Sunday, June 29, 2008

A Poll....

As some of you may know, your dear old pal Super Woman is also a contributing writer for "This Mommy Gig" at http://www.thismommygig.org/. I've only been over there for about a month but it's been a great gig so far and we've seen a steadily growing readership, which is always nice.

TMG founder, Kate Olson, has invited us writers to help get a poll out about the site so that we can improve the site and give our readers what they want AND so we can see how we're doing so far. As such, please visit This Mommy Gig, take some time to really go through the site and read some of the posts, and then take the poll. You'd really be helping us out in our quest to make the site as useful and enjoyable as possible to our readers. Thanks in advance!

That's all. Have a great Sunday, friends!

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Everybody Was Kung Fu Fighting....

If you haven't already rounded up your kids and taken them to see "Kung Fu Panda," go get 'em right now and go see this movie.

I mean it. Stop reading this post, log off your computer, get your butt out of your chair and GO SEE THIS MOVIE!!

I just took Super Boy to see it this afternoon and it was a SMASHING success in that 5-year-old boy's opinion. The entire way out of the theater, he was showing off his new kung fu moves, and is still doing it now, underneath my desk (to the chagrin of my shins), nearly an hour later.

Lots of good laughs, for kids and adults. Po (Jack Black) was a riot as the big, burly, food-obsesses panda who finally realizes that he just has to believe in himself. And there were some very good messages in the movie ("yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift - that's why it's called the 'present'" for example). All in all, I think seeing this movie may mean that I now have to go find some kung fu or other martial arts classes to sign my son up for.

In any case, get up and go see this movie. Now. Seriously, GO!

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

A Love Letter for Super Man on Our 8th Anniversary

Dear Super Man:

You are:
~ the love of my life
~ the foundation of all of my dreams
~ a fabulous father to our beautiful little boy and your lovely daughter
~ a loving and supportive partner to me
~ my calm, safe haven in any storm
~ talented beyond belief, in so many different and cool ways
~ the sexiest man I know, both for who you are on the outside and - especially - for who you are in the inside
~ the one I want to grow old with.

When I first met you, I was taken aback at how someone so different from what I thought I wanted in a husband could seem to be such a perfect match for me. You were so nice, sensitive, artsy, gorgeous in a way that's quite opposite of the "All American Guy"... not to mention older, divorced and a father of one. :) No, you weren't necessarily the man of my dreams when I first met you - but the more time I spent with you, the more certain I felt deep down that you were the one I was meant to be with.

It took us a little while to line up our ducks and decide that we were going to take things to the next level, and that was admittedly frightening for me, with one canceled engagement under my belt and one divorce under yours, because I knew that if there was ever a relationship I'd see through to the altar, it was my relationship with you. I wanted it to work. I wanted it to be a smashing success. I wanted us never to fall out of love or lust with each other, no matter how much time passed or how much crap we had to deal with. I was afraid, but I took the plunge, with you by my side.

Our marriage has not always been the way I had hoped it would be, but it has endured. Our life together has not been easy. In fact, there have been times when it's been downright difficult, when maybe it seemed like we were doing more harm together than good. All I can say is that I am so glad that you - like me - are not afraid to seek help from an objective third-party when issues move outside our realm of manageability, and I credit A.S. with saving our marriage in those earliest years, when our struggles to carve out a place just for us seemed in vain. I will not lie and say that I never questioned my choice to marry you during those times, but the fact that I stayed should speak volumes about how badly I did NOT want to leave you. I chose to stay in the trenches with you until we'd hammered out that space in the world for you and me, and I'm so glad I did, and that you did, too.

To be honest, I think the tough times we've made it through together have made us closer, deepened our bond, strengthened our love and friendship. Who would've thought at the time that it would be so, but just look at us now. No, our life is not a picnic every moment of every day. But when I lay my head down on my pillow at night, I always want it to be right next to yours, and when I wake up each morning, I want it always to be to your kisses.

Thank you for loving me, through good times and bad, through sickness and health. Thank you for being my friend, my lover, my partner, my child's father. Thank you for being you.

I love you, CH. Always and forever... infinity times infinity... no matter what.

CW

Sunday, June 8, 2008

How Do You Build an Ark?

