Please allow me to introduce myself...

And Welcome to The Mainemoms.com Blog. I'm so glad you stopped by. I thought it would only be right for me to start a blog of introductions and hopefully my fellow bloggers will follow along.

Hi, I am Sam...Sam I am (sorry had to do it). I'm known as a loud mouth, high energy, goofy, organized, positive, proud mother of a two year old. His name is Jordan and I'm sure you'll hear a lot about him here.

As of this writing, I can be described thusly:

• 28 Years Old
• residing in one of the 'ingtons of Maine, just rightoutside of the queen city
• married to my highschool sweetheart, Darric
• owner of Beagle Dog, Bubba James
• work at WLBZ 2 in Bangor wearing many hats
• fond of good jokes, Fleetwood Mac, Stephaine Plum Books, movies with lots of bad words in them, mexican food with a kick and my son's brown eyes.

I started reading mom blogs back in 2004 when I became preggers. That's when I found Linda's Blog and I became hooked. I related to this blogger in so many ways and still today I find myself learning new things about her that I relate to. Well, Linda inspired me and I decided to start my own blog, Way Life Is. I wasn't sure if I had the time to keep up with this blog, but I've learned how to make the time. Here I write anything from a movie review, random stuff that's on my mind, what I may have found in my supper the night before, to just telling you what the highlight of my day was, which may happen to be vacumming in my case.

So then this blog came along and by now I'm obsessed with the blog world. I intend to keep my blog entries here to be about my 2 year old, it's only fair right.

I do work in a creative field, so I will do my best at keeping you entertained with my creativity...Ha, you're in trouble and I mean it. And I will tell you I most always have my camera with me so plan on seeing pictures with most of my posts. Hey let's see some now.

Here's our happy little family. This picture was taken just last November so it's the most recent and probably the best one yet.

Yup, that's me and at about 5:00pm monday thru friday this is exactly where you can find me. Directing the news or as some people call it giving my blood pressure a little rise. Hey what can I say I live off of adrenaline.

See, I told you we were silly.

And that's my baby boy. Hard to tell this kid is known for throwing the rowdiest of temper tantrums and it's a good thing he's adorable because somethings gotta balance out all those dirty diapers.

There. Now you know more about me then you probably wanted to know. Stop by and say Hi sometime, I'm a fan of comments (hint-hint).

So, When Are You Getting Married?

I had an interesting conversation with a co-worker the other day. The employee, a photographer around my age here at WCSH, has been married for about six years now. He asked about my baby, and I gushed about how wonderful it was to be a mother, and asked him the next question that always seem to follow: "So when are you going to have kids?"

Tim said they were waiting, and seemed a little irritated. He explained he was sick of the question, which plagued him and his wife all the time. He said, in different words, you just can't be married without being pressured about babies. Being happily married just isn't enough.

I listened, and told him I can relate, in a different way. You see, I have a baby, but I'm not married. Matt and I live together, and are very happy, with absolutely no plans in sight to get married. Folks, including my grandmother, (may she rest in peace) just don't relate to that. Some people, even believe I am living in sin. The only conflict I run into is how I describe my relationship with Matt. Do I call him my boyfriend? Well, I don't feel like that term is strong enough. How about partner? Hmmm, I do use that, since it is "politically-correct", but then some people think I am in a same-sex domestic partnership. So, it gets tricky.

We all have our pressures to fit the mold of the perfect family, but the definition of that family, in this 21st century, is far from the 1950's cookie cutter image. As long as there's love, I say we're doing all right.

Hey, if Brad and Angelina can do it, why can't I?

Things that make me late for work...

Ya know 2 and a half years ago, b.c. in other words (before child) I was NEVER late for work, I was actually usually early. These days it quite a different story. No matter how hard I try, how much earlier I get up, or even how much I prepare the night before it never fails. Here are some things that usually hold us up.

