Tip{py} Tuesdays: Buy a Spare


It’s inevitable, it will happen, be prepared; your child will at some point lose that one obscure object they can not live without… And it just happened to us.

Smh, you’d think after 3 kids, being a former nanny and former preschool teacher, I would be overly prepared for all the challenges my children can throw at me. But noooooo. Here I am on my phone in the car on our way home from a family play day on ebay, Amazon, Target and every other site I can scour looking for a freaking “baby”.

I found it luckily, but not without a cost. SB is almost two and so her must-have-can-not-live-without lovey comes at a high cost. It can no longer be found on store shelves. Sigh, as I press “checkout” and cringe at the obsorbinate amount I must pay; I think back to how we got here.

I thought I was prepared. I picked out the lovey she would carry around with her the rest of her life. It is a cute TY elephant; and I bought two at once. Following in the steps of her siblings, I thought this was the perfect (and matching!) lovey for her. Her brother still has his TY tiger and Diva can not breath if she can’t find her TY giraffe. It only made sense to “keep it in the family”. But you can never prepare for them to be independent and make their own choices at such a early age. At 3 months old she made her choice. It was this scary looking security blanket with a piglet head.

Sorry, but those types of blankets scare me. I don’t understand why children fall in love with a blanket with a head on it. Creeeepppyyy! But, she bonded with it and never had it out of her sight since; until yesterday.

Hubs and I keep going back and forth; parenting fail? We always tell our kids their babies must stay in the car. We warn them they could get lost, stole and be mistaken for stealing (yes, it has happened). However, we figured she was in a stroller and really had no chance of losing it. But as soon as we loaded SB into the car we knew.

So lesson learned. We as parents need to stick to the rules we make. We make mistakes too; and now it’s costing us $20 to fix it. As soon as you realize what lovey they have attached themselves to, buy an extra!

The Moment When…The Baby Washes Her Hair with Hand Soap…in Public


The moment when the baby used hand soap as shampoo…in public.

Yup. That happened. And trying to clean it up in public was a disaster. Especially because I was in a hurry to drop her off to get to a dentist appt ointment that I had already rescheduled twice.

I love my kids and talk often about how independent they are. And little SB is no different. But I also realized how horrible two in one body wash and shampoos are. Cause I know what happened was she assumed the hand soap was just like the wash at home.

I try to multitask with three kids. So I thought I loved the baby wash and shampoo in one combo. Until today.

I had a dentist appointment last week; just a normal teeth cleaning. But trying to come kidless is a joke. So I thought I had it under control when I was lucky enough to get SB in hourly care for my appointment at the last minute. I decided to double check my reservation for her early that morning only to discover they had no reservation. Of course they freaking don’t. Because that would mean I would actually get to take care of something for myself. But I assured them I was not waiting care to sit at home. I did have a valid reason. They were kind enough to get her in.

So about 30 minutes later I drop her off. Where now they tell me she is missing a signature on a piece of paperwork. But they have had this paperwork for two months- and just now tell me it’s wrong? Of course it has to be that day. So after they realize they do have the paperwork; I am running extremely late.

I rush SB into her room and ask her to wash her hands. She is pretty good at it. They have little baby sinks and I help her turn on the water and she goes at it while I’m unloading her bag. She stops and signals for soap. I put some in her hands and ask her to wash. And she does…her hair.

I guess I was shocked at first because it was a good 10 seconds before I stopped her. And her head was covered in amazingly soapy bubbles. I yelled “stopped” and of course scared her into tears. And then I have to figure out a way to get the soap out. Because adding water would just make it worse and there was so much I would need to give her a bath. So I did what any mom would do (please tell me you’d do this!), I took a paper towel and blotted her hair dry. Her hair was a little crunchy after, but nothing a bath that night wouldn’t fix.

Lesson for the story? Don’t use a 2-1 wash for kids. It will just confuse them later in life!

The Moment When…

The moment when you smell it. Ya moms all know that smell. The one that turns your nose up. Ya, that one. And some get that joyful experience when your kid does it in the same spot everytime.

SB picks my office. While working on the blog she squats down and bam! I smell it. Dang girl!!

So I smelt it and knew a diaper change was in order. But just to make sure; I check. And I instantly feel that warm sensation of “something” on my finger. Gag! No dry heaving. I contained it.

I tell her it’s time for a change and she is so amazing. She walks her cute self into her room. How can you be disgusted at a face like that?!

Tip{py} Tuesdays- Snack Attack!

Or the snacks are attacked! Either way you phrase it- my kids have been attacking all the food coming into this house lately. They go through growth spurts at the same time! It drives me insane. It’s like having triplets and I’m just as busy as a mom of one. So I have taught my kids to do a few things independently to help me out and to teach them a few life skills they will need in the real world.

One is getting themselves a snack. A while back MrsMissionControl wrote a great post about teaching her kids how to get their own cups and plates.

We use this method in our home too. And to help my kids get their own snack as well I went a step further. I bought a large over-sized snap lock lidded monstrosity of a jug from the px and simply filled it with gold fish. It will hold two of the bags from Costco.

My only issue? SB helping herself.


The Moment When…

The moment when you realize someone has opened the door while your taking a shower. The brisk morning A/C cooled air is now rushing into your bathroom you have blissfully been pumping steam into for the past 5 minutes. Trying to create your mommy spa. It went like this –

Hubs: can you turn down the heat?
Me: (sigh) yes. Just a second.
Hubs: turn down the heat!
Me: ok. Geeze calm down. Why is it so important that I can’t take a 5 minute shower?

I turn around to see a naked, and poop covered, little SB. Sigh. That needed no answer.

Followed by the moment when… you don’t want to leave the shower for fear of what you will find – and smell.

Happy Sunday!

PS. We took the spawn on a hike yesterday. Saw some amazing views.