being THAT mom

It’s Recruit day in Sluiter Nation!  Don’t know what a SLuiter Nation Recruit is?  Start here.

Today I am SO excited to have Cheryl from Mommy Pants here!

Cheryl’s was always a blog I stalked in silence because I was in awe of her fabulous writing.  I love her no-nonsense personality that comes out in her writing, which is probably why her sweet, soft posts mush my  heart so.

I am totally honored that I am not just a silent stalker anymore, but one of her partner’s a The Red Dress Club…and a friend.


I am so excited to be over here at Sluiter Nation today. Katie, as you all know, is also one of the uber-talented hosts of The Red Dress Club. And anyone who spends even a nanosecond reading her blog(s) knows how freaking talented she is.

So thanks, Katie!


“What? What? Did you say “Mommy”? David, did you hear that?”

“No. I didn’t hear anything.”

“He said it. He did!”

“Da-dee, Da-dee.”

“Did you hear THAT?”

There was no mistaking it.

At two years and two months, my baby boy, my sweet, adorable, feisty, severely speech-delayed baby boy finally said Daddy. And Mommy, too – I heard it!

You absolutely celebrate these small milestones when your child has speech delay.

He has said Dada for a long time. But he only started saying Mama within the past six months; he just screamed when he wanted me.

Getting the “ee” as a second syllable was not happening. Poopy is “poopoo.” Cookie, until the other day, was “coo-coo.” It seems like a pretty easy thing, doesn’t it, changing sounds. And yet, for those kids who struggle putting those sounds into words, it’s a big deal.

A really big deal.

Getting speech therapy in The OC (otherwise known as Orange County, and yes, I’m a real housewife there, minus the “enhancements”) involves a lot of frustrating red tape. It took us four months from his evaluation to get him into therapy.

He’s gone an hour a week for the past six weeks.

And I can see it all start to happen for him.

This week we’ve had “airplane” instead of “ahcog.” “Truck” instead of “Guck guck.” We’ve had three and even four-word sentences – “Mama no milk, Daddy” – when I told him he couldn’t have any.

Six weeks ago, we’d have had tears. Now we have a boy who wants to narrate everything that happens in that uniquely toddler way, where no thought or activity goes unsaid.

I’ve had mothers ask why I have him in therapy when he’s “so young.” It makes me angry. Because, honestly? I don’t want to hear about how so-and-so didn’t speak til s/he was three and then it was in complete sentences, so why was I bothering?

I’m THAT mom. The one who does everything possible to help a child who has become frustrated and is throwing more tantrums and, in the case of my formerly speech-delayed daughter, became socially withdrawn.

I’m THAT mom.

I’m also that Mommy.

I swear, I heard him say it. I so did.


What lengths would you go to in order to ease your child’s frustration?

Want more Mommy Pants?  Yeah you do…

You can follow Cheryl on twitter, but you NEED to read her blog.  Here is just a sampling:

She will melt your heart the way she talks about her children: My son is my son

She can paint a picture that will tug at every emotion you have…and some you didn’t know you had: A million tiny sparkles of light

She has a FIERCE momma bear inside her:  of spider man, bullies, and a lesson learned

She is honest about turning 40 (but still rocks it, by the way): the truth about 40

And she writes fiction so real, you breath a sigh of relief at the end when you realize it was just a made-up story: what was broken

What are you waiting for?  Go get yourself some Mommy Pants!