So my new job – Mommy.  There are a lot of things that accompany this position now that didn’t necessarily do so when I was Maya’s age and my Mom was doing this gig.  Like blogs (dude the internet wasn’t even up when I was born…I didn’t get a computer until 1985! Or was it ’86? Really, how can I remember back that far???).  And mommy groups (you know the ones where everyone sits around in a circle and sings kumbayah to get the kids socialized that you have to register for before you even get pregnant).

Before Maya was born and we were discussing options for afterwards (stay at home, work part-time, work full-time, etc.) Evan really was gung-ho on me starting a blog …he figured, hey I like to write and if I could get advertisers to start using my blog to promote their products then great, passive income for us.  I was really against it – for 2 reasons: 1) I discussed yesterday that I can’t seem to write daily, I don’t like the pressure of having to, and I didn’t want to start to hate it and 2) I hadn’t the first clue how to get advertisers (I have a website but am really lame at getting website design together for anything more than a class assignment with limited resources and moreover it is not connected to this blog!).  So yesterday I took a look at Dooce.com – the woman who blogs there, Heather – she is pretty much the quintessential mommy blogger, who ended up making it the family business, was able to get her husband to quit work to manage her site and she now stays home and writes with her family all around her.  Sounds pretty good right? Only problem is, there are now about a billion other “mommy bloggers” …or bloggers who are mommys whatever you want to call it. So the novelty is gone…will more than my mother or close friends ever want to read this? I don’t know. So for now, I’m just doing it for me.

Now as for those Mommy groups, let me start with an episode of Modern Family from back in October (I’m catching up …we watch a lot of TV!). The gay couple on the show were going to their first playgroup with their daughter they adopted. The red-headed dude was absolutely paranoid about making a good impression. He made his partner tone down his dress AND his personality – wouldn’t even let him dance like he wanted to. Then he started getting the questions, “So is your daughter standing up?” Or…stacking blocks, rolling over, counting to 10, reading Shakespeare?  Ok, I’m exaggerating, but you get my drift.  From what I have seen and what was portrayed on TV, my impression of these groups has always been that a lot of moms think it is a competition between babies.  This does not sound at all desirable to me.  Moreover, I have the type of personality that would take that kind of stuff totally personally and be depressive about it.  All that said, I think it is important for Maya to have little friends and me to have mommy friends with kids around Maya’s age that don’t just exist on the internet! So, I’ve now signed up for two groups….one Parent and Me class through my temple which starts in June and runs through July.  It is for kids 3-11 months, runs once a week and what is cool about this is that I can sample it over the summer and if I like it I can continue it in the Fall.  Good because it costs bucks.  The other group I found on meetup.com – it is a group of neighborhood mommies that meet with their kids who were born either last year or this year. They go on walks, have birthday parties, and suggest ideas as they come up.  The cool thing is it doesn’t cost, and you only participate in what you want to.  Hopefully between the two, I will make some new friends and so will Maya.

One last note – Maya was pretty cranky today, tired and hungry at the same time for a lot of the day. I put her down for a nap and she screamed…which she usually doesn’t do.  I let her cry for a few minutes and then went in to the room and picked her up…she was still crying and I SWEAR – said, “Momma” in this sad little whine that was saying, “Lady why can’t you pick up on the cue that I am hungry???”.  It was so sad and nice all at the same time.  I’m sure it was a fluke, but I’ll take it.