Baguette was born in April, so my first Mother’s Day was, like every other day, filled with New Mommy Exhaustion. But Mr. Sandwich wanted to make it special for me, and gave me all three things that I asked for.
Last year, all of us were a lot more mobile. But we were also trying to get together with Mr. Sandwich’s mother, since his parents live in the area. So I took a couple of hours to go shopping, but that was pretty much all the time I had to myself.
My solution? Take a day off from work and spend the time doing things that I want to do. I tried it last year, and it worked beautifully. So I’m doing it again today: Breakfast at Panera. Checking how Amazon Prime Streaming works (finally watched Mean Girls). Getting a massage. A two-hour massage. Having an unrushed shower. It’s been a really nice day.
On top of that, Kathy V. of Don’t Forget to Feed the Baby nominated me for the Versatile Blogger award.
So, for the rules:
Every few months, I take Baguette to Stride Rite so that we can get her fitted for shoes. And every time, she walks away in a new pair of shoes, because (a) her feet have grown, and (b) I cannot resist buying tiny shoes.
Fortunately, I’m able to keep my impulses somewhat in check with the knowledge that Baguette’s shoe wardrobe is already quite extensive–Mr. Sandwich’s mother is a genius at finding cute used baby clothes, including shoes. Seriously, this child is much better dressed–and with much greater variety–than I am.
But right now, wearing the shoes we bought her at full retail price, her feet sparkle like a vampire in the sunlight.
Photo by bondidwhat, via Flickr.
Sometimes an illustration is better than an explanation. This is one of those times.
Admit it. You’ve had days when you thought this. And now you wish you’d come up with the shirt.
Cats That Look Like Ron Swanson
They really do.
And there were going to be five things, but one of them got taken off YouTube and the other one turned into an April Fools redirect, so this time there were three. Sorry to disappoint. But, come on, those cats are kind of awesome.
Photo by Carbon Arc, via Flickr.
I love Sesame Street so much that I’m starting to wonder if I’ll keep watching it even after Baguette has moved on to different things.
Photo by piyushthacker, via Flickr.
Gorgeous, gorgeous photography that makes me want to bike even more than I already want to bike.
World’s First Ski-Up Starbucks Opens at 8,000 feet in California at Eater.com
It’s an awesome idea, right up until someone slips and pokes out an eye with a ski pole.
This is adorable.
This is not.
I’m wondering if these shoes were inspired by “Single White Female.”
Photo by Leo Reynolds, via Flickr.
Answer: I have no idea. I read this story and thought, “I’m not sure one incident demonstrates anything.”
But in fact I am trying to teach Baguette my own lessons on this subject. I do think she’s too young to learn about budgeting–right now she thinks every number is “3”–but when she starts to fuss about eating an apple in the store, I say, “No, first we have to pay for it. It doesn’t belong to us until we pay for it.”
Since she doesn’t yet know about bar codes, either, I am able to stick to this rule with pre-packaged items as well as things that need to be weighed. Yes, technically I could have let her eat one of the muffins (which she calls “CAKE!!!!”) in the bakery 4-pack. But instead I managed to delay the moment when she realizes that’s an option.
And, really, isn’t that what parenting is all about?
Photo by MoneyBlogNewz, via Flickr.
After I had Baguette, several friends had babies of their own. Since then, several others have as well. I’ve sent each of them a series of e-mails with products that worked or didn’t work for me; somehow it seemed that I would have to spend $45 to discover that the Awesome! Thing! That Saves Your Sanity! was something that Baguette just couldn’t stand–and I wanted to share my learning curve, in the hope of saving them at least some of those $45 increments.
What were our standouts?
Oh, wait–that’s six things. Ooh, a bonus item! So what worked for you? And what didn’t?
I’ll probably post again before the weekend, but as we’re midway through our various celebrations, this seems as good a time as any to hurl holiday cheer into the Internet void.
This past weekend, my side of the family came to town for a visit. We went to Baguette’s day care holiday performance (I am conflicted about the existence of such an event, relieved that once again she was not traumatized, and won over by how cute toddlers are), bought a tiny, tiny tree, and cooked a lot of food. Sunday was our Christmukkah celebration (even though Hanukkah didn’t start until last night), which started off with breakfast (apple bread, scrambled eggs, bacon, turkey sausage) and quickly moved on to opening gifts. After that it was time to make dinner:
That last was a nod to my recovery from surgery; while I have a recipe for potatoes au gratin that I love, it is somewhat labor intensive. So I asked for suggestions, and the boxed solution was brought up as an alternative. Let’s just say I wouldn’t do that again.
This weekend we’ll have a Pirate Christmas gift exchange with some sort-of-local cousins, and we’ll spend part of Christmas Day with Mr. Sandwich’s side of the family. We’re still figuring out which part, though, so we’re not sure if we can count on eating crepes or tri-tip.
One of the things we struggle with each year is the deluge of gifts. We are by no means minimalists (which you probably guessed by seeing the random assortment of crap in the background of the blurry photo), but we are finding that our holiday gift-giving style is a bit on the lean side.
I came from a family of bounteous Christmases. It took me far too long to figure out that when people asked what I got, I shouldn’t name every gift, because no one else was getting that many. There were reasons for why my parents (particularly my mother) went overboard, and I understand them. But as time passes, that is less and less my style.
Mr. Sandwich’s family gives fewer gifts per person, and I’m finding that to be more comfortable. Sometimes the pile of gifts under the tree can feel like an impending avalanche. And I want Baguette to be aware of what she gets, not just have a vague memory that there was a lot of stuff. At the same time, I know that my family just wants to give gifts, and I’m certainly not going to tell them that their generosity isn’t welcome–because it comes from a really good place, and that’s more important than some arbitrary limit on gifts that makes me feel in control of the day.
But I do really like this idea, from Frugal Mama–stockings filled with messages rather than gag gifts!
Oh, and this rings true, from The BadAssMama Chronicles.
I think there might be a whole blog just in mocking the New York Times column “What I Wore.” While I fully recognize that years of subscribing to In Style made me think that ridiculously expensive candles were not unreasonable, to a degree that took years to wear off, I can’t read this column and feel anything but slightly aghast. It’s not even aspirational. Multiple Birkins? Who lives like this?