most part, thoroughly

 researched and well-planned before executed. 

Control issues?

Absolutely.

So when I found out I was pregnant, I made

a great effort to seek and sort out parenting 

methods and approaches.  I wanted to be well

informed in advance in hopes of finding one 

that would be a good fit for us and our lifestyle.

I looked closely at friends with kids to determine 

which sets had personalities closest to ours and

then I took an even closer look at their family dynamic 

to see if it matched the one we wanted for our own.

I think two important aspects of successful parenting

are knowing who you are and how you want to live.

After all, one person's heaven is another's hell.

I have friends whom I adore yet I don't want their lives

so I sought the advice of those I want to emulate.

Thank goodness I know who I am and what I need.

I need structure.

I need routine.

I need a schedule.

When I first got pregnant, a friend told me that the hardest 

thing about being a parent is ALWAYS being the parent.

She said, "Think of it like this: it's your job to do the hard

stuff, whether you like it or not.  It won't be easy to say 

no, to punish, to restrict, to deny but it's your job to do 

just that when necessary.  You won't do your kid any 

good by giving in to them just to make yourself feel

 better. Kids need you to be the parent; it won't be easy

 in the moment but it will make it much easier in the end".

Now, I gotta say that this particular friend is a kick-ass 

mom and her kids?  Well, they are pretty incredible:

well behaved, well mannered, smart, quirky, compassionate -

hell, everything you could ever want your kid to be, 

they are (yes, they are all extremely attractive, too, just

to stick the knife in and twist it around a bit) but best of 

all, they are happy and nice.  Really, really nice. 

So when she told me to read this book, I ordered

it immediately and then spent the next four months

calling her or texting her for clarification (or, um,

rather simplification since my brain didn't function

during pregnancy). Matt and I talked about the pros 

and cons of using its method and decided to try it.

Thus, The Cheeks has been scheduled pretty much 

since birth and it's been a godsend for us.  She first 

slept through the night at four weeks and has continued 

to sleep an average of 7 hours a night since.  She's 

eating more food than she probably needs and in her

first month of life, she grew 2 inches and gained 2 pounds

(which puts to rest the Babywise controversy, IMO).

In my next post, I'll elaborate on what we're doing

 (which we've modified from Ezzo's book and from my

two zillion conversations with friends) and let you

 know how it's worked for us, just in case anyone

 out there in Bloggyland is interested.

Scheduling works for us because it complements

our lifestyle; it may not work for everyone. Outside 

of the obvious, there is no wrong way to parent.  

There's your way and there's my way and 

the right way is the way that works for you.

Row, Row, Row, Your Boat...

Just a few years back, we girls were all over

the map - literally and figuratively. Whereas we still

are spread out around the world, surprisingly, our life's 

journeys now seem to be in close proximity. I guess this 

convergence began back in 2008, when Abbie married 

Jamie in a small ceremony in London. A few weeks 

later, a gorgeous lochside Scottish reception followed 

and it was at that reception at Lake Menteith that 

I met Lindsay, Abbie's best friend from Uni.  

A single Scottish lass living in Switzerland, Lindsay was 

fresh out of a long term commitment. Although still a bit 

nostalgic for that relationship, she maintained a sunny and 

positive disposition and spoke of looking toward the future with 

great hope.  The two of us figured that since we already shared

a friendship with the bride, we might as well share a room 

that weekend as well and that was just the beginning.

Lindsay, Yolandie, and me the night we first met:

it was, of course, the beginning of an amazing friendship!

Lindsay and Abbie, dancing up a storm at Abbie's wedding.

That was two and a half years ago and man, how our worlds 

have changed! Only a few weeks after Abbie's 2008 wedding,

Lindsay met and fell in love with with the very dashing 

Daniel.  In the spring of 2009, Matty proposed and we were 

married the August after.  Then, that autumn while in Idaho 

visiting my aunt and uncle, I got a text from Lindsay saying 

she and Dan were engaged; five months after that, I announced 

my pregnancy and we all celebrated both this past August here.

Barely a month later, while the girls were gathered (without 

me) in London for a girly weekend, Abbie shared the news

 that she was joining me in the realms of motherhood - an

announcement that thrilled me to the core (let's face it, life 

is always better when you journey together in the same boat!).

So here it is, a few months later and I'm happy to say 

that the crew list on our lifeboat is now +3, as Lindsay has 

officially announced her pregnancy! It blows my mind that 

in the few years since Abbie's wedding - despite that our 

footfalls land in three separate countries - we girls have 

managed to follow in one another's footsteps.  

Congratulations, Linsday and Daniel!

We can't wait to meet Baby MacZingg!!

Welcome Aboard!

