The MODO ship has landed

When my husband and I finally deemed ourselves "ready" to start a family, nothing could fully prepare us for what that one little word entailed. Once our first daughter was born, I magically obtained the identity of Super Mom, trying to take on the world one temper tantrum at a time. Typical of our kind, I soon found I was putting everyone else's needs before my own.

Then came the birth of our second daughter, transforming me into a MODO (Mother of Daughters Only). Let the sagas of raising two girls begin! ...The emotional outbursts, pigtail pulling, boy drama, and catty girl cliques... It's bound to be quite an adventure, and made me realize the importance of finding a release. And so, a blog was born!

My stories are plucked straight from my personal experiences as a mother. But also as a professional writer with a background in the natural health industry, I may at times share some tidbits on healthy living simply because it's something I’ve grown passionate about.

Take it from me, a mom attempting to survive the preschool years while also tip-toeing around a testy toddler, building a solid support team can help save your sanity and your health. So leave the cape in the closet, laugh, learn and lollygag in a little "me-time."





Sunday, November 14, 2010

Elmo Amoré

La-la, la-la….la-la, la-la… (everybody sing!) ELMO’S WORLD!

Jaisa. Loves. Elmo.

Honestly, I don’t know many kids her age who don’t. Elmo has that irresistible allure that magically makes it hard for toddlers to turn away. Ella was no exception at that age so I’m not surprised that Jaisa has followed in her sister’s footsteps of infatuation for the ever-popular Sesame Street monster. The very moment Jaisa saw that furry, red, (obnoxious) little guy, she was hooked. And I have no idea why.

Is it because he’s red?


Is it his high-pitched voice?


Is it his relentless laugh?


Is it because he likes crayons and his goldfish, too?

I don’t get it. I can’t understand the guy…literally. Don’t even ask me how long it took before I finally figured out what his mustached sidekick’s name was. Mr. Moo Doll? Mr. New Doe? Oh, Mr. Noodle! Of course. It makes so much sense (??). Whenever Jaisa sees Elmo on TV, in books, or sitting stuffed on Ella’s bed, she points, smiles and sings, “La-la, la-la!” She’s yet to utter his actual name, but when she starts singing, we know exactly who she’s talking about.

Elmo didn’t exist when I was a kid, so I was completely thrown off when I started watching Sesame Street again when Ella was a toddler and this red monster showed up on screen with his goldfish Dorothy and you guessed it, Mr. Noodle. I protested for a long time, stating to Matt, “I just don’t like that guy.” But Ella liked him a lot. She was in love with Elmo at first sight, just like Jaisa. I remember that first Christmas….when love turned into obsession. Everything was Elmo—books, movies, toys—Santa even brought her a life-sized stuffed Elmo, the very one that after 4 years, is still proudly displayed on her bed.

Now it’s Jaisa’s turn. We have yet to succumb to the Hokey Pokey Elmo, Chatters Elmo, Teach Me Elmo, Kiss Me Elmo or (gulp) Tickle Me Elmo. I guess I was hoping the craze would fade. I worry that if one of the “talking” variety made its way into our home, the poor guy may turn into “Pummel Me Elmo” after a few days. There’s no telling what Matt might do.

In all motherly seriousness, I have to say this: The next time you wonder, “What’s so great about Elmo?” and wished your children looked at you with the awe and whimsy reserved for their furry friend, just be happy he can keep them entertained long enough for you to get a load of laundry folded.

Elmo is a monster to love.


YouTube, anyone?
Someone sent me a YouTube video awhile back on the voice of Elmo. Have you seen it? Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined this person behind the monster that is Elmo. It actually made me warm up to the fuzzy guy a little bit.
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