Oh my GOSH I suck at this these days. The terrible twos are upon us. Kyson’s birthday was yet another flop. I can’t wait until he has his own friends so they can come and he can have fun. Not to mention, the whole in-law showdown where Kyle’s herd sat on one side and mine on the other and they didn’t speak. But I wasn’t really expecting much else.
My mom DID set her stove on fire cooking popcorn for the party…. Like, 10 minutes after my firefighter dad left and just before my firefighter brother got there. Pretty ironic. She had to call the fire dept. Hilarious!
And I had the second or third (I’m not sure) biggest scare of my life Thursday. Kyson started choking really really bad and screaming “mouth!” I had no idea what was going on. I was on the potty and heard him scream in between gasps. I freaked out. So I ran out into my yard with no pants, in the rain, screaming for help. (It’s okay to laugh. That’s pretty funny.) Finally got my mil on the phone and she walked—yes, walked—up to my house to help. I just thank god he finally swallowed what I found out yesterday was a hexagonal nut as big around as a dime, from who knows where. Reality check. Maybe he’s not as responsible as I thought. I guess I’ll have to resort back to drawing cats and smiley faces on the bathroom wall with a crayon so I can keep him in my sight when I gotta go.
November is prematurity awareness month. And I’m not doing anything special this year. Sorry, too busy. 😦
Love and hugs to all the preemies… You’ve come a long way, baby!
Times I hate baby monitors:
• When it makes weird noises
• When the batteries die
• When Kyson decides to play with his toys that have really loud music
• When I’m in the bed asleep
• When I’m in the bed NOT asleep
• On the toilet. Ugh.
As my first year comes to a close, I’ve come to the conclusion that being a mom is 80% parenting and 20% figuring out what to do with all the stuff you don’t want any more. There’s eBay, yard sales, and charity just to name a few. But sometimes in a last desperate attempt, we throw it on someones doorstep, ring the bell, and run!
I enjoy a bag of new stuff just as much as the next person but sometimes I just don’t need the extra junk. And so I bag up the mess and pass it on to the next person. Next time you decide to clean out the closet or toybox, ask yourself some questions first.
Is it age appropriate? Please think before you toss. If you’re giving toys to a younger child, make sure the toys are safe. Check and double check the items for small parts that could be swallowed. Also, when giving away items of clothing, make sure the recipient would be able to wear them within the next few months. Don’t give a family with an infant older children’s clothes.
Is It in good condition? Don’t give someone broken or torn items. Inspect the clothing for tears or really bad stains. Some people may not mind it, but make sure they know what they’re getting instead of a bag of surprises. Examine the toys for any loose parts or defects. And please don’t throw all the random pieces of junk you find in the bottom of the toybox in the bag. No one wants misplaced dice or a lonely piece to your child’s long-gone Candyland game. If you don’t want it anymore, we don’t either.
Is it clean? This is a pet peeve of mine. But especially during the cooler months, make sure the items are clean. Wash all the clothes and wipe down any toys. Not only could this prevent the spread of germs, but also, no one wants to clean what they could only guess is chocolate milk out of the bed of a toy truck. It’s not that I don’t like your kid or think they have cooties, I just don’t want mine getting sick.
Would the child truely benefit from your gift? When giving away unused toys or clothes, are you giving to someone who actually NEEDS the new things or are you throwing them off on a parent who already has too much? Why not donate them to the less fortunate! There are tons of people and places who would love to have new pre-loved toys, especially this close to the holidays. Instead of tossing them, look in the phonebook or on the Internet for organizations that would take them. Most places have Salvation Army or Goodwill stores nearby. Or even local thrift stores or churches. Please don’t just throw things away or dump them on people that don’t want them just because you’re too lazy to find someone that does. You could make someone very happy.
I know many of you don’t like this word. It’s a harsh word. But I really hate “Breastfeeding Nazis”. If you’re a formula mom, you know what I mean. And if you’re a breastfeeding mom, you have no clue.
Formula moms are belittled and treated like scumbags because we can’t give our kids “booby juice” (as my husband calls it). Sure, there are those moms who shove whatever they can in their children’s mouths just to make them shut up, but do NOT assume we are all that way. We already know that breast is best. Trust me, I’ve attended countless classes, seen my share of lactation consultants, downed whole bottles of fenugreek and drank more water than a camel trying to breastfeed. And don’t tell me I’m lazy and gave up too easily. I faught until the end.