Running From the Devil

Tuesday was the best day of motherhood so far:

The Cheeks and I had a very productive day, meaning

I had time and energy to blog and she slept, played 

on her play mat and napped on schedule. Woo hoo!

Tuesday night into Wednesday morning, however, 

was the worst night of motherhood and it had nothing

to do with The Cheeks: at 2:30 am, Matt came down 

with a horrific stomach virus and I developed an even

worse case of the "what ifs" that made me just as sick.

What if I catch it? Who will take care of the baby?

What if the baby catches it?  Is that possible?

What if it's not a stomach virus but the Ebolavirus?

What if I'm suddenly widowed with a newborn?

What if that call from AllState that went unanswered

was to inform us that our life insurance payment 

wasn't properly processed and thus, I'm not only 

a single parent, but a poor one as well?

These are the thoughts that consumed me as I tore

through the cleaning products aisle at Target the 

next morning, throwing anything into the cart labeled

"kills 99.9% of all bacteria and viruses" and thus 

solidifying the end of my commitment to green products.

I bought industrial size containers of bleach and Lysol

(the latter which, by the way, was only available in two 

scents: Disgusting and Putrid - , come on! Who wants their 

home to smell like baby powder or vanilla covered puke?).

I spent the morning disinfecting the bathroom and wiping

down all surfaces, in addition to washing my hands until

they were red raw.  The Cheeks seemed not to notice the

chaos swirling about as her mom moved quickly from

bathroom to laundry room in an attempt to outrun the devil.

Once I had done all that I could do, I stuffed The Cheeks 

with formula before stuffing her into her snowsuit and

car seat.  I lugged her and the oversized diaper bag that

I swore I would NEVER carry outside and somehow

managed to get the City Mini out of the trunk of the car,

snapped the car seat onto it, and pushed her through

the snow and ice to 1st and Garden, where I met up

with Tina, one of the moms from the support group.

Together, the two of us made our way single file across 

town to The Turtle Club, where we were joined by Marni

and Brenda (Bjorn girl!).  It's restaurant week here in 

Hudson County, so we decided to take advantage of the $13 

pre-fixe menu (and an additional $16 worth of wine).  It 

was great - we had the entire front room to ourselves and

our four babies (Eliza was a hit as the only girl amongst

three very adorable boys) and thus had plenty of room 

to spread out and take care of all of their needs while

we laughed and commiserated in an effort to fulfill ours.

Upon return home, Beezlebub met me at the door and so

I began the disinfecting process once again.  Taking care

of a newborn and a sick husband is exhausting but the

fear of becoming the sick one is much, much worse.

After put down, I ran to the laundry room and threw 

the final load of the day into the dryer, then ran back

upstairs and threw myself into the shower.  By 9 pm, 

it was lights out and I was asleep on the couch.  When 

I awoke at 4am to the sound of The Cheeks crying for

her bottles, I was amazed that I still felt normal and hadn't

succumbed to the Devil's curse. Six hours later, I'm 

still feeling good and only have 2 more loads of laundry.

As for how The Cheeks is coping, well, see for yourself:

The Cheeks Predicts...

Yesterday, The Cheeks practiced looking for her

shadow in rehearsal for today's big event; you see,

I've decided that in order to get the most out of 

motherhood, one must get the most out of one's child

and after seeing her perfect plank position yesterday,

I've decided that The Cheeks must become a soothsayer.

And with her natural ability to crane her neck and look 

around, what better way to start her career than to

put her skills to test predicting whether or not spring is

on its way or if we're going to be stuck in the house until May.

 The Cheeks practicing her plank position:

she's either really interested in the world around

her or she's going to end up a fitness guru like my gal Amanda C.

People want to know the future, and considering

the onslaught of paranormal programming on television,

unlike teaching, I think this is one vocation that has room 

in its market for more talented professionals. Plus, The Cheeks
is fortunate to have educated, reliable mentors like one 

of my favorite former students, Laura (who knows 

all things paranormal) and of course the guidance 

of Chip Coffey's Twitterstream (too bad that, according

 to what I watched on the Beverly Hills Housewives, 

Alison Dubois is quite the class A bitch because

 I really, really liked Patricia Arquette's portrayal of her).

So, how did this morning go?  Did The Cheeks see her shadow?

Is it the beginning or have we finally come to the end?
 Well, let's just say The Cheeks made it quite clear that unlike
dogs and Paris Hilton, The Cheeks doesn't perform on command:

The Cheeks, sleeping through her first 
official attempt at predicting the future.

The Cheeks, passed out during what was to be 

her second attempt at predicting the future.

Pinks, trying to help out by showing The Cheeks

how to wake from hibernation and exit a burrow.

