How did we survive before the internet? Certainly our parenting was far more driven by our own intuition than by that of our good friend Mr. Google. I suppose there were those things called parenting books that people could read.
“You are so lucky to have the internet,” my mom will often tell me. This is after I express to her that I’m refusing to give my kid juice before middle school because I’ve read somewhere on the internet that it’s a no-no. Or that my toddler won’t be wearing a winter jacket in her car seat because I’ve now seen the 12th video on how it could one day save her life.
How did this information get communicated so quickly before? Beats me.
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It has been a month since my last post. Life has gotten pretty busy – as they do.
Then this happened the other day. And I felt the urge to write about it.
I went to the park by our house for the 1000th time. It was one of those particularly repetitive days of motherhood. You know the ones.
Baby, Toddler, and I walked up to the park and headed for the swings. Consistently, the first stop on every trip to the park.
I catch the eye of the only other mom there, with her two toddlers and a baby strapped to her chest.
What is the last thing you do before going to bed? Give your significant other a kiss? Quick cuddle? Chat until you feel like falling asleep, then separate to your respective sides of the bed and fall asleep?
That’s how we used to do it. Before our smart phones became our cuddle buddies.
I was quite late in the game to join the smart phone party. I got my first one only this year after my trusty Blackberry of 5 years crashed on me. It had sketchy internet at best. No Facebook. No apps. Just texting and sometimes Google Maps if you really wanted to take your time and work at it.
Before you judge me, I must tell you that I strongly suggested to Little N that we partake in some Halloween crafts and she unexpectedly suggested we go with Christmas crafts instead. Even though I feel September is a little early for even Halloween, I had seen a few Halloween crafts on twitter (@midwifeandlife & @gloryiscalling), and thought, you know what, I can do this!
Regardless, N insisted on Christmas crafts. I couldn’t really complain, I love Christmas. I also didn’t have orange paint or any other Halloweenie craft supplies on hand. But that’s neither here nor there.
I have to start off by saying these jars are a complete knock-off from The Crafty Mummy Blog. She has some amazing, creative stuff on there. You have to check out her website.
I thought these jars were a great idea for teaching our small humans that everything in life costs money Except maybe slightly less melodramatic than that. But I definitely hope I can teach both my girls how to save and the concept of interest and all that (because instead of learning these types of things in high school, they’ll be learning about algebra and other silly, far too complicated math skills that really don’t play into everyday life).
What is the Liebster Award? I had the same question when I first started blogging. And I always wondered, how can I get that kind of love?
And here we are, nominated by Emma’s Mamma (@emmasmammablog) a few
weeks months ago! Thank you! I’ve finally learned that the Liebster Award is a way to get to know newer-ish bloggers and to encourage other new-ish bloggers to participate.
To be honest, I don’t like writing about myself. Bios take me ages to write. I think I’m far too brutally honest, I sound silly most of the time, and I also tend to be a little wordy. But getting an award is kind of fun so I guess I’ll suck it up!
That title sounds rather formidable. Maybe it should read more like “how do I survive hosting guests for multiple nights while keeping my children, myself, and my household alive”.
My husband’s parents arrived the middle of last week to stay for five days. On the one hand, I was ecstatic that they could come see Baby M while she’s so young and hear Little N tell stories over and over again about random things like how the power went out at her daycare four months ago. Skype just doesn’t quite cut it after a while.
On the other hand, I hate playing host. Some people are amazing at hosting. I will be the first to admit, that is just not me.
Here is what I don’t like about hosting: