My family was taken a back when they first heard me use the voice. It has now been dubbed my "Evil Mommy voice". And Miss C loves Evil Mommy. See example video here:
Works every time! (I think I scared Santa though.)
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Thursday, December 17, 2009
Evil Mommy
About 2 months ago, I discovered that Miss C loves my raspy voice. It makes her smile and giggle. So with picture season upon us, I am using this knowledge to my advantage.
My family was taken a back when they first heard me use the voice. It has now been dubbed my "Evil Mommy voice". And Miss C loves Evil Mommy. See example video here:
Works every time! (I think I scared Santa though.)
My family was taken a back when they first heard me use the voice. It has now been dubbed my "Evil Mommy voice". And Miss C loves Evil Mommy. See example video here:
Works every time! (I think I scared Santa though.)
Monday, December 14, 2009
Not Ready
Looking around my house today, I'm so glad Miss C is content to stay put and not crawl around yet.
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Friday, December 11, 2009
Double Dose
DOTY and I took Miss C to a flu clinic the other night so that she could get the H1N1 vaccination.
Our pediatrician highly recommended that Miss C get both flu shots since she is now 6 months old. Our ped's office is doing all flu shots through a clinic so you sign up online for an appointment and then show up to get your shot.
So we showed up. And here is how my convo with the receptionist went:
Receptionist: "How old is the patient?"
Me: "6 months"
Receptionist: "And are you here for both seasonal and H1N1?"
Me: "We just signed up for the H1N1. Can she get both at one time?"
Receptionist: "Yes. They don't interact with one another. Would you like to do that?"
Me: "Do it!"
Receptionist: (laughs) "Poor baby"
Me: (shrugging shoulders) "Better to have one bad night than 2 bad nights."
And bad night we did have.
Our pediatrician highly recommended that Miss C get both flu shots since she is now 6 months old. Our ped's office is doing all flu shots through a clinic so you sign up online for an appointment and then show up to get your shot.
So we showed up. And here is how my convo with the receptionist went:
Receptionist: "How old is the patient?"
Me: "6 months"
Receptionist: "And are you here for both seasonal and H1N1?"
Me: "We just signed up for the H1N1. Can she get both at one time?"
Receptionist: "Yes. They don't interact with one another. Would you like to do that?"
Me: "Do it!"
Receptionist: (laughs) "Poor baby"
Me: (shrugging shoulders) "Better to have one bad night than 2 bad nights."
And bad night we did have.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Sick parenting
The Sunday after Thanksgiving DOTY year and I were sick - the fever with weak stomach kind of sick.
Miss C sat on the floor and cried while we stared at each other trying to figure out who would get up to change her diaper. That's when we decided to call in the reinforcements.
(We did change the diaper before Mom-in-Law got there - after all, that's a 2 hour drive)
Miss C sat on the floor and cried while we stared at each other trying to figure out who would get up to change her diaper. That's when we decided to call in the reinforcements.
(We did change the diaper before Mom-in-Law got there - after all, that's a 2 hour drive)
Monday, December 7, 2009
Congratulations SB!
SB, you resoundingly won last week's poll for your Fake Wreath story. Thank you to all who voted!
Send in your MOTYM for this week's poll to ashleybeam@gmail.com!
Send in your MOTYM for this week's poll to ashleybeam@gmail.com!
Friday, December 4, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Fake Wreaths No More!
SB writes:
So, my little C man likes to crawl over to the glass door and look out, beat on the door, and slobber on the door. He especially likes it if Daddy is arriving home when he's at the door. But that is beside the point. The story does have to do the the area around the glass door, though! The other night, little C man crawls on over to the door while I was checking on his warming bottle in the kitchen. Daddy brings C man back into the kitchen not a minute later saying he had something in his mouth. Little C man's jaw is on lock down when you try to open it! Finally he got something out. It was a tiny little fake berry that must have fallen from our fake Christmas wreath on the door. But, that's not all. He was still chewing around. I saw 2 more as he quickly opened and shut his mouth. Daddy tried to open his mouth again, but little C man was on lock down. I was bringing his bottle to him in hopes that he might open his mouth, but instead he swallowed those 2 berries!! Panic! Immediately, baby reflex made him throw up and the 2 berries came with it. Little C man was then ready for his bottle. Whew! I think I'm going to be super paranoid about anything on my floor now!! His little fingers will find anything around to put in his mouth!
So, my little C man likes to crawl over to the glass door and look out, beat on the door, and slobber on the door. He especially likes it if Daddy is arriving home when he's at the door. But that is beside the point. The story does have to do the the area around the glass door, though! The other night, little C man crawls on over to the door while I was checking on his warming bottle in the kitchen. Daddy brings C man back into the kitchen not a minute later saying he had something in his mouth. Little C man's jaw is on lock down when you try to open it! Finally he got something out. It was a tiny little fake berry that must have fallen from our fake Christmas wreath on the door. But, that's not all. He was still chewing around. I saw 2 more as he quickly opened and shut his mouth. Daddy tried to open his mouth again, but little C man was on lock down. I was bringing his bottle to him in hopes that he might open his mouth, but instead he swallowed those 2 berries!! Panic! Immediately, baby reflex made him throw up and the 2 berries came with it. Little C man was then ready for his bottle. Whew! I think I'm going to be super paranoid about anything on my floor now!! His little fingers will find anything around to put in his mouth!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Bloomers in "tact"
The day after Thanksgiving, my side of the family did our Family Christmas pictures. This is an annual tradition. It's really neat to see how our family changes over the years. Every year there are more people as some get married and some have babies. This year 4 had babies so we had 4 new ones including my own Miss C.
Family Christmas pictures bring one thing to mind - outfits. Especially outfits for those bebes. And this year those bebes had 2 cute outfits to wear - a casual look and a formal look. The kiddos did great for the casual look - smiling adoringly inspite of all the animal sounds their parents were squealing at them. Once that was done we quickly broke off, each parent whisking up their child to change them into the formal look.
I have learned that time is of the essence in these situations. You don't know how long your little one will endure pictures, and lots of people, and lots of noise, and changing clothes. So I quickly grabbed Miss C's formal Christmas dress and ripped off the tags. I then proceeded to put the dress on her. When I got the second arm in, Miss C began to scream. This was an "This hurts!" scream. I inspected the dress to see what was wrong, and discovered the dress apparently came with matching bloomers which were still tacked on to the inside of the dress. The plastic tacking thingy was wrapped around Miss C's little arm and was pinching her!
I started to take the dress back off, but that was making things worse so my sister ran to get the scissors and she cut Miss C loose. But there was no recovery from this tragedy. Miss C was out of sorts the rest of the night. She cried and spit up through the rest of the pictures and through the dinner afterward.
Family Christmas pictures bring one thing to mind - outfits. Especially outfits for those bebes. And this year those bebes had 2 cute outfits to wear - a casual look and a formal look. The kiddos did great for the casual look - smiling adoringly inspite of all the animal sounds their parents were squealing at them. Once that was done we quickly broke off, each parent whisking up their child to change them into the formal look.
I have learned that time is of the essence in these situations. You don't know how long your little one will endure pictures, and lots of people, and lots of noise, and changing clothes. So I quickly grabbed Miss C's formal Christmas dress and ripped off the tags. I then proceeded to put the dress on her. When I got the second arm in, Miss C began to scream. This was an "This hurts!" scream. I inspected the dress to see what was wrong, and discovered the dress apparently came with matching bloomers which were still tacked on to the inside of the dress. The plastic tacking thingy was wrapped around Miss C's little arm and was pinching her!
I started to take the dress back off, but that was making things worse so my sister ran to get the scissors and she cut Miss C loose. But there was no recovery from this tragedy. Miss C was out of sorts the rest of the night. She cried and spit up through the rest of the pictures and through the dinner afterward.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Special Edition: DOTY!
DOTY had a big "moment" this week so I just had to include it. Here is how the story goes:
DOTY teaches our Sunday School class at church. This week he wanted to do something special and introduce our topic with a clip from The Office television show. He needed to leave 30 minutes early to set everything up with our laptop and speakers. We decided to ride separately so that I could get Miss C ready and fed. So off he went.
30 minutes later...
