The Adventures of Batmom and Batgirl

A few weeks ago we encountered a situation that will unfortunately be a regular part of my daughter's life- "girls can't play superheroes." The stereotypes begin early. And it's not something this DC-lover stands for.

CeCe felt left out on the playground when the boys were playing Hulk Smash and Spiderman and she tried to join in. Her gender apparently precluded her from portraying a superhero since we all know how strict the rules of MAKE BELIEVE are.

She came home from school that day and asked if we could watch a movie about a female superhero. After Netflix let me down, I started scouring the Internet and stumbled across this book:

If you have a daughter, whether she gives a hoot about superheroes or not, buy this book. We read it last night at bedtime and instead of a second book, CeCe asked me to just read this one again. And again.

This awesome board book explains why each of these female superheroes is cool and special. It describes their superpowers and how they all have unique skills- like Batgirl loves computer programming, and Mera is especially brave for traveling to new places.

When it was time to turn off the lights, CeCe asked if she could bring the book for class Share Day next week. She also asked if she could take the book on the playground with her so that "I can show 'Johnny' all the superheroes I could be."

Well Little 'Johnny', I hope you are ready for some fierce competition in the world of superheroes. Because my little girl has a few new role models to choose from, and they're all pretty bad-ass.

Like Bat-Mother, like Bat-Daughter


Watching My Bump

The Bump Watch was a tradition I missed out on with my first pregnancy. I don't know if I was too overwhelmed to think about it, or I just don't take many selfies in general. But I have very few photos of my pregnant self, and even fewer where I am showcasing my belly.

I've witnessed many friends document the slow growth of their bellies with weekly Facebook photos, complete with calendar stickers or a blackboard backdrop. Pinterest has turned The Bump Watch into an art.

As I hit the halfway mark in my second pregnancy, I've tried to be better about preserving the memories of my bump. Most are quick selfies taken in my bedroom and sent to my mom, and even then I have no consistency with them.

This weekend, I had an epiphany about my belly pictures. I was standing in the bathroom at my parents house and feeling the baby dance around my stomach. This baby is a flipper and a kicker, and the movements still take me by surprise. Coworkers think I've developed a tic since I will suddenly jerk or twitch my body when I feel a swift kick from within.

But when I was standing at the bathroom sink, taking in the movements from my little gymnast, I realized I wanted to preserve that exact moment. I wanted to remember the simple sensation of standing still and taking every tiny blow my unborn baby was giving me.

So with damp hair, still in my pajamas, I took a bump photo. I know that just from looking at it, no one else will know how active the baby was being right then. But I bet I will remember, and I'll be reminded of how much I appreciated life in that exact moment.

To me, that's what The Bump Watch should be about.
20 weeks down, 20 to go!