Love for Daddy - 5 Favorite Father's Day Crafts

Father's Day is fast approaching (seriously, could this year go by any quicker?), and I've been scouring Pinterest for ideas  for Little P's Grandpa's (M has already put in his request for what he wants to do that day, so he's all sorted) and I've found so many great crafts to do, that there just simply isn't enough hours in the day or boxes big enough to ship them to both upstate New York and Australia.

But I've gathered my five favorite ones here, just to share with you, and maybe provide you with a little inspiration for the Daddy's (or Grandpa's) in your life.

1. Lego Key Holder from MinieCo (admittedly I love this for the pure geek-i-ness of it, but tell me, who wouldn't want a Storm Trooper keeping their keys safe?)
2. Printable 'Love Daddy to Pieces' from Colette over at My Computer is My Canvas (I'd do this for M simply because he's just nuts about Reese's Pieces - and it's such a quick and easy gift for the kids to help with)
3. Printable Soda Bottle Covers from The Idea Room (again, another quick and easy update to something most Dad's love - their soda POP. See what I did there? POP, as in Dad? No? *sigh* I thought it was funny)
4. Father's Day Tie Box from the ladies over at Eighteen25 (love this idea for a Father's Day BBQ, or even to give to Daddy-O to put his snacks in at the office. Super cute and too easy)
5. Scrabble Tile Picture Frame from Just Another Day in Paradise (I love this and you can easily personalize it - you are purely limited by your imagination and the number of scrabble tiles you have lying around. Or you can cheat and just get them through a hobby store or a site like Etsy)

Every single one of these is really quick and requires very little in the way of items to purchase. Heck, if you are like me, you probably already have these things lying around anyway, which is really why I love them (I'm all about instant gratification).

And remember, Dad's, just like Mom's, are really just happy to get a card, a cuddle and to hear 'I love you Daddy' - although, I'm sure that being able to sleep in, maybe get in a round of golf or being able to watch the game (whatever game that may be) would also rank pretty high on their wish lists of things to do that day.

To all the Dad's, Daddy's, Pa's, Papa's, Grandpa's, Gramp's and Da's (I didn't forget you Dad), the fixer's of broken toys, the mender's of flat tires and busted gear, the protectors of fluffy toy animals and the kisser of boo-boo's; thank you. 

For all that you do, all that you are, and all that you mean to us.

Have a wonderful Father's Day.

K

Kangaroo's and Emu's... and a Zonkey?

Yup, a Zonkey (it's a hybrid of a Zebra and a Donkey) but it's real. I swear.

See?

Told you - it's a Zonkey!

M has been trying for quite some time to find a place to take Little P, that I hadn't already taken her too. He thought he was on a winner taking her to Floyd Lamb Park, only to discover that she already knew all about the peacocks and geese and ducks there, due to us going there pretty regularly when I was at home (sorry babe). Recently, he had been talking with a friend of his about places to go, and when they mentioned that there was a zoo, just a little ways outside of Las Vegas called 'Roo's n More', he got super excited. Finally, a fun adventure for for all of us.

So, with a little planning, some determination and directions on hand, off we went on our grand adventure.

Little P did surprisingly well for the amount of time we were in the car – about 45 minutes (she's an active kid and wants to get where we are going at like, warp speed). However, when we got there, I think M and I were more excited about what we were going to see than her - Little P was far more interested in the dirt in the parking lot than going to see the animals.

But once we got inside, it was a different story. They have an awesome number of different creatures, from all over the world – hence the name ‘Roo’s and More’. The caretakers (I guess that’s what you call them) were knowledgeable, a lot of the animals were out in the open (Little P was just fascinated with the tortoise’s - especially the big guy that the little kids could actually get up and touch) and it’s just an awesome sight to behold.

 

Little P making friends - and yes, he's missing a leg

'If you could talk with the animals...'

She was all about the ‘bouncy’s’ (aka kangaroo’s) and the 'big birds (aka emu's and ostriches). And we took the ‘Kangaroo Tour’ which was pretty cool – very similar to what the animal park at The Big Pineapple used to be like, you know, back in the day - so we got to get up close and personal with the kangaroos and even a sloth (seriously, a sloth. Who would have thought?).