Just when I thought all hope was lost, and that perhaps
soothsaying isn't a talent one can choose for one's babe,
The Cheeks turned, gazed deeply into my eyes, and
at that moment, a little voice rang clear as a bell in my head:

"Puh-lease, Momma - I'm not a show pony: I 

don't pose or deliver on demand.  Leave me be! My 
powers will come forth when I am good and ready!"

Look at those clear eyes! 

This is a little girl who is sure about the world

and isn't afraid to let others know that she is in charge.

And with that, I put her back down on her Boppy

for a nap (which is, I learned on Monday, a clear

violation of its intended use) and guess what? 

A few moments later while I was catching up on

episode of one of my favorite reality shows, I caught

her in the act, waving her arms wildly in the air, 

conjuring up a spell or charm that will, no doubt, fill her

parents' hearts with happiness and pockets with cash!

The Cheeks is available for readings according to her 

schedule and in between feedings and nap times,

at the affordable rate of $125 an hour, which is less than

the cost of some SAT tutors!  I mean, why study for the SAT

if you're going to end up guiding deep ocean fishing trips,

or starring on The Jersey Shore, Season XXIV?

Reality Sinks

Each summer, my girlfriends and I come together from all corners of the world to holiday together.  This year, it was their turn to come to me and so last August, while we were all together on the Isle of Mull, we began to plan a beach holiday for this coming August and chose North Carolina as our destination.

A few weeks ago while G-chatting, we picked up that discussion where we had left off and by the time we signed off, we were almost giddy at the thought of spending a week together someplace like this with friends and babies.

Yesterday, we emailed back and forth for hours trying to figure out the logistics of the holiday: direct flights as opposed to non-direct ones. Would it be easier to vacation on the Cape instead, since flights from London to Boston are more accessible for the girls abroad? Should they rent cars at the airport or catch a shuttle?

Today, however, the "what ifs" set in: Abbie is due at the end of April and is nervous about traveling abroad with a young infant and as much as it breaks my heart that her family may not join us this year, I know that I need to understand.  We've always maintained that we not disrupt our lifestyles when babies came along and we pledged to do just that, however we're discovering that whereas everything usually sounds better in theory than it is in reality, parenting is just the opposite.

Theoretically, everything related to parenting is terrifying and the unknown is a new mother's worst enemy.  Reality is never as bad as thoughts of what could be but recognizing that while planning for the future is terribly difficult to do.

I hope it gets easier and that my girls and I find a way to make it work because I need them desperately, particularly now that we have entered(are entering) motherhood together.  

The good news is that Eliza's fairy godmother is making the trip from Abu Dhabi, come hell or high water, and will be here to spend that week in August with us... well, that is if she can find someone to take care of her fur baby...

The Cheeks Wakes Up

One Month Alive

1 Month Old

(Don't worry, mom - she was 

only barelegged for the pic)

Congratulations to me! 

I've managed to keep The Cheeks alive

pretty much on my own for an entire month; 

this is huge! Yep, today The Cheeks turns 

one month old; I've decided to celebrate her 

monthstones on the day she was born (the 28th)

 instead of every four weeks so today we are 

really partying, which means she is eating extra

formula and I am sticking stickers on onesies

in an attempt to capture this moment in a decent pic

(we're both kind of failing at our respective celebrations).

There have been a lot of ups and downs this past 

month and there will continue to be but I gotta say,

I'm enjoying this adventure more than I dislike it.

Earlier today, I took a moment and scrolled back

through the posts I've written since she was born 

and couldn't help but wonder, have I become

a "mommy blogger"?  Ugh, that's a classification 

I gotta admit I'm not crazy about.  At all.  Not one bit.

Why? I don't know.  I'm just not comfortable with

the word "mommy".  I don't like it and never have; as

a matter of fact, it's on my list of words I hate, along with

disgusting gems such as "panties" and "potty" (ugh,

just typing those words makes me cringe). I wish

I could come up with a substitute title that I like

because The Cheeks is going to have to call me 

something and as rad as I am, it's not going to be Ali.

Momma is better than mommy, in my opinion, although

I can't decide if it's better to spell it like that or "mama".

I looked up "mother" in about 30 different languages and

although there are a few variations, it's pretty much

the universal root so there's not a lot of hope there.

So, you can see why I'm not too keen on having

that title define my blogger status: I'm still me.

My subject matter may have increased with

the addition of this new topic but I'm still the same

writer, writing about issues that are most 

pressing to me and my experience and lately,

those just happen to center around motherhood.

On the bright side, if I accept and embrace 

the "mommy blogger" classification, then I'll

finally have a niche in the blogging community,

something that I've not been able to establish.

Something to think about, I suppose.

So, what have I learned this past month of motherhood?

A few things, the most important being this:

My life may have changed significantly

 but I am still the same me.