I dare you to try to feed a premature baby who can’t even breathe good much less latch onto a boob that is over five times his size! I dare you! I’m proud that I had one month. It’s more than anyone else in my situation could have done. I’ve cried so many times and would still to this day give my left ovary to be able to. When I think of milk, I hang my head in shame. It hurts. It’s almost like a part of me is missing. But there comes a point when you have to make the decision to feed your baby and choose him OVER the Medela. Isn’t feeding the whole point?
So please be considerate of other people. Keep the negativity out of breastfeeding. I know you mean well, but its highly offensive to us moms that had problems. We’re not all perfect. Nazi is a harsh word and I appologize, but let’s not persecute the formula moms. We do the best we can.
5 Things that Make You a Breastfeeding Nazi (and 5 Things That Don’t)
I’m going to another Luke Bryan concert in October and my mom said she will watch Kyson!!! Yay!!!! I thought about lying and telling her I had something for work because everyone usually complains or flat out refuses everytime me and Kyle want to go do something. But honesty is the best policy and it paid off. So we haven’t done anything fun in well over a year. (considering how I was so obviously a ticking time bomb of leakyness last year). I am NOT one of those moms who shove my kid off on my parents at every chance. I never do that… unless it’s flu season and I don’t want him out in the germ infested world of walmart. And I’ve even been yelled at for that.
I don’t want to be that mom but I must admit I’m a little jealous. All my friends are still going and doing stuff and I’m still here watching Yo Gabba Gabba even after Bitty has gone to bed. Yawn. We used to wake up in the morning and ride to the mountains and back just to say we did. Now the MIL’s calling me a harlot just because I wanted to take a class for TWO days. And God forbid I should want to go back to work (which is only 4 1/2 months out of the year) so that I can afford nice things for him. I, unlike oh so many of my mommy peers, understand my responsibilities. I just want ONE freaking day to myself every now and then!!! And not have to have a good excuse in order for someone to agree to. I’m not Casey Anthony! Arrrrrrgggggghhhhh!!!!
So 16 days short of a year old, Kyson is finally leaving my sight for more than a few hours. The day before he left the NICU, Kyle’s dad told us to go have fun because it’d be a long time. So we went to cracker barrel. Par-tay!!! Lol it’s going to be nice to stay out past 9. And maybe have a drink or two since this IS my early birthday present.
I want to take today to write about something I’ve grown to love. Hear me out mamas!! I love cloth diapers. I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with them. (twilight lol) But really. That’s how much I love them. It’s why I flipped out about my water being muddy. And why I spend every last dime I can pull out of the couch cushions on them. And I want to spread the love.
I’ve had a few people ask me about switching and will pass it along like Michelle passed it to me. It’s so much easier than you could possibly ever imagine. You just flush it down the toilet. It’s like potty-training training!!! And I guarantee if you ever try them, you will fall in love too!
Don’t get me wrong, I still use disposables too. He’s wearing Huggies right now! (Laundry day. : / Woot.) But Imagine wearing a pad every minute of everyday for two years. That would suck. I don’t even wear them EVER because I hate them. So I won’t make him do it either. Besides, they’re so stinking cute! It’s exciting to collect them. I read one article that said they were the new beanie babies! (man… if I had all THAT money back!)
So… to new moms or moms to be that are reading this, I extend an invitation to you to come to my house and see my stash. I’ll come to you if you want. (friends only lol I’m not driving outside of Georgia) I’ll even drive with you to the store to show you some different kinds so you can actually see them and touch them. They are the softest soft you can imagine!
Look at my new UGA diaper!!!
I got it from Squeezie Cheeks
(yeah, she makes all those other lame teams’ diapers too. Jk!)
Fluff Friday with The Cloth Diaper Whisperer is up!
1-Knickernappies One-Size Diaper with micro terry inserts
1-Knickernappies Hanging Door Pail Liner
Question of the week: What is your favorite cloth diaper and why (brand, style,etc)? Leave your comment before Thursday, Sept.9th at 7pm EST.
There’s a brand new Friday blog hop hosted by Sippy Cups and Cloth Bums and it’s just for cloth diapering mamas! Just post a picture of your kiddy with their fluffy pants on and link up!
This is Kyson’s very first cloth diaper. It is a FuzziBunz Perfect size in Green Apple. 🙂
Friday also means it’s time for the Fluff Friday giveaway from The Cloth Diaper Whisperer. This week the prize is
3 – Kawaii One Size Cloth Diapers
And the question of the week is:
How do you organize your diapers?
Go! Go! Go!
Enter the Fluff Friday Giveaway!