 

Little P and M feeding the 'bouncy bouncy'

It was awesome to see Little P not only saying the animals names, and being able to point them out (‘Look Mommy, zebra!’ and ‘llama, llama, llama’), but it was great to just watch her and M interact with them and spend some time together (she’s been a bit of a ‘Mommy’s girl' lately).

 

'What you looking at?'

So, if you are in Vegas, and haven’t gone yet, make the trek out there. You won't be disappointed.

Oh, and did I mention they had MONKEYS!!! It’s totally worth it just to see them.

Seriously, go check them out.

Till next time,

K

The Price of Sanity

This is a sponsored post - written by me, on behalf of White Cloud Diapers. All views and opinions are my own.

Little P strutting her stuff in her White Cloud Diapers

One of things I was told time and time again when I was pregnant was to stock up on diapers. And not just the newborn ones (although you do go through a truck load of those), but to also be prepared and have the next two sizes up.

I honestly thought people were joking. I mean, really, how many diapers can that little person go through in the first few months?

Was I in for a shock. 

It was insane the amount of diapers we were going through. And trust me, we tried multiple brands just trying to save a few cents here and there. But in the end, the cheaper, store brand versions just didn't cut it. The savings we made with the initial purchase were lost when we went through twice as many because they couldn't hold or prevent 'diaper blowouts' (and those are just fun, aren't they?).

So, when I was asked if I wanted to try out the Wal-Mart premium brand and attend an event to learn about them, I was a little hesitant. But, I figured 'why not?'. 

But I have to admit, I was pleasantly surprised. 

I received the diapers in the mail a few days before the event and figured I would take them for a 'test spin' so to speak. I liked the thickness of them, they had a cute little lion on the front and the tabs on the sides seemed to be pretty durable. And Little P definitely put them through the wringer on the first go out (if I didn't know better, I'd swear she had been saving all that pee up just for that moment). But they held, and held strong. She didn't get all 'wiggly' like she had with other store brands, and they didn't create 'droopy butt' as much some have.

Since we had a great test run, I was confident and ready for first blogger event.

How can you can say 'no' when greeted with a diaper wreath?

And what a hoot!! Aside from the fact that I got to meet some fellow 'Mommy Bloggers', we had a blast, trying to guess the baby food in the diaper (I got mine right, nan-nan-na), raced each other to try and drink 4 ounces of water from a baby bottle (that was hard. I wound up just taking the lid off. No need to injure myself over a bottle malfunction - that's my story and I'm sticking to it), and we got to learn about how Wal-Mart has responded to parents needs in regards to cost effective  premium diapers. Fun and educational - how can you beat that?

All sorts of fun

White Cloud Diapers have a wetness indicator on them in the newborn sizes (perfect for the first time parents), they are hypo-allergenic and fragrance free (which is a big plus when you have a new little one), and because they are a Wal-Mart product, you know you are going to get a good deal for your hard earned bucks.

Diapering can be one of the biggest expenses in a family’s weekly budget and a great performing diaper is a must-have for parents. In order to make this affordable, Wal-Mart has reintroduced their premium line of White Cloud diapers to address the needs of today’s busy parents.

White Cloud Diapers provide your baby the highest quality diaper with superior leakage protection, exceptional softness and great fit. White Cloud Diapers are available exclusively at Wal-Mart, where you can find low prices everyday on all your family’s needs

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So my fellow parents, if you are looking for a good alternative for those brand name diapers, give White Cloud Diapers a whirl - you might be pleasantly surpised.

K

This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of #WhiteCloudDiapers. 

It's gonna be a Showdown!!

It's a battle of the taste buds in our house at the moment. An epic war between the Australian icon 'Vegemite' and the American all-star 'Peanut Butter' has begun. A battle that will be remembered down through the ages…. Okay, that might be taking it a tad bit too far, but you get the idea.

