With my sweet potato rounding out his 26th month of life on Earth and preschool starting in September, we’re gearing up for the marathon that, apparently, is the feat of potty training a boy child.
I want to provide a fun, child-friendly atmosphere for my kids, but I loathe, loathe, loaaathe most children’s furniture, design motifs and color schemes. For the most part, they’re just so bizarrely saccharine that they seem intentionally designed to assault adult sensibilities.
For some kids, teething is no biggie. “I never noticed my babies getting teeth,” many a mama has told me, as I melted her with my laser-like glare. For others, teething is a personality-altering event of head-spinning, Exorcist-esque proportions. That would be my children.
The easiest thing to do with a sick, fussy toddler, of course, is to pop him on the couch and let him veg out in front of the TV. That’s what I feel like doing when I’ve been barfing my brains out. But when my two-year-old, who never saw an operational television until he was over a year old, started talking about the Wonder Pets like they were friends of his a couple of weeks ago, I realized it was [way past] time to put the breaks on the boob tube consumption.
Dear reader: have you ever considered the rule of thirds with regard to your flat footwear? How about the sheen and texture of your shoes in relation to your tights? Have you recently scrutinized the curves of your feet and how your flats accentuate them, either elongating or shortening your leg, depending on their fit? No? Mmm hmm. . . I didn’t think so.
Neither have I, and I suppose that’s why I’ve been largely unsuccessful at pairing flats with skirts and tights. I either a.) spit and curse my 5’4″ (and 5/8ths!) height, then put on a pair of heels instead, or b.) spit and curse my 5’4″ (and 5/8ths!) height, then opt for trousers.
So, my last birthday I was VERY pregnant and couldn’t come up with gift ideas because I was having trouble imagining life post-baby. My husband gave me a $200 Nordstom card as my present. I used to have no problem spending money there. But now after baby and with not working, I can’t for the life of me decide what to spend it on. I could use some new things for spring because last year I was pregnant. Any ideas? I am comfortable spending a little more than just the card if it is on something essential or fantastic.
Happy birthday and congratulations on the new babe! Having had two in the past 25 months, I can totally relate to not knowing where to start spending on yourself post-babe(s)–there’s a lot of ground to cover when you’ve sat-out several seasons in elasticized pants.
Silly me. I had assumed that only mums would be interested in trying to make Dansko clogs fashionable. So imagine my surprise when the Style…
My attempt at green parenting has been a precipitously slippery slope. I started out with cloth diapers, a natural rubber mattress, all organic clothing, homemade organic baby food and exclusively non-plastic toys. But what I’ve ended up with is 7th Generation disposables/part-time (like, when the mood strikes me) cloth diapering, a mix of pricey organic cotton and $2.97 Target specials (made, probably, by kids only slightly older than mine), frozen “all natural” chicken tenders & Whole Market taquitos, and more plastic toys than I can shake a stick at. So much for my lofty green ideals. . .
The past week has been rife with life lessons for me. 1.) When you plan a romantic weekend away whilst breastfeeding, make darn sure your pump is working well and that you’re working well with your pump. 2.) Having not heeded lesson one, when you get home on the brink of mastitis (romantic, I know) and your milk supply is demolished, power pump. 3.) When your toddler, who has a pernicious stomach virus, mentions poop even in passing right before a bath, save the suds for later.