Always rushing - I sweep up Miss C and we are out the door. I get to the car, open the door to put her in and realize there is no carseat. DOTY has the carseat with him in that vehicle. I call DOTY to tell him what has happened. He is still trying to get everything set up and he is struggling himself.
Thankfully, we have another carseat and base in Miss C's closet. They are the Graco brand whereas our normal carseat and base are the BabyTrend brand. Because of that I knew I would have to install the base itself - not just pop in the other carseat. I put Miss C on the floor to play while I go get the carseat and base down from her closet.
I immediately notice that the carseat straps are at the shortest setting. The last time we used this carseat, Miss C was 8 weeks old! She is much bigger now, so I had to rethread the carseat straps.
Once I had the base installed in the car, I buckled Miss C into the carseat and popped the carseat onto the base. We were finally off. About 5 minutes down the road I notice that Miss C is holding her head up off of the carseat. This was because the carseat base was on the lowest setting - a setting for newborns - all the way reclined. Miss C is used to sitting much more upright in her carseat. She rode the whole way to church holding her head up and away from the carseat.
Miss C and I made it - about 10 minutes late - not too bad considering.
DOTY learned a valuable lesson - Never leave the house with the carseat =)
To send in your MOTYM write ashleybeam@gmail.com. Don't forget to include your signature and a title for your piece. No poll this week because of Turkey Day. Posts sent in this week will be included in next week's poll.
DOTY teaches our Sunday School class at church. This week he wanted to do something special and introduce our topic with a clip from The Office television show. He needed to leave 30 minutes early to set everything up with our laptop and speakers. We decided to ride separately so that I could get Miss C ready and fed. So off he went.
30 minutes later...
Always rushing - I sweep up Miss C and we are out the door. I get to the car, open the door to put her in and realize there is no carseat. DOTY has the carseat with him in that vehicle. I call DOTY to tell him what has happened. He is still trying to get everything set up and he is struggling himself.
Thankfully, we have another carseat and base in Miss C's closet. They are the Graco brand whereas our normal carseat and base are the BabyTrend brand. Because of that I knew I would have to install the base itself - not just pop in the other carseat. I put Miss C on the floor to play while I go get the carseat and base down from her closet.
I immediately notice that the carseat straps are at the shortest setting. The last time we used this carseat, Miss C was 8 weeks old! She is much bigger now, so I had to rethread the carseat straps.
Once I had the base installed in the car, I buckled Miss C into the carseat and popped the carseat onto the base. We were finally off. About 5 minutes down the road I notice that Miss C is holding her head up off of the carseat. This was because the carseat base was on the lowest setting - a setting for newborns - all the way reclined. Miss C is used to sitting much more upright in her carseat. She rode the whole way to church holding her head up and away from the carseat.
Miss C and I made it - about 10 minutes late - not too bad considering.
DOTY learned a valuable lesson - Never leave the house with the carseat =)
To send in your MOTYM write ashleybeam@gmail.com. Don't forget to include your signature and a title for your piece. No poll this week because of Turkey Day. Posts sent in this week will be included in next week's poll.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
In a bag by the door
Isn't that where everything is? - In a bag by the door. That's where my pants have been for 2 weeks now - yup, the ones I was supposed to give to the lady in choir. I finally gave them to her today and she is going to hem them - yay! (What am I talking about? Click here for previous blog about hemming pants.)
Anyway, that is also where I left something very important on Saturday. Specifically, it was the diaper bag by the door. And in the diaper-bag-by-the-door was Miss C's 10:30 bottle. And also in the diaper-bag-by-the-door was anything and everything that could stall/distract Miss C if for some reason stalling/distracting were necessary - things like pacifiers, toys, sippy cup, etc.
Way to go MOTY!
PS Miss C was a real champ about it. She hardly made a whimper. I was so proud. She finally got her bottle at 11:45! I could hear her little tummy rumbling. Getting her bottle during what would have normally been nap time really messed up the rest of our day, but that's what happens when you leave the bag by the door.
To send in your MOTYM write ashleybeam@gmail.com. Don't forget to include your signature and a title for your piece. No poll this week because of Turkey day. All posts this week will be included in next week's poll.
Anyway, that is also where I left something very important on Saturday. Specifically, it was the diaper bag by the door. And in the diaper-bag-by-the-door was Miss C's 10:30 bottle. And also in the diaper-bag-by-the-door was anything and everything that could stall/distract Miss C if for some reason stalling/distracting were necessary - things like pacifiers, toys, sippy cup, etc.
Way to go MOTY!
PS Miss C was a real champ about it. She hardly made a whimper. I was so proud. She finally got her bottle at 11:45! I could hear her little tummy rumbling. Getting her bottle during what would have normally been nap time really messed up the rest of our day, but that's what happens when you leave the bag by the door.
To send in your MOTYM write ashleybeam@gmail.com. Don't forget to include your signature and a title for your piece. No poll this week because of Turkey day. All posts this week will be included in next week's poll.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Super Sweet Gravy
DB has given us our very first Thanksgiving MOTYM. Enjoy!
Several years ago, my Mom and I were cooking Thanksgiving Dinner. I was making gravy and I couldn't get it to thicken. I kept adding what I thought was corn starch to no avail. The problem - I had pulled down the powdered sugar canister which was identical to the one I kept corn starch in. (In case you've never noticed, corn starch and powdered sugar look exactly the same.)
I added a bit of corn starch and my concoction started to thicken. What to do? Everything else was ready, so I served it and told no one (except Momm as she watched the entire fiasco).
To me, it tasted really sweet, but noone else seemed to notice! I think about this every year when I'm making the gravy!
To send in your MOTYM write ashleybeam@gmail.com. Don't forget to include your signature and a title for your piece. No poll this week because of Turkey Day. Posts from this week will be included in next week's poll.
Several years ago, my Mom and I were cooking Thanksgiving Dinner. I was making gravy and I couldn't get it to thicken. I kept adding what I thought was corn starch to no avail. The problem - I had pulled down the powdered sugar canister which was identical to the one I kept corn starch in. (In case you've never noticed, corn starch and powdered sugar look exactly the same.)
I added a bit of corn starch and my concoction started to thicken. What to do? Everything else was ready, so I served it and told no one (except Momm as she watched the entire fiasco).
To me, it tasted really sweet, but noone else seemed to notice! I think about this every year when I'm making the gravy!
To send in your MOTYM write ashleybeam@gmail.com. Don't forget to include your signature and a title for your piece. No poll this week because of Turkey Day. Posts from this week will be included in next week's poll.
Congratulations Dot!
Dot won this week's poll with her tale of the Red Frilly Panties. If you missed Dot's MOTYM, click here to read it.
No poll this week since this Friday is Black Friday and I expect all of you to be out shopping - Yes, I am one of those! But please send in more MOTYMs. I will continue to post them and we can just have more stories to choose from next Friday.
No poll this week since this Friday is Black Friday and I expect all of you to be out shopping - Yes, I am one of those! But please send in more MOTYMs. I will continue to post them and we can just have more stories to choose from next Friday.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
The Case of the Red Frilly Panties
"Dot" writes,
My youngest was 2 1/2 and recently potty trained. Following her nightly bath, I would put training pants on her for sleeping. One Sunday morning, I dressed her for church and told her to run put on her "frilly panties." She quickly reappeared, dressed in red frilly panties that did not match her dress. This was many years ago, and red frilly panties were a novelty, to say the least.
I immediately noticed the panties showing through her dress as toddler dresses were extremely full and very short back then). In my haste I exclaimed, "Go take those off, they aren't for church!" True to her sweet, compliant nature, she turned around and headed for her room.
That Sunday was also my first time back in the choir since her birth. It was a small country church and I sat her & her older sister on the front pew where I could watch them. They were being so good, but about halfway through the service, she got tired and laid down on the pew. The choir loft was on the left side of the church, so I didn't have a front view of them, but I could see their heads from the side. The choir director, (who had a clear front view) kept looking back at me, smiling, so I would smile back, thinking how sweet they looked.
After the service, the choir director said, "I think your little one forgot something this morning. She's not wearing any panties!"
She was still asleep on the front pew, her "full moon" aimed at the front of the church!
Needless to say, I had a "panty check" every Sunday thereafter.
To send in your MOTYM write ashleybeam@gmail.com. Don't forget to include your signature and a title for your piece. If you want your MOTYM included in this week's poll, send it in by 9 PM tonight! Otherwise, it will be included in next week's poll.