The Contenders

In one corner you have little old me, supporting my Australian heritage and rounding out what is otherwise a very American palate that Little P has. In the other corner you have M, who can, without even trying, finish off a jar of peanut butter in a week and is holding the current ‘taste bud champion’ title.

Unfortunately, it appears that Little P is about as interested in either of these things as I am in watching paint dry - not a whole lot. M has tried (and so has her teacher) unsuccessfully to get her to just try peanut butter, but she's not having any of it. She flat out says ‘no’ anytime it’s even handed to her in the jar (that’s my girl).

As for Vegemite, well, I've had a little more success with her at least taking a bite (albeit a very teeny, tiny one) of toast with the black gold goodness on it. And she hasn't exactly said 'yucky' to Vegemite; she just wasn't as enthused about it as I am.

At this rate she’s likely to discover something that neither M nor I are fond of and that will be her sandwich topper of choice – it will probably be something equally nasty like ‘Fluff’ (I get the shivers just thinking about it).

Regardless of whether she joins the ‘dark side’ (that would be M, and it’s probably likely as she does have an affinity for Darth Vader and they do reportedly have cookies…) or becomes a force for good with me, I have no doubt that Little P will be one very loyal and avid fan of whatever food she decides to favor (if her love of peas and chicken nuggets is anything to go off, I may just have to buy stock in whatever she chooses).

So, my beautiful people, which side are you on?

Till next time, be a ‘happy little vegemite’.

K

Some days are better than others

You know those days when everything just falls into place? Where you wake up and the sun is shining, your little one is still blissfully asleep, and the day ahead is full of promise and adventure?

This was NOT one of those days.

This was the plan: get up early, get the munchkin up and dressed, wake up M and then head out to see the St. Patrick’s Day parade at the Water District. Explore the carnival there, maybe catch some live music and have lunch, then head home with Little P falling asleep on the way. She takes a nap, M goes to work, I get some quality me time and catch up on a book, then head out to a Baby Shower and get to spend some time with Mommy friends. Come home, bath, bed time, cuddles and go fall into a blissful and satisfied sleep.

Ah, delusions of grandeur....

What actually happened was this:

P was awake insanely early, which, is normally okay, as I can usually get her to go back to sleep with a little encouragement. Not this morning. It took the better part of an hour before she was actually ‘out of it’ and snoring. Okay, not so bad. Gives me time to make a coffee, grab a shower and get ready before waking up M and getting the munchkin organized.

However, M wasn’t feeling great, and didn’t get to bed till late from working the night before, so he was out for the morning. Okay. No biggie. I can do this. As I’m getting ready to get in the shower, Little P decides now is the time to wake up. *sigh* Okay, I can handle not having a shower (I’ve done worse things). And then the ‘great war of getting dressed’ begins. Trying to get Little P into anything was such a battle that even Attila the Hun would have balked at attempting it.

While it didn’t go completely downhill (we did get some painting down, and I did get a pretty cool canvas of ‘green flowers’ out of Little P), it was not the most productive of days. She pretty much fought me the entire day; didn’t want to nap, didn’t want to go to the baby shower, when we got to the shower, she didn’t want to go home. Didn’t want to have a bath, didn’t want story time, didn’t want to go to bed…. Ugh.

the Artist at work

Little P's idea of what clovers (green flowers) look like

By the time we finally got her down, both M and I were exhausted (him from being sick, me from doing battle with Little P all day). Seriously, some days it’s got to be easier to just throw in the towel than to try and get them to cooperate.

Maybe that’s what I’ll do next time. Make it an unofficial ‘stay in our PJ’s and eat nothing but cereal all day’ day. We will see who cracks first and wants to go out.

Till next time….

K 

Acute Case of Mommy (or Daddy) Guilt

We’ve all had it at one time or another. When you are doing something for yourself and get that ‘twang’ thinking you should probably be doing something for your little one/s.

And it doesn’t have to be a big thing. Something as simple as getting yourself a brownie when you are out shopping sans child (rarity that it is) and you think ‘I should have gotten one for the little guy’, which automatically makes the previously very yummy brownie now taste like cardboard.

