JJ Keith, mom to the adorable in many situations baby Bea, has another baby on the way, a sweet dog that's not feeling so hot, and a landlord situation.
All of this would be enough to make a normal woman curl up under the covers and await her due date, but JJ chronicles it all relentlessly and hilariously on JJust Kidding.
Meet JJ Keith, Baby Mama of the Week:
Name one thing about you that would surprise your readers.
I have gestational illiteracy: Usually an avid reader, I haven't read a book cover to cover since I got pregnant with my second six months ago. But I have re-watched every episode of 30 Rock and seen an awful lot of allegedly real housewives in various cities behaving badly.
During a toddler music class my daughter spazzed out big time: First she hauled around a ukulele over her shoulder like a baseball bat then she wailed on a train whistle while maniacally marching around the room. Finally she landed on the middle of a big bass drum and just sat there giggling and clapping while other tots beat on the drum. Watching her get taken away by the music and develop her own definition of instrumentation, I realized that she is so much more than just my baby. I love watching her grow into being her own person.
It used to be Amstel Light, but I had to give that up when I got pregnant again, so these days I rely on Words With Friends for the iPhone. I usually have about six games going at once and a pretty impressive track record (I've lost three games out of about a hundred). Since I'm sort of a novice at my full-time job of being a mom, it's a lovely break to feel like a winner, even if I have to rely on a stupid video game to get that feeling. And I realize that kind of sounds like something the pill- and gambling-addicted mother says during her episode of Intervention.
So much to choose from in this category! If I had to just pick a few, I'd say some of my earliest posts when she was just a bitty baby and I was just starting to figure this mothering business out. Specifically, I wrote a post when she was about 5 months old to document my startling revelation that the reason she was cranky all the time was because I wasn't putting her down for naps; I previously assumed that if she were tired, she'd fall asleep on her own. Oops! I'm dreading the day when my daughter runs into her therapist's office with that post printed out to prove that her mom had no idea what she was doing.
Relax. Let them be who'll they'll be and find the humor in their temper tantrums and other minor catastrophes.
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