Because we were relying on swaddling as a method to keep our sanity in those early days, we wasted a ton of money trying every swaddling blanket under the sun. We tried various sleep sacks (too roomy – he’d wake too early), “miracle” swaddling blankets (too thick, too hot) and an assortment of others (most were the wrong size and he would wiggle out, or they would cover his face). Then we discovered Aden + Anais.
Not only is breastfeeding close and tender and healthy and sweet, it is cheap, convenient and fab for your metabolism—not to mention a fun boost for the décolletage, too. They don’t call it a milkshake for nuthin’, girl. But I have a laundry list of things I wish I’d know when I’d started and found out too late.
The “Breast is Best” push has crossed the line from support to pressure and it now so permeates the breastfeeding dialogue that, upon implantation of your darling embryo, you will immediately find yourself being pressed by your OBGYN, your pediatrician, the media, your mother-in-law and the lady behind you in the checkout line to breastfeed.
But in order to recommend fine art photography to Ain’t No Mom Jean readers, I wanted to be able to describe – in detail – why fine art photography is worth the additional cost. So I went back to the source and asked our photographer, Melanie. Here’s what she has to say:
Melanie: I frequently get asked, “So, what is the difference between fine art portrait photography and Picture People?” Honestly, it’s a fair question. I’ve been a portrait photographer for over 20 years, and I’ve had plenty of opportunity to think through the differences. Here are a few reasons why fine art portrait photography is well worth the investment . . .
All Moms want/need/must have time off, time to themselves. So on Mother’s Day, treat her with a day all to herself. Here’s how it works: Choose the day (it doesn’t need to actually be on Mother’s Day). Wrap up a Mother’s Day gift of cozy-but-fabulous spring loungewear. (NOTE: This is NOT lingerie – the goal is comfy and cool not sex-pot. You want her to feel beautiful and relaxed, not guilty because the last thing she wants to do is throw on that bustier). Throw in a great book or trashy magazine. Then, when the day arrives, make sure the house is picked up, and take the kids OUT OF THE HOUSE. Otherwise, despite your very best efforts they will still find their way over to mom. When you return…voila! A happy, relaxed mom. And we all know that happy mom = happy family.
Here are my favorite comfy-cool Spring loungewear picks:
No matter which your preferred term of endearment is: buttocks, nates, arse, butt, backside, bum, buns, can, fundament, hindquarters, hind end, keister, posterior, prat, rear, rear end, rump, stern, seat, tail, tail end, tush, bottom, behind, derriere, fanny, (or, one of the many “R” rated synonyms), one thing is for sure, mom’s everywhere are obsessed with tushies (either their baby’s or their own)!
“Have you tried peas?” people would say. “My son just LOVES apples.”. I think people can’t help themselves. I mean seriously – when I say the kid won’t eat ANYTHING, do they really think I haven’t tried peas or apples? Like I’m suddenly going to say, “OMG – PEAS!! I didn’t even THINK of PEAS!”
I successfully cloth diapered my son for his first 10 months, until solid foods (and my gag reflex) really kicked in in full force. . . Diaper spraying had become an eye-watering, dry-heaving torture and. . . I couldn’t take it anymore. To make a long story short, I abandoned cloth diapering and started down the slippery slope of ease, comfort and extravagant waste. And I liked it. A lot. I call it The Fall.
Roses, strawberry jam, pickles . . . who can resist! This scratch and sniff book by Katherine Howard has it all! Just in time for Easter, this…