I love the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. No, I am not 12, I’m 25, but no matter. If it helps, I began reading the series at like, uhh, 19 or so, so it’s not that bad. The books were fantastic. I could see myself in the characters, fantasizing myself in the far off places they went to, imagining my friends were their friends, etc, etc. The first movie was great, just like the first book. I watch it again and again when it is on TV. If you didn’t like the second movie, let me tell you, it was a compilation of the 3 subsequent books, and not a good one at that. Knowing that they couldn’t have made all 4 movies (the actresses would have been 30 by then) they but 3 books in to 1 movie, taking the “big screen” parts from each girl’s story, making it patchy and missing the heart that the first movie had. There are part of the book that let you see the hearts of each girl that were left our for the movie. So, I say again, the books were fantastic. If you liked the first movie, then take to the books, and disregard the second movie, as it does not do the books justice. it will be a long time before I find another series that I can relate to so well, that tells the lives of girls and friendship in such a heartful and true way.
I am a cleaning genius. We have mostly tile floors in our house so I have one of those sponge mops with the scrubby bristles on one side (which, by the way, never seem to actually scrub my tile clean). But no matter, I have found a use for them after all. My rugs are typically covered in hair. I don’t really know why, probably a combination factors including but not limited to the following: my vacuum sucks (or doesn’t as the case may be) and I have long blonde hair that apparently falls out more than normal. In a stroke of what can only be described as cleaing genius, I flipped that sponge mop over, and took to the rug with the useless scrubby side, and was amazed (but not shocked, I am pretty smart) at how it picked up all the hair in my rug. Just drag it along the carpet and there you go, hair gone, clean rug. As my son would say, Ta Da!
I need money. Flat out. After I decided to stay home with my 2 kids, we lost my income. OK, I was a teacher, so it wan’t like I was raking it in, but we paid our bills. Since I quit, my husband has been managing to make up the difference with internet website stuff, but that has turned down along with the economy. Add to that the high grocery bills, diapers, gas, and expensive dental work that we both need and we are looking at some big credit card debt. And our home’s value is right at what we paid for it (we still hope) so there’s no money there either. We are cutting back going out and excess spending, but I need to make money. Any ideas? I stay at home and can do things on the computer in the evenings. Please post ideas.
Ok ladies, here’s the deal. Winnie the Pooh ( and other cartoon characters) are cute on babies and kids, but once you reach adolescence, they are no longer cute. Do not, I repeat, do not continue to wear T-shirts with these characters on them. There is no reason to wear a Pooh shirt at the age of 35. Just wear a plain one, as nearly anything is better than Pooh. And, by the same token, it is not cute on your bag either, diaper bag or not, there are so many other flattering choices. So stop it. Just because companies make them, doesn’t mean you need to buy them. No more Pooh on you!
As a breastfeeding mom, I’ve become pretty accustomed to breastfeeding in public. I don’t think there’s a problem with it. If a mom wants to pull out the boob and feed her kid, she should feel as comfortable doing that as a parent pulling out a bottle. I tend to try to be discrete, especially somewhere like a restaurant or Church, using a cover or blanket so as not to expose myself, but that’s definately not required. So, why is it that people are still so uncomfortable with breastfeeding in public? WIth all the research of the benefits to both mother and child, I would think this would be a welcome sight to see. Instead, still, many breastfeeding mothers are glared at and made to feel like they are not welcome. Many feel the need to hide what they do instead of celebrate this special bond of mother and child. How sad for us.
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I am really excited about the new update from Entrecard. Entrecard has formed a partnership with SezWho where you can earn Entrecard credits. Basically if you install SezWho on your blog you can then go ahead and use it to have comments rated and draw in new visitors who will comment on your blog. Why? So they can earn Entrecard credits. But they only get them if they are relevant good comments. And you can earn credits by going to others blogs and commenting. It is way cool.
My husband is sneaky. We discussed to idea of getting a new game system for a few weeks. With a 2 year old and an infant in the house, not only do we not have time to play games, but I don’t want my kids to play games either. We finally came to the conclusion that the Wii, with the sports type games, would be an acceptable compromise since the kids would have to be active to play. So what does my husband do? He goes and buys a stupid PS3. He has since tried to play it at any opportunity, staying up late to play. I hate it. We hardly have any time together anyways, with every moment devoted to work, the kids, or the house, and now I have to compete with these games, and my graphics aren’t as good.
Costco, what a great place. I know people joke about huge vats of olive oil and gallon jugs of ketchup, but it is a great place to find bulk items for a good deal. I go there mostly for diaper and wipes for my babies, but also for toilet paper, frozen food and fruit. My husband couldn’t care less about the k deals. He goes for one reason, free samples. We are only allowed to go on weekends and only after 11 am when they start serving free samples of their food. If you read our Sweet Tomatoes adventure then you can guess how this turns out. He goes into his ‘hunter/gatherer’ mode trying to get all the free samples he can. He’ll go back 2,3, or even 4 times to the same one to get more. If he really likes it, he’ll send me to get more. Of course, sometimes the sample booths run out while they are cooking more, which makes him crazy. He circles the booth likes he’s stalking prey until they put out more, and then he has no problem stepping over a small child or nudging an old lady to get the first hot sample. He always leaves Cosco with a full belly and a big smile.
A few days ago, a new dad to be asked me what he could do to help his wife once the baby comes and he goes back to work. Here are my thoughts:
- When you get home, hold the baby. Don’t take 20 minutes to change your clothes, get a soda, or whatever else. She has been watching the clock for the last 3 hours, waiting for you to get home, so don’t delay.
- Offer to make dinner. Give her the option. She may prefer that you hold the baby while she cooks, but if the baby is sleeping or happy, cook dinner. Oh, and LET HER EAT FIRST. She has had all her meals while holding a baby, give her a break. You can eat later.
- Make sure to notice any house work that she did. Anything done while caring for a newborn is a miracle.
- Compliment her. Say she looks nice, whatever.
- Ask how her day was, both having to do with the baby, and herself. This is really important. While pregnant, women get asked constantly how she feels etc. Suddenly, a week after the baby is born, no one asks anymore. All questions are about the baby. To some women this is a let down. Make sure to ask about HER. How she is feeling, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Oh, and make sure to listen!
- Make sure she has time to take a shower. This will help her feel better, more awake, and more relaxed. Sometimes new moms go days without a shower because its no longer the priority. Take the lead and make sure she gets a shower.
- Massage something.
- Clean something. Seriously.
This may seem like a long list, but all steps are vital to having a happy mommy, and thus, happy daddy.
So I previously mentioned that my husband moaned, groaned, and complained his way into a sick day, complete with the house to himself. Here’s another doozy for you: I woke up at 3am to the sound of my husband screaming from the living room. He’s been sleeping in there since my son’s been in the cast. Concerned for his safety, and of not waking up the kids, I went to see what was going on. I found him crawling on the floor, clutching his calf, and yelling that he needed me to rub his leg. A cramp? Good Lord! I rubbed his leg for a minute, told him to quiet down, and went back to bed. How many leg cramps did I have while pregnant? Too many to count. Not to mention the actual labor. I didn’t scream that much giving birth. Clearly, he has no tolerance for pain. The next day he told me that he might have trouble driving long distances because of his “leg injury”. Uhh, men.
