“Todays guest post is brought to you by Jessica from Mommynightowl. She also writes at San Diego Toddler Days. This is all part of the TwitterMoms “blog swap.” Please don’t forget to check out my post over on their site.”

I will start with a little about myself: I am Jessica, a 22-year-old wife and mother who resides in California.  On the thirteenth I will have two years experience as a mother, so I’m just getting started.  My husband and I knew we wanted a family , we just weren’t planning to have it so early.

There were times in the first few months of my daughter’s life that I regretted my decisions and was upset about being a new mother but now I can’t even imagine my life without her.  She is my reason for everything I do, she is my whole life.  I have learned to embrace and even love being a mother.  There’s just something to say about having a sense of accomplishment that another day has went well in unplanned motherhood.  So I bring to you, the reasons I love being a mother:

-My daughter came before we were able to get on our feet, but has made us want to do so much more with our lives.  Before my daughter came into my life I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life.  When she was four months old I got really post par-tum depression, I was hospilized for three days, so I knew I had to get back to work. I’m a bad mommy in a sense that I love my daughter to death but I can’t be with her by myself 24/7/365.  I needed a break to recollect the patience I’d lost.  I’ve started to go back to school and now I’m about to graduate to be a dental assistant.

-There’s no picker upper like unconditional love.  There’s nothing almost nothing you could do to make your kids not love you. As long as you show them love, they will show they love you. It doesn’t matter if I put my daughter in time out, 30 minutes later she will be in my arms, wanting and giving hugs saying I love you mommy.

-Her smile and laugh. How can you be angry when you see your child smile or hear their laugh?


-How smart she is. I like to think I helped in some way or another to make her so smart. Maybe, maybe not, but in my mind I helped out with that, she is my daughter after all.

-This summer I really starting looking for things to do with my daughter, to get out of the house. I started researching and came across mommy group after mommy group and blogging. Being a mother lets you open easier when you find people who are mothers themselves. Motherhood makes you so much more outgoing.

-I only get better each day in being a mother. And I may not be the best mom in the world but theres always someone worse, otherwise why would therapy be a million dollar industry? And besides the world needs bad moms anyways, otherwise how would all the “good” moms know how to set their standards?

– I get to be a kid again. I get to read kiddy books all day, and sing silly songs and play with paint and color with crayons.  How cool is that?

-There’s so much to learn from kids.  Things you learn from yourself: patience,self esteem, not to worry so much .  And things you learn from them: how to share, how to be curious, happy, active and outgoing.


If I Had One Wish…

for one thing to buy off the interwebz for The Kid’s birthday, it would be some of these:

These toys just really tickle my imagination.

And I adore these:

mosaic9048841And these, just make me wish I was a kid all over again:

mosaic4313853I could spend hours on Flickr, admiring these toys, but I cant…

And unfortunately, money is spent on crappy nappies and the stuff for making crappy nappies formula, so will just have to borrow the Kid’s drool towel for now.


Ripped from ‘The Zimmer Zoo’ – another mommy meme. Yes, I am obsessed with memes, I cant get enough.

First: Post a picture of you and your kids.


Second: Answer the questions.

  1. How many children do you have?
    Just the one. The Kid.
  2. What are their ages?
    1 on the 13th of November, baby!
  3. What time of day do you start your day?
    6am generally.  But then he drinks his bottle in bed with us, and goes back into his cot for another hours’ sleep.
  4. What do you eat for breakfast?
    Toast and Bovril, with The Kid.
  5. Do they watch TV?
    He watches occasionally. But I dont allow Barney or Teletubbies, that shit just freaks me out.
  6. What are their favorite activities?
    Bashing things with a plastic hammer. Playing with the hosepipe and making mud. Eating.
  7. Do you get a break during the day from them?
    Yes, during nap-time. He also goes to day care twice a week.
  8. How do you end your day?
    A shower, read my book, read blogs, spend time with The Boyfriend and then lights out.
  9. What is your best parenting advice or tip?
    Don’t disregard the fathers’ ideas. Sometimes they really work. Also, dont sweat the small stuff. And dont feel guilty. Really. Dont.

I dont tag anyone offhand, but if you want to do this one, let me know, so I can comment on yours!

Do I Tell Him?

Knowing I was an unplanned pregnancy myself caused me a lot of angst. Strangely enough. My mother had me when she was 16, and married my father so he could get a housing grant. And got divorced and left not much longer after that. I was raised by my father. Who it seems, sometimes impressed upon me the fact that if he hadn’t had me, he would have traveled the world surfing. That’s not to say I know he didn’t love me, but sometimes I just felt guilty, you know?

Now. My son was definitely an unplanned pregnancy as well. I’d only been dating The Boyfriend for 2 months before we found out I was pregnant. So it’s safe to say that my son was unplanned. Unwanted? Not necessarily so. However, there have been times when I have regretted the decision to keep him. (Not often, but they’re there – and I doubt that people who plan their kids ever have that kind of regret). And lately it’s been bugging me.

a few days old

Do I tell him, one day, that he was unplanned? That he’s the glue that holds mommy and daddy together, and prevents them from killing each other? Dont get me wrong, I love The Boyfriend. But like I’ve said before, it’s a love-hate relationship that often borders rather strongly on hate. No, I’m kidding here. I love him, and I believe we were meant to be together, but that we needed something to help us to stay together, because both of us are very flighty people. And that reason is The Kid.

Now, so I tell The Kid that he wasn’t a part of my life plan? That I’d never wanted children?

Do I tell him that I’m only his mommy accidentally?

Do you think it even matters, or am I just making too much of a big deal about it?