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Gettin’ Crunchy

No, I’m not eating granola right now (although I do).

This mama is gettin’ crunchy.

My brother and I, as I may have mentioned, were born in the early 80s. Like many awesome 80s kids, we were cloth diapered. My parents lived in eastern Pennsylvania, and a diaper service came to our house. Prefolds were the only choice back then. My mother had all sorts of pins. She told me each liner came freshly deodorized and pins were even themed at times. Disposable
diapers weren’t as reliable as they were today, and my mother never used them unless they were traveling. Pampers used to leak, which is pretty shocking, considered both my babies wore them until the started to really flip around. Then, it was Huggies, and eventually for A1, the famous Pull-Ups.

Cloth diapering is making a comeback. It’s economical, better for diaper rash, greener, and fashionable. Some of these diapers are the cutest things I’ve ever seen! Now, all someone has to do is put Elmo on some trainers for A1, and we’re in business.

Gone are the days of using traditional pins. Many pocket diapers have snap or hook closures. You can even use these neat devices called Snappis. They have teeth-like grips on either side to hold the diaper in place. As the name suggests, inserts are placed inside, whereas the prefolds are already outfitted with these. The flat variety is very much alive, too.

I decided to try some. I just ordered two from Lovely Pocket Diapers. I hope that I love them as much as many other mothers have. I will definitely keep everyone posted.

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Here, Mommy! A poop!

I had a Twinfamy moment.

In John’s archives, I noticed he mentioned his son handed him a special gift whilst on the phone. I was on the couch for this one.

Those who know me IRL know that I have long days staying at home with the kids. Daddy J is usually gone from 7:30-6 or 6:30. Yesterday was no different.

We have resumed potty training A1. Yesterday had a rough start (mostly for me), but then she did it—she peed!!!! I have never been so happy about seeing urine—well, until now.

I was sitting on the couch. I forget whatever activity I was previously engaged in, but after playing near the coffee table a couple of feet away, my little girl came to see me.

“Here, Mommy! A poop.”

Oh, jeez. I couldn’t even thank her. I’m not sure I want any more poops.

“Ok, honey. We don’t touch poop.” I promptly flushed it and the two of us washed our hands.

Today, she handed me an orange ball and a pink ball. A much more pleasant gift exchange.

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DIY No Slip Socks

I have perused my Pinterest boards, and found a great way to make what I refer to as “grippy socks.” Some genius, who most likely remains unknown, created these awesome things. Carter’s and Faded Glory (Walmart) happen to be my favorite .

What about the socks that don’t have a non-skid surface? Why, you can create your own, of course!

I bought puffy paint (Tulip brand—old school!) for .$75 each. Then, I went to work.

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Mama J’s work will knock your socks off.

I pulled A1’s socks out first, since she’s running around all over the place. A2’s socks will be done at a later time. I just bought her some Grow With Me ones, so that will be interesting. Craft on!

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Put Shoes On It.

As the slangin’ folk usually say, it’s been a hot minute. We had a yard sale last weekend. Onesies and sleep ‘n’ plays left our tables by the armful on Saturday; on Sunday, not so much. All in all, it went well, $200+ later.

A couple of weeks ago, A1 wanted to go outside. She always says, “Go outside, play! Go outside, play!” Back in the cave speak days, I used tell her to sit on my lap, put a sweatshirt on, and put her shoes on, sometimes while feeling like I am wrestling an octopus.

This time, she really wanted my attention.

“Mommy! Go outside, play!” Then she lifted her bare feet. “Put shoes awn it!” (Yes, that is her actual pronunciation of the word “on”.)

I eventually noticed that other things were “awn.” I was changing her diaper and she saw her My Little Ponies (my vintage ’80s and ’90s ones, which were the only toys my mom kept) in the transparent storage bin next to her closet. “Dere’s ponies awn it.”

If you liked it, then you should’ve put shoes awn it.

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Mean Ladies: A Non-Exhaustive List

Malificent is definitely the female foil of satan…

Twinfamy

Rarely do I experience more drama in my household than when the Twins are deciding which movie to watch. As the Movie Selection Committee consists of two highly opinionated two-year-olds, the deliberation process has been known to inspire tears, tiny fistfights, and even the occasional airborne DVD case. In fact, these pre-movie events often rival the actual movies in both intensity and entertainment value. However, once white smoke emanates from our chimney, alerting the throngs of onlookers and international press gathered on our street that a film has finally been chosen, my daughter invariably reminds me:

“I don’t like the Mean Lady.”

This is because in just about every movie we’re currently watching, she has found a female character that terrifies her, and the moment any of these Mean Ladies are onscreen, she’ll literally run away from the TV to find me (yes, even when I’m on the toilet) and…

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Diapers suck.

I’ve been changing diapers for two and half years, perhaps not as long as some; however, when you wake up to a toddler’s pee soaked sheet and pajamas every day, you get sick of it real quick.

Let’s also mention that I change a nine month old’s diaper all day long. My other favorite task is emptying out diaper pails Fucking Disgusting!

The difference between today and yesterday is both kids peed through their clothing and A1 chose to grab her bath crayons off the dresser, scribbling all over a white sheet…that I just changed yesterday. Thanks a lot, small fry.

You may have seen from previous entries that my attempts to potty train her weren’t successful. She never stays on the toilet. She runs around bottomless and pees on the floor.

You can also factor in an infant who won’t freaking sleep train at all.

48 hours of suck.

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#$%*ing Toilet Humor

I agree…we shouldn’t be writing profanity in toilets. After all, it will wash away. 😉

Stuff Kids Write

When Tara’s stepdaughter was seven, she wrote about how the world needed to change.

SKW Toilet Graffiti

Translation: “I would really like to change the world. I think we should put more trees and more water, and there is too much dirt, too. Stop writing ‘fuck’ in toilets. Thank you.”

We couldn’t agree more.

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Thanks to Tara of Love from Tarafor the awesome submission. If you have something funny that your child or someone else’s kid wrote, please send a picture of it to mcfadden(dot)chase(at)gmail(dot)com or leanneshirtliffe(at)gmail(dot)com.

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Bee! Bee!

Toddlers are hilarious. The things they say when they figure out the concept of stringing words together is out of this world. Yesterday, the As and I were in A2’s room for a diaper change. A1 had pulled one of her Abby Cadabby books off the shelf.

“Mom-my,” she said in her cute little voice, “Abby eats bluebebbies.” I laughed. “She does?” I said, impressed. “I had no idea.” She is still working on her ‘r’ sounds, so it comes out as ‘b’ or ‘w’.

Also, every insect (or arachnid, since there are plenty of spiders crawling around) is a bee. Flies freak her out. M has a fit every time she sees anything of the order Insecta, and now A1 is imitating her. In fact, when SIL J was pregnant with her, she had a similar fit when a bee came near her. Overreactions run deep, I guess.

Daddy J is part of the chain gang for our local high school’s football team. Parking is usually insane, and the As are too little to sit through that, so I haven’t taken them yet. I decided to send him a photo of A1. Usually, she says “Cheese!”. Not today. A stealthy house fly just had to be in the kitchen. Thank you, family Lepidoptera for gracing us with your presence.

“BEE! BEE!” My toddler screamed. Damn flies, I thought. She also thinks that pieces of “bluebebby” in her yogurt are ‘bees’ if she has just seen one. Here’s some photographic evidence:

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You best “bee” solvin’ this problem for me, Mommy!

She had eaten most of it at that point, so the last few bites were refused after bee time. Thankfully, all the flies are gone now.