My youngest was 2 1/2 and recently potty trained. Following her nightly bath, I would put training pants on her for sleeping. One Sunday morning, I dressed her for church and told her to run put on her "frilly panties." She quickly reappeared, dressed in red frilly panties that did not match her dress. This was many years ago, and red frilly panties were a novelty, to say the least.
I immediately noticed the panties showing through her dress as toddler dresses were extremely full and very short back then). In my haste I exclaimed, "Go take those off, they aren't for church!" True to her sweet, compliant nature, she turned around and headed for her room.
That Sunday was also my first time back in the choir since her birth. It was a small country church and I sat her & her older sister on the front pew where I could watch them. They were being so good, but about halfway through the service, she got tired and laid down on the pew. The choir loft was on the left side of the church, so I didn't have a front view of them, but I could see their heads from the side. The choir director, (who had a clear front view) kept looking back at me, smiling, so I would smile back, thinking how sweet they looked.
After the service, the choir director said, "I think your little one forgot something this morning. She's not wearing any panties!"
She was still asleep on the front pew, her "full moon" aimed at the front of the church!
Needless to say, I had a "panty check" every Sunday thereafter.
To send in your MOTYM write ashleybeam@gmail.com. Don't forget to include your signature and a title for your piece. If you want your MOTYM included in this week's poll, send it in by 9 PM tonight! Otherwise, it will be included in next week's poll.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Meeting Great-Great Grandma
At 2 months old, I took Miss C to meet her great-great grandma. That's right - double "greats" on this grandma. GGG lives about 1.5 hours away. So when you are nursing every 3 hours, 1.5 is about as far away as you can travel. We jumped in the car immediately after I fed Miss C.
What I failed to take into account is that Miss C's happiest time is right after she eats. She plays for about 1-1.5 hours and then takes a nap. So Miss C's play time was during our long drive. Of course, that didn't go over well. Miss C's play time was Miss C's scream time. Then when we arrived, it was Miss C's nap time - not a good time to meet someone new.
We only have a couple of pictures from this trip where it doesn't look like Miss C is crying, but I can tell you - she definitely cried the whole time.
We took another trip to see GGG when Miss C was 4 months old. My planning was much better that time.
To send in your MOTYM write ashleybeam@gmail.com. Don't forget to include your signature and a title for your piece.
What I failed to take into account is that Miss C's happiest time is right after she eats. She plays for about 1-1.5 hours and then takes a nap. So Miss C's play time was during our long drive. Of course, that didn't go over well. Miss C's play time was Miss C's scream time. Then when we arrived, it was Miss C's nap time - not a good time to meet someone new.
We only have a couple of pictures from this trip where it doesn't look like Miss C is crying, but I can tell you - she definitely cried the whole time.
We took another trip to see GGG when Miss C was 4 months old. My planning was much better that time.
To send in your MOTYM write ashleybeam@gmail.com. Don't forget to include your signature and a title for your piece.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
The Midnight Cry
Two weeks ago, Miss C hit a growth spurt. You know what that means - waking up in the middle of the night to eat. By the third night, I was on auto pilot. Half asleep, I picked Miss C up to feed her. When she was done, I stood up with her in my arms and that is when I felt it.
Her diaper was completely loaded - the fullest it's ever been. I realize that more than likely, this loaded diaper is what actually woke her up and not her hunger, but it is too late now. I've already fed her and Miss C is back to sleep again. So what did I do?
I put her back in the bed with the loaded diaper.
To send in your MOTYM write ashleybeam@gmail.com. Don't forget to include your signature and a title for your piece.
Her diaper was completely loaded - the fullest it's ever been. I realize that more than likely, this loaded diaper is what actually woke her up and not her hunger, but it is too late now. I've already fed her and Miss C is back to sleep again. So what did I do?
I put her back in the bed with the loaded diaper.
To send in your MOTYM write ashleybeam@gmail.com. Don't forget to include your signature and a title for your piece.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Finger nails
I hate clipping Miss C's finger nails. Actually DOTY would correct me here since I've never actually clipped Miss C's finger nails. I am usually holding Miss C and distracting her while DOTY clips her finger nails. The whole time DOTY is clipping, I am gasping and saying "Watch out for..." and "Wait, wait!" and "That's good enough!"
This is probably because the very first time we clipped her nails we got a good bit of thumb in there. I was a basket case. Of course that was a couple of days after we brought her home from the hospital so the slightest thing sent emotions swirling.
After that first nail clipping session, I decided then that we would just use mittens - no need to clip anymore. This worked well the first week. Her nails were starting to get long by the second week, but we had those mittens - right? Yeah, those mittens that never stay on her hands. The third week there were a few scratches, but this MOTY decided those probably didn't hurt near as much as getting her thumb sliced off. On the fourth week her nails were so long that they were starting to break off. "See, we don't have to clip them. They'll just break off after a little while. Problem solved!"
Long story short, the doctor convinced me at her 2 month appointment (8 weeks old) that we did need to be clipping her finger nails. Just recently DOTY has decided to do it when I'm at work so that I won't constantly gasp through the process.
This is probably because the very first time we clipped her nails we got a good bit of thumb in there. I was a basket case. Of course that was a couple of days after we brought her home from the hospital so the slightest thing sent emotions swirling.
After that first nail clipping session, I decided then that we would just use mittens - no need to clip anymore. This worked well the first week. Her nails were starting to get long by the second week, but we had those mittens - right? Yeah, those mittens that never stay on her hands. The third week there were a few scratches, but this MOTY decided those probably didn't hurt near as much as getting her thumb sliced off. On the fourth week her nails were so long that they were starting to break off. "See, we don't have to clip them. They'll just break off after a little while. Problem solved!"
Long story short, the doctor convinced me at her 2 month appointment (8 weeks old) that we did need to be clipping her finger nails. Just recently DOTY has decided to do it when I'm at work so that I won't constantly gasp through the process.
Congratulations DB!
Congratulations to DB - Her story "Running Laps" has earned her the title Mommy of the Year for this week!
To enjoy DB's story again, follow this link.
Sorry again for our issues with the Poll. I'll have all that fixed this week - pinky promise!
A big thank you to all of our contributors last week! I love hearing your stories. They encourage me! It's time to send 'em in again. This week's deadline is Thursday at 9 pm. Well, ok if you send it in at 9:01 I'll still accept it =) Spread the word!
And don't forget about Thanksgiving posts. Thanksgiving related MOTY, Teachable Moment or Tips posts are due by Sunday, November 22nd at 9 pm.
To enjoy DB's story again, follow this link.
Sorry again for our issues with the Poll. I'll have all that fixed this week - pinky promise!
A big thank you to all of our contributors last week! I love hearing your stories. They encourage me! It's time to send 'em in again. This week's deadline is Thursday at 9 pm. Well, ok if you send it in at 9:01 I'll still accept it =) Spread the word!
And don't forget about Thanksgiving posts. Thanksgiving related MOTY, Teachable Moment or Tips posts are due by Sunday, November 22nd at 9 pm.
Friday, November 13, 2009
**Redo** 11/13/09 MOTYM Poll
Sorry everyone. I'm still working out some kinks with this poll here. I don't like using this one. Hopefully, I'll have a new one in a couple of weeks, but for now this is what I have. If you voted already, please submit your vote again. This Poll will be open until Sunday at 9 PM. Submit your votes now!
Blow outs
I'm a follow the rules and frugal kind of gal so when a size 1 diaper says 8-14 pounds, you better believe Miss C was going to be in those diapers until she was 14 pounds. You see, a package of size 1 diapers comes with 40 diapers whereas a package of size 2 diapers only comes with 36. For the on-sale price of $8.99, that's a difference of 22 cents a diaper versus 25 cents a diaper!!
At the ripe age of 3 months, Miss C started having a few..... blow outs. I tried different brands, but that didn't seem to help. There was no way she was 14 pounds. Babies don't really double their birth weight until 4 months at the earliest and 13 pounds would be double her birth weight. So instead I began to attribute these blow outs to Miss C herself.
When picking her up from nursery and discovering they had to change her clothes, I simply replied, "Well, she's the blow out queen!"
A few weeks later, we attended Miss C's 4 month doctor's appointment. When put on the scale, Miss C weighed a whopping 14 and a half pounds!! I apologized to Miss C for calling her the "blow out queen" and put her in a size 2 immediately.
Lesson learned! Listen to your baby - not the packaging!
At the ripe age of 3 months, Miss C started having a few..... blow outs. I tried different brands, but that didn't seem to help. There was no way she was 14 pounds. Babies don't really double their birth weight until 4 months at the earliest and 13 pounds would be double her birth weight. So instead I began to attribute these blow outs to Miss C herself.
When picking her up from nursery and discovering they had to change her clothes, I simply replied, "Well, she's the blow out queen!"
A few weeks later, we attended Miss C's 4 month doctor's appointment. When put on the scale, Miss C weighed a whopping 14 and a half pounds!! I apologized to Miss C for calling her the "blow out queen" and put her in a size 2 immediately.
Lesson learned! Listen to your baby - not the packaging!
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Liar, Liar Pants on Fire!
Our second contributor post of the week! Thank you SueSue! SueSue writes:
When my daughter was about 10 years old, we were spending the afternoon at her grandmother/my mother’s house. Her grandmother and I planned a walk to visit a neighboring relative but my REW didn’t want to go and was actually a little stubborn about it. So off we went and REW stayed at her grandmother’s house alone. A few moments after we left, REW came running out the house, having changed her mind about coming on our walk/visit. She caught up with us quickly and looked a little shaken up about something. As we took a few more paces, I noticed a ginormous chunk of hair missing from the back of her head that was normally filled with long blonde hair. I put on my best angry mother tone and asked her why she had cut her hair. She told me that she hadn’t cut her hair, but had simply combed it and her hair fell out. I was furious that she was blatantly lying to me and was going to call her bluff. She kept saying she had merely combed her hair and not cut it, so we turned right around and went back to the house to find this comb that had made her hair fall out. I kept waiting for her to recant her story as we walked back to the house, but she just kept promising me that it was the comb’s fault and I was getting more incensed by the second at her ability to keep up this charade. We got back to the house and she took me into her grandmother’s room and opened one of the drawers to the vanity. She pulled out a triangular shaped comb with various teeth sizes on each side of the triangle. On one side of this triangle comb, there was actually a razor blade in the teeth that was used for thinning purposes. REW had been telling the truth about the comb that pulled her hair out. We were both so upset – REW-because her hair was gone and ME because I had called my child a liar! Have no fear though, almost 20 years later, my REW still brings it up and reminds me of my slip!
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Haha! Poor lil' REW - just trying to look nice by brushing her hair =)
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When my daughter was about 10 years old, we were spending the afternoon at her grandmother/my mother’s house. Her grandmother and I planned a walk to visit a neighboring relative but my REW didn’t want to go and was actually a little stubborn about it. So off we went and REW stayed at her grandmother’s house alone. A few moments after we left, REW came running out the house, having changed her mind about coming on our walk/visit. She caught up with us quickly and looked a little shaken up about something. As we took a few more paces, I noticed a ginormous chunk of hair missing from the back of her head that was normally filled with long blonde hair. I put on my best angry mother tone and asked her why she had cut her hair. She told me that she hadn’t cut her hair, but had simply combed it and her hair fell out. I was furious that she was blatantly lying to me and was going to call her bluff. She kept saying she had merely combed her hair and not cut it, so we turned right around and went back to the house to find this comb that had made her hair fall out. I kept waiting for her to recant her story as we walked back to the house, but she just kept promising me that it was the comb’s fault and I was getting more incensed by the second at her ability to keep up this charade. We got back to the house and she took me into her grandmother’s room and opened one of the drawers to the vanity. She pulled out a triangular shaped comb with various teeth sizes on each side of the triangle. On one side of this triangle comb, there was actually a razor blade in the teeth that was used for thinning purposes. REW had been telling the truth about the comb that pulled her hair out. We were both so upset – REW-because her hair was gone and ME because I had called my child a liar! Have no fear though, almost 20 years later, my REW still brings it up and reminds me of my slip!
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Haha! Poor lil' REW - just trying to look nice by brushing her hair =)
To send in your MOTYM write ashleybeam@gmail.com. Don't forget to include your signature and a title for your piece.
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