1. Breakfast decisions. I've been trying lately to get Jordan to decide what he wants for breakfast. Not a good idea. He wants oatmeal, no, he wants cereal, no he wants toater strudel, no fwen toe momma. AHHHHHHH

2. Refusing to get dressed. Jordan has been easily side tracked lately. Once I finally talk him into getting dressed after bribing him with whatever I can think of, or just plainly threatning him that I'll put his bare butt out in the freezing snow (no I really wouldn't do this, it's just a threat), I finally get him halfway dressed and he runs off and won't let me catch him and it starts all over again.

3. Time at the toilet. We're in the mist of potty training (I'll save that for another blog), but it always seems like after we've gotten our jackets on, we're about to walk out the door and..."Momma, go potty." How can I say No really, we are trying to train him. He does go, but it's time consuming.

4. Jordan, where's my cell phone. This happened this morning. We're walking out the door and it dawns on me...."Jordan, where's my phone." The kid looks at me like 'what's a phone anyway.' So, I look all through the kitchen, in the fridge, in the cupboards (this is a toddler we're talking about remember.) I look in the living room, under the couch, (found the remote we've been missing, no phone), I look in the bedrooms, the bathrooms, even in the toilet. Nothing. I now have to be to work in 5 minutes, Jordan's got his sneakers off and is working on his socks ARGGG! So, I decide to call it, I would've done this sooner, but we rarely get service where we live so I didn't think it would work. Hhh, I hear it, I follow the sound of my ACDC ringtone to Jordan's room.....over to his bed, no wait over to his toy box, sure enough there it is in the toy box.

So if you ever set up a meeting with me, keep in mind I have a 2 year old who is potty training, gets distracted easily, would much rather be naked and likes to hide my cell phone so if you want to meet me at noon, tell me 10:00.

Sickness Lives Here

It all started one week ago. I woke up around four Monday morning feeling slightly nauseous, but I figured it may be due to my consistent lack of sleep as a new mother. I went to the gym, even taught an aerobics class, and made my way to Portland for work. By the time 7:30 rolled around, my head was in a toilet at work. Let me just paint the picture further by adding this was a public bathroom early Monday morning, and our janitors did not clean over the weekend. Enough said.

Later that evening, the chills, the fever and the tears arrived. The tears were not for my own misery-- but for my heart-wrenching fear that I had brought something horrible into my home and endangered my six-month old daughter Rosa. Before I go on, I must give a disclaimer to explain my paranoia. At eight months pregnant, I lost my own mother to complications of the flu. One Monday, my mother Robyn was healthy and planning a hiking trip. By the following Sunday, she had died at Maine Medical Center. Every new mother is slightly nervous when it comes to illness; I am absolutely petrified.

I made the neurotic call to the on-call doctor, asking what I could possibly do to save my child from the flu. As I heard him roll his eyes over the phone, he explained there was nothing I could do, because I had already contaminated the house days before my symptoms arrived. I would have to wait and see.

Rosa never did come down with the flu, thank God! Instead, a different virus was brewing inside of her: the common cold. You see, my flu just happened to coincide with another parenting milestone -- the beginning of daycare. Rosa has just started daycare the week before and came down with a nasty chest cold, which she quickly passed on to her father Matt.

Looking back now, it is my belief that Rosa was the one who brought home the flu and passed it straight on to me. Within a week and a half of daycare attendance, all three of my family members were sick for the first time since her birth. I don't find this to be a coincidence. Daycare is known to be an infectious churning pot for bacteria and viruses, but everyone tells me, it improves her immune system for the future. We can't keep our children in a bubble forever, whether it be daycare, pre-school, kindergarten or college, our children will be susceptible to illness at some point.

Both Rosa and Matt are on the down-slope of their colds. Rosa has stopped coughing in her crib, and is sleeping soundly, just in time for her to return to daycare this week. And it's a good thing that she is getting healthy again, because on Friday, my daycare provider warned me that chicken pox has reared its nasty head. Seriously now, can I just have a break?