Wipe your feet.

What is momfetti?

Momfetti is the sprinkling of random knowledge. Sometimes it can brighten your day, make a party better, enliven the environment, or add an element of surprise. Sometimes it just makes a big mess that someone is going to have to clean up later on. It can be full of wisdom, full of wit, full of insight, or totally and completely insane. Sometimes all the above.

This blog is a starting point to chronicle my life as a stay home mom. Now, I am not a new mom- not by any stretch of the imagination. My "baby" is nearly 10 years old, self-entertaining and very self-sufficient. I put in the long hard working-mom years and the scary stressful single-mom years. In theory, this stay home business, for me at least, should be a piece of cake. I am curious to see how it really turns out.

Momisms.

The momisms are personal entries into my life based mainly on those little sayings that moms always seem to spout out without even trying. You know, like: wipe your feet. They are things that moms all say. I swear, the minute a woman pushes out a child the pearls of wisdom hormone suddenly kicks in. A mom can't control it. These things are just said. I have a few favorites. I plan on sharing these with you. All in good time.

Mom-it-yourself.

I like creating things: crafts, sewing, food, excuses, you name it. I am not good at it- oh heck no- I would probably put myself on the average side of things. I do, however, have fabulous intentions and from time to time I actually complete projects. Here I will chronicle my attempts in all their glory- good or bad.

I have a serious obsession with doing things with as much skill and quality as I can. I get that from my mother. One of her momisms is "If you make it yourself, it better look store bought." Now, having something that looks mass-produced kind of defeats the purpose of homemade, don't you think? That wasn't the intent of her momism. It was to mean that the finished product better be of high quality. If you can't proudly put your name on it and claim ownership of it, then stick it in the recycle bin and try again. My mom wasn't psycho about perfection, but she did demand your best. Always.

Euromom.

I live in Europe now. It is my new home and I said goodbye to family, friends, and the ability to totally understand my surroundings. Now I live with a new language that I swear I forget more than I learn, new culture that makes my usual faux-pas go from minuscule to extraordinary, and a fear of driving my very big car on very small roads. Because of this: my recipes will be Dutchified, my materials will be Dutch materials, some of the craft verbiage will be in Dutch, but my frustrations will be purely American. And my successes? I claiming those as my own.