This comes to the forefront of my mind every few months, and I feel it’s important to blog about – to educate. If you don’t feel like some car seat education, skip this.
Two points I want to make here. One, it’s SO important to rear face as long as you can. Pia is almost two, and still rear faces. In fact, the AAP now recommends rear facing until age two. Read the article here.
I’ve heard all the “reasons” for turning them around, none are good enough.
Now, my other point. Keeping them in a 5 point harness for as long as you can. Most experts recommend no sooner than age 6. I recently read reviews on Walmart.com about a booster, people were buying it for their two-three year olds. If you have the time to write an on-line review, don’t you have the time to research the safest options for your child?
I’d think so.
Please, please don’t put your small children in boosters, and please don’t move them forward facing until they absolutely must be, if you get a good seat (not even expensive, because expensive does not equal good in this case), that can be 35 pounds!.
I try my very best not to be a sanctimommy, but this is one topic I admit to judging people on. It’s wrong, I know that. But, if I can make one person reconsider their choices, it’s worth it.
Please read up on it, do your research, protect your child. Because there is no do-overs for this.
This is a cool site! You create a page for yourself, and pick 5-6 words that you would use to describe yourself. Then, you get a link to your page and give it to your friends. They get to pick 5-6 words that they use to describe you. You get to see how you view yourself, and how others view you. This sort of thing is fascinating to me!
(known to self and others)
independent, loving, self-conscious, silly
(known only to others)
able, accepting, bold, brave, caring, clever, complex, confident, dependable, extroverted, friendly, giving, helpful, ingenious, intelligent, kind, knowledgeable, mature, modest, observant, organised, powerful, proud, quiet, reflective, responsive, searching, self-assertive, sensible, sentimental, sympathetic, trustworthy, warm, wise, witty
(known only to self)
(known to nobody)
calm, cheerful, dignified, energetic, happy, idealistic, introverted, logical, nervous, patient, relaxed, religious, shy, spontaneous, tense
able (20%) accepting (30%) adaptable (0%) bold (25%) brave (10%) calm (0%) caring (40%) cheerful (0%) clever (10%) complex (10%) confident (10%) dependable (10%) dignified (0%) energetic (0%) extroverted (5%) friendly (5%) giving (30%) happy (0%) helpful (15%) idealistic (0%) independent (10%) ingenious (5%) intelligent (40%) introverted (0%) kind (20%) knowledgeable (30%) logical (0%) loving (20%) mature (5%) modest (5%) nervous (0%) observant (5%) organised (10%) patient (0%) powerful (5%) proud (15%) quiet (5%) reflective (5%) relaxed (0%) religious (0%) responsive (10%) searching (5%) self-assertive (20%) self-conscious (10%) sensible (5%) sentimental (5%) shy (0%) silly (5%) spontaneous (0%) sympathetic (5%) tense (0%) trustworthy (35%) warm (15%) wise (30%) witty (30%)
Here’s my link.
Just some funnies I wanted to share.
Nana and I were having a very serious talk the other night about appropriate touching. She refers to her vagina as her “china”. I told her that only mommy, daddy and dr’s can touch her vagina, and if anyone else does, she is to tell them NO and come and tell us.
She’s very sober during this conversation, letting it all sink in.
Then, very seriously she asks, “mama, who is allowed to touch YOUR china?”.
I’m usually a quick wit, but had nothing for this one. Absolutely nothing!
Nana’s 4th birthday was on the 21st. A few days prior, we were watching TV together and a commercial for a Tinkerbell house came on. She’s just getting into the “I want that!” phase. She promptly declared that she wanted it. I told her we could absolutely get it, if she picked out two toys to give to children that didn’t have any. She thought about it for a minute, and the bargaining started.
N: “How about two small ponies?”
M: “Nope, we need to do the bigger toys, because this is a pretty big toy, that comes with lots of neat stuff!”
N: “How about just ONE big toy?”
M: “Well, we really need to do two honey, that way some little girl out there with no toys will get TWO and be sooo happy”
N: *doing toy inventory in her head* – “That’s ok mama, I think I just won’t get it”
I still can’t believe she didn’t go for it. I told my mom this story, and Nana got the Tinkerbell house for her birthday. Foiled again by grandma!
Friday night, I was prepping for my shower, buck naked, brushing my teeth. Pia comes barging in the bathroom and starts staring at my nether regions. Intently. Like, I feel a little violated. Then she declares, “EWWWWWWWWWWW, you grrrrrroooooooossssssssss mama!”. Nice. Real nice.
Last night, we were watching a re-run of the Kids Choice Awards. They mention the Jonas Brothers, and Nana gets SO excited. I had NO idea she even knew who they were. She usually just watches movies, not much TV at all (doesn’t sound like it in this post though, haha!). I say, “do you even know what the Jonas Brothers do honey?”, to which she promptly replied (more than a little exasperated), “Yes MOM, they ROCK!!”. Indeed they do honey.
During dinner recently, Nana declared the food to be leccable. Took me a minute. She was trying to say delectable. Where she got that, I’ll never know.
She told me this morning, “Mama, you’re really good at cooking things”. If I succeed in nothing else in life, I’m good at cooking things. *laughsoblaugh*
I’d love to bottle their innocence right now. Everything is so black and white and literal at both of their ages, it’s something I wish I’d never forget. It’s refreshing and funny, and I love it.
A bloggy project! Fun! And what a good cause!
Wicked Step Mom, Five Flower Mom, and Shout are all co-hosting this project. The point if it is to make a real effort to teach our children to love themselves for what they are, not what they are “supposed” to be. I’ve been off in la-la-bloggy land, but this is worth coming back for.
Here’s the bottom line:
I am not beautiful like you, I am beautiful like me.
Teach the next generation about true beauty and self confidence.
Help girls and boys to have a better self image and to stand up for beauty in all forms.
So, if you’re in, grab this beautiful button:
And commit to a bi-weekly exercise, beginning April 6th.
Let’s teach our children what REAL beauty is!
Check out the page dedicated to this project here.
For a while now, I’ve been thinking of purchasing a domain and moving my blog so I can have more control over features and colors and stuffs.
But, all the good ones are taken (*pout*), so I thought maybe I’d tap you guys, my lovely readers and see what you come up with.
I’ve used The Story of Us since I first started blogging, way back when. My link has always been mymommyhood. Both are either taken or REALLY more than I’m willing to spend.
So, enter the contest.
Give me your ideas. I’ll pick my favorite.
If you’re the one who came up with the winning one, you get this:
Not the baby. Or…probably not the baby. That’s my nephew Daniel. Cute, right?
How CUTE is it?
My sister made it. All by herself.
It’s 18 month size, and pretty gender neutral.
All you have to do is leave a comment with your URL idea (please make sure it’s open!), AND (this is important) your e-mail addy.
And if you really love me, post about this contest. You won’t get anything but my undying love. It’s worth it, right?
My sister Jamie is giving away a free pair of Babylegs!
A few days ago, Nana pooped and yelled for me to come wipe her. So, I did. Fun times. She tells me as I’m wiping her that she’s not done. I tell her to call me when she’s done. A bit later she comes trotting in, saying she didn’t need me anymore that sister helped her.
I swear I just blinked, and sat there for almost a full minute. I didn’t WANT to get up and see what mess they’d made. I wanted to trade in my mommy card, grab a pina colada and sit in the sun.
But, I’m mom, and onward I must travel.
We go back into the bathroom and I inspect the damage. I won’t go into heavy details, but suffice to say it was a disgusting mess, both of them.
Hold me. The memory is too vivid still.
So, that was Monday. Tuesday, I find a stray dog. He’s cute as a button, and very sweet. We can’t keep him though, we already have two dogs.
So Chipuppy isn’t house trained. Of course he isn’t. My life just isn’t that easy.
Yep, I was up at 4 this am, cleaning up poop and pee.
And, all day.
Why is it that he goes RIGHT after I take him outside?
So, I just finish cleaning up pee, for the 4th time and Nana has an accident. She hasn’t had an accident in I-don’t-know-how-long. But, she picked today to have one. I felt like I was drowning in pee.
So my week has been full of poop and pee. Don’t you wish you were me? Do you get badges (think Girl Scouts) for this stuff? Because we should. Totally.