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Showing posts from January, 2015

Don't Wanna Turn It Around

Little L is 37 pounds. In Canada, regulations state that her awesome Clek Foonf and Fllo car seats can only remain in rear-facing mode until 40 pounds. In the U.S., the very same car seats are permitted to remain in RF mode until 50 pounds. While I don't understand why there is such a large gap between the two countries, I can say unequivocally that I am absolutely gutted about having to turn her around.

It's not a big deal, some of you are probably thinking. I would not have thought so either, except that I have learned over the last few years that RF is infinitely safer than FF.

Car Seats for the Littles: RF Car Seat Myths Busted

Safety Benefits of RF

Car Safety.Org on Rear-Facing

Rear-Facing for Best Protection

So yeah, I'm sick to my stomach with the thought that Little L will have to face forward. Thank God that we have a Foonf, though; at least its beast-mode structure is the best one I've see on the market for safety and peace of mind. However, I am jumpy because …

This That and the Other Thing - Ramblings and Readings and Getting Ready for 3!

Little L turns 3 in a couple of weeks. We just ordered her a "Tigey" cake (like from the TV show - the one that gets shmooshed), and I'm trying to get her banner completed. We are low-keying the party, since every time I ask her what she wants for her birthday, she lists (without fail) balloons, flags (the banner), a cake, and candles. She doesn't care about having presents or guests. LOL. I'm sure next year will be different, but for now I'm relishing not having to overextend myself planning a party for a kidlet who doesn't give a rip about all of those trappings that we grown-ups fuss over. Big birthday bashes, crafts, gift/goodie bags, fancy decor, fancy food... who are we impressing anyway? In our household, only the birthday girl needs to be impressed.

Speaking of her birthday, I've decided not to get her the balance bike and helmet until the summer. There is a rainfall warning for the greater metro area as we speak, so winter isn't ex…

Lessons from a Long Long Weekend

No, I don't mean long weekend as in a holiday. I mean, it felt like it didn't end because the days seemed to go on forever when Little L came down with one of the worst non-GI bugs she has ever had. We are talking near 40'C fevers, non-stop nursathons, hacking coughs, runny nose and 48 hours of lethargy and listlessness. And she kept coughing and sneezing right into my face, too; it's a miracle I'm still standing.

Here is what I learned from the experience:

1) Breastfeeding saves lives. Okay, maybe not quite, but it kept my girl from coughing all night (read: I actually did manage to get some sleep despite being her soother all night long), and kept her hydrated when even cupcakes and ice cream had lost all their appeal. It was weird, you guys. It's always weird when your little girl turns down her favourite sweet treats. That's when you know it's a big bad bug.

2) Tylenol Chewables to the rescue! The liquid version was apparently "too sweet"…

The Worst Seller in the City

So I belong to a local FB baby buy/sell/trade group. I've used it along with our city's CL to try to sell some of the stuff Little L has outgrown. We have sold her travel crib, Orbit system, and a few other things this way.

I have to admit, I'm probably a terrible salesperson. I might even be the worst. When I set a price on one of our items, I don't usually budge or negotiate. I deliberate what I believe is a good, fair price for the baby gear, and I hold firm to those numbers when a potential buyer tries to whittle it down. While I don't consider myself to be particularly attached to these things (I am getting rid of them, after all), I guess deep down I must cherish them somehow, because I am utterly unwilling to lower my price to benefit others. Just today I turned down a $15 offer for our $35 really great condition leather Pediped boots.
In fact, I'm so against bargaining that I would rather give these same items away for zero profit (yes, free!) to Baby G…

Sorry Not Sorry?

After intentionally splashing paint water in my face after a rousing painting session:

Me: That was not nice. You intentionally splashed the paint water at Mommy! What do you say?
Little L: I'm sorry Mommy.
Me: Do you mean that?
Little L: No. (Observes my expression). Mommy is not happy. You do not look happy. 
Me: No, I'm not. It did not feel nice to have water splashed at me after we had so much fun painting. 
Little L: I want to give Mommy a hug. 
Mommy: You can hug me after you apologize.
Little L: I'm sorry Mommy.
Me: Do you mean it?
Little L: Yes.
Me: Are you going to splash me again? 
Little L: No. I want to hug Mommy.
Me: Okay, you can hug me now.
Little L clings to me with a big bear hug, then laughs again and says: Yay! Mommy is happy now!
And proceeds to crawl around the floor spreading paint water everywhere. *sigh*

My Kid Says the Darndest Things, and A Little L Update

On examining a crusty nose booger in front of the mirror: "It looks like a pakora!"

After pooping on the potty, Little L exclaims very excitedly, "I know I had enough fruits and veggies!"

During our potty training adventures, she had moments when she didn't really want to use the potty.
"I don't want to use the potty! I don't want to be a big girl! I just want to be a little girl."

Me: (to Hubbs) She's using her stool as a foot rest!
Little L: (to Hubbs) And she's using her chair as a bum rest!"

On calling her a snow princess, Little L balks:"I don't want to be a princess! I just want to be a monkey!"

Little L (to Hubbs): I wanna do something cool with Daddy.
Hubbs: Is sleeping on the bed cool?
Little L: No! It's uncool!

Me: Oatmeal is good for your tummy!
Little L: Oatmeal is good for my stomach! You said tummy but you meant stomach.

Me: It's time to brush your teeth!

A Break-Up Letter of Sorts

I think by nature people love to hate. Not sure where this comes from (read: sin nature), but I've come across many (myself included) who intentionally and regularly read blogs or articles written by, or follow people on social media, that they don't actually like. Consuming this content then fuels some serious internal rage or at very least, mild annoyance. And yet, people do this all the time.

Now, while I would be lying if I said that there isn't an element of fun involved in raging on another and feeling that adrenaline rush, in the grand scheme of things I really do find this to be quite a physically detrimental and unproductive practice. 
As part of my 2015 self-improvement plan (because resolutions are made to be broken, no?), I am eliminating the hate-reads and annoying feeds from my life. It's just too short an existence to spend wasted on negative things by people who bring nothing to my proverbial table, and whose "presence" in my life is more a d…