I have a new favourite outfit of all time for little girls. (Thank you, Mom.)
Irene got this ensemble as a gift for her baptism last weekend and it is exactly what I’ve been wanting. A corduroy jumper that she can pair with pretty shirts to look cute and girly without being overly dressy. She can romp around in this with best of them and it should stand up to a great deal of wear. And brown and pink? With a polk-a-dot belt? C’mon, too cute. Continue reading 'Snug As A Bug in a Brown Corduroy Jumper!'»
Update, Jan. 16, 2010: The company has contacted me and followed through on their delivery. It seems there was a personnel change that caused the service rift. The business is up and running again.
Update, Jan. 9, 2010: This company has failed to delivery the pacifiers they donated to a charity raffle I held and seems to have gone AWOL — not responding to emails, not tweeting, etc. Please refrain from ordering anything until I can verify they are still in business.
I must admit that I used to be a little biased against pacifiers. It’s probably because my parents didn’t use them for any of us four at all and I didn’t see the need. I mean why give your baby something you need to keep buying and then have to deal with taking it away when they get older. Insofar as the whole soother debate is framed around thumb sucking vs. soother, I always sided with the thumb sucking. It’s free, it’s easy, it’s guaranteed self-soothing and, hey, I used to be a thumb sucker. Besides, soothers look dumb. Continue reading 'Personalized Pacifiers, Pretty Peace Please'»
DAILY SNACK
I got this hat for $2 at the newly opened used kids’ clothes shop in the Junction.
Little Bird Fly 2955 Dundas Street West
Booyah!
Product Review
I’m a few weeks into the not-so-solid feeding phase and still trying to catch my rhythm. The eternal and unsolvable problem when it comes to infant care is that you need to do things right away if you ever want to keep on top of it all. But infants are such babies and they really have no patience at all. So more often than not I finish spooning the pureed goop from bowl to baby and barely have time to walk the bowl to the dishwasher before L’il I is screeching and kicking and looking for an escape hatch. And Young C will usually pick this time to yell “Poo!” and starting running around in circles. I yank L’il I out of her highchair, toss her bib on the counter, kick the stepstool over to the toilet and chant “Run, run, run!” I’ll wind up wiping her face in the bathroom and then putting her down for a nap and trying to sneak in a little laptop-time while C (hopefully) amuses himself.
The next meal-time, then, starts off with a lot of cursing under my breath while I try to wipe/scrape dried up baby goop off all surfaces. That is why this was the best bib I ever owned:
Continue reading 'The Best Bib I Don’t Have Anymore'»
An essential and integral part of parenting, as far as I can tell, is running around in circles trying to find all the gear. Socks, sweaters, mitts, and hats. There’s winter hats and ball caps and sun hats. There’s boys’ hats and girls’ hats, baby bonnets and hats with dinosaurs on them. I know I’ve got hats coming out the wazoo. I still wasn’t quite satisfied with the little tan baseball cap and/or denim sun hat I have for L’il I, though. I wanted a one-hat-fits-all for the summer and, yes, I wanted something a little more girly. (I know. What’s happening to me?) So when I ran around the apartment for twenty minutes last week on the way out to the park and found NO hats, I clearly
needed to buy a new one. Right?
Continue reading 'Locally-Made Baby Sun Hat'»
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I tend not to complain much. I can probably count the times I’ve returned a product to a store on one hand. I will hardly ever send food back in a restaurant, and I don’t expect kids’ toys to last forever. But this really bothers me. I bought a little Sassy rattle as a stocking stuffer this Christmas. It was over a month before L’il I was actually able to play with it, but it was a perfect little baby rattle — an easy to hold ring with rubber grips for chewing and a soft and cheerful fish. She loved it. Well, she loved it for a whole month before I found it in pieces at the bottom of her bouncy chair. Continue reading 'Rattle Tattle'»
I have got to be the only woman for whom clean floors and happy children are mutually exclusive propositions. Driven to
the brink of insanity today by the sheer volume of toys and toy bits on the living room floor, and by the crunching of various food stuffs underfoot, I got out the vacuum and hoped for the best. Luckily, Young C was
still under the weather and taking a good afternoon nap at the same time as his baby sister. That’s how I managed to pick up 75% of the debris before said sister awoke. I knew my time was closing in then, so I plunked her in the playpen and made a mad sweep of the rest of the floor. She played happily until I started the vacuum, aka baby psyche torture device, at which time the crying began. I kept going, determined to at least finish a cursory course around the room, until the crying became so loud and heart-wrenching that no amount of ground-in Cheerio could keep me away. Now, rattled baby and messy floors and furniture pushed all akimbo, I needed a solution.
Continue reading 'Look Ma, No Hands'»
Strollers are the
big purchase when you’re expecting your first baby. Most people will happily go about their lives completely oblivious to the incredible expense and scrutiny that goes into the purchase of a stroller. All they see is something in their way, and
maybe the baby. That is until their due date is approaching.
Continue reading 'My Groovy Joovy Caboose'»
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