Remember when I was writing earlier this year about the ungodly amounts of snow (like each storm dumping nearly a foot of snow on us, and storms hitting two to three times a week in some cases) we were getting in our area up until, like, April? Well, apparently, Mother Nature feels that our area hasn't been inundated with enough moisture yet. We got over 5" of rain in our community between the strong storms (and tornados) that swept through our area last night and thus far today, and there's MORE on the way over the next several days.

Now, the Super Family lives in a 113-year old house on a fairly large suburban piece of land that happens to be at the top of a hill in our community, so we've never experienced flooded streets or a flooded driveway or anything like that. But we have had occasional small amounts of water in our basement after very heavy rains (it comes in through the seams of the windows though, not through basement cracks or anything like that), and now the last two days we've had some areas of standing water in our yard, which is not graded the best and has some high and low spots. So, all things considered, we've been pretty fortunate in the midst of this bad weather pattern.

Unfortunately, many of our neighbors - even those who are just around the corner on the street one block down to our south - have not fared quite so well. We have eight different friends on that same street and the further west you go, the more water problems they've had, as the street has a gradual decline the further west you go. One of the two friends farthest west on the street actually had one vehicle parked on the street during the storms last night and came out to find it flooded with water up to the windows, and the other said her husband was out in the street in water up to his waist with a shovel trying to clear the sewer grates so the water would go down.

And, yes, the weather forecasts are showing rain and strong storms continuing until at least Wednesday. I don't know how much more this area can take, but I sure hope there's at least a decent break between the storms so that the water can soak into the earth and otherwise disperse before the flooding situations get any worse.

In the meantime, my very handy Super Man is researching how to build an ark. Just in case.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Hello, My Name is Chopped Liver.

After five SOLID years of being all "Mama, I love you, Mama I NEED you" with me, in the past week Super Boy has suddenly (and very disconcertingly) decided that I am "EMBARRASSING him" and that my affection is just too much to take. This coming from the child who just TWO weeks ago fretted if he was separated from me for more than 30 seconds even though it was just because I was downstairs switching laundry and he was up in the kitchen. At the top of the basement stairs. Less than 20 feet away from me, in all actuality.

It all started when we were driving to school one morning last week and started talking about how he was having a Super Friend over for a play date after school that day. Being the good mom that I am, I asked if he was excited to have W. come over.

Super Boy replied: Yeah, Mom. But JUST ONE THING: You CAN'T give me kisses or hugs in front of W.

Me: Why not?

Super Boy: Because it's EMBARRASSING, Mom. NO kisses. Got it?

Me, slightly offended: Um, yeah, sure. Ok.

That was just the beginning, my friends.

That afternoon, after W. went home, Super Boy crawled up on my lap while I was checking email, and when I turned my head to give him a peck on the cheek, he had the audacity to WIPE IT OFF with his little starfish-like hand.

WHAT?!? I'm sorry, pal, but you DON'T wipe off Mama kisses. Under ANY circumstances. EVER.

I think I actually used those words. His response?

Mom, I already TOLD you - don't give me kisses in public, it's embarrassing.

I looked around OUR KITCHEN, trying to find The Public to which my little punk-a$$ son was referring.

Me: Yeah, I got that, but we're NOT in public, dude. We're home. So what's the deal?

Super Boy rolled his eyes and clambered back off my lap, then stood in front of me with his fists on his hips and his head cocked, a very exasperated and condescending look on his little angelic face.

Super Boy: Mom, here's the deal: No more kisses. I'm a big boy, and it's embarrassing. You can only give me kisses when I SAY you can give me kisses. Got it?

(Can you actually hear the sound of my heart breaking through the Internet? CAN YOU???)

While I fought back tears and swallowed my pride (and a few choice words for the new little Dictator of Affection), it hit me like a ton of bricks that, seemingly overnight, I had gone from the master of his little universe and the absolute love of his life, the woman to which all others would be compared for the rest of his life -- to chopped liver. BAM. Just like that.

Not wanting him to see how deeply his words had wounded me, I shrugged my shoulders, looked at him and glanced away and said, "Sure. Whatever."

I can count how many kisses he has ALLOWED me to give him since last week: Exactly five. Three on the forehead and two on the cheek.

I'm, like, going through withdrawals after five years of freely given and received smooches with my little man.

Yep. After five years of acutely feeling the invisible magic umbilical cord still firmly attached at both my end and his, I felt it give way. With a huge jerk and a snap. My little boy had cut me loose.

To borrow a line from E.T. (Super Boy's latest favorite movie): "OOOUUUUCH."