*sigh*

Lately, for me, it’s been an internal struggle about getting in some gym time. I miss it. I miss the rush you get when you hit that goal, I miss the crazy people that populate the gym, I miss my down time when I get to just switch off and focus on working out. And it shouldn’t be such a big deal. I know Mommies (and Daddies) who go regularly, but with me working full time now, it’s become a bit of a compromise.

I want to work out, but I know that by the time I finish work, pick up Little P from school, get to the gym, put her in the child care there, get changed, work out, pick her up again and get home it’s close to 7:30pm. Which means the rest of our time together that night consists of dinner, bath and then bed time.

Again, *sigh*.

Sure, I can work out at home, but I a) have a gym membership that I would actually like to use and b) I would have to wait till she’s asleep, which would mean working out at like 9pm which is so NOT going to happen.

I know, I know. If you want it bad enough you will make it happen. But how do I quell the guilt I feel from essentially handing Little P over from one day care to another? I know she probably won’t care all that much, heck, the child care at the gym is pretty decked out, but still. Am I shorting her? Is it bad that I want to just jump on a machine and work out like a manic?

Maybe it’s just a matter of easing into it. Instead of going all out, do a couple of times a week and then maybe bump it up to four. And then there’s the whole, ‘if I work out after work, when will I get the laundry done/see my friends/read that book’ quandary.

Ugh.

You know what? I’m just going to do it. A happy Mommy makes for a happy kid/hubby/family right? What’s the worst that could happen?

Till next time….go and pump some iron already.

K

Little Girls LOVE Bows...

And ruffles. And pretty much anything frilly. With puppies or kittens or bunnies on them. And with sparkles. Lots and lots of sparkles.

You poor deluded fool.

There is a little girl that I see almost each day in the elevator at work, standing next to her Daddy, on their way to the on site child care that we have here.

And each time I see her, she looks like a bad 80's prom dress just exploded on her. This, my dear friends, is because her Daddy is under the misguided impression that this is how you dress a four year old girl. He's doing his very best, I know he is, but you can just tell that his little girl is so uncomfortable in what she is wearing. But she still smiles and holds her head up proudly, because it makes Daddy happy.

One day, I finally had the courage to ask her what her name was. 'Taylor' she said. 'I'm four' she added, as if I needed to know this so I wouldn't judge her on that days outfit (lots, and I mean lots, of ruffles, in a Pepto Bismol color with a HUGE pink bow on top of her head). I smiled at her, looked at her Daddy and asked if she picked out her outfits herself - because, you just know how admanant a little one can be when it comes to what they wear. 'No' he says, 'She let's me pick them out'. Ah, makes sense.

Over the next couple of weeks, I would see them in the elevator, her in that days outfit, holding on tightly to Daddy, and after a while we started having brief little snippets of conversation (as you do when it's a short ride and you don't want to travel in silence). I found out that he's a single parent (kind of figured that one out already), and that Grandpa lives with them (so no female presence in the house...it's all starting to make sense now) and that she's getting ready to go to 'big kid' school this year. As we got to know each other a little better, I started to show them pictures of Little P. Yesterday I showed them what Little P wore while hanging out with M and Taylor practically squeeled with delight. 'Daddy!! She's got the pants I like" (pink jeans). There was a slight pause, and he asked her (completely seriously) 'You like pants?' - as if this were something completely foreign and new to him. 'Yes Daddy. I do.' I simply smiled at him, got off on my floor and wished him luck.

Today, as I'm waiting for the elevator, a very bubbly and bouncy Taylor comes walking up, wearing pink jeans, white sneakers and a grey hoodie. She is quite literally grinning from ear to ear. 'Hi!' she says. 'Daddy took me shopping and I got PANTS!' And what do you know, Daddy has a big old grin on his face too. Apparently after work yesterday they went to the mall and tried on clothes and shoes and had a grand old time. As I was getting off at my floor, Taylor says 'bye' and as I turnaround to say 'bye' back, her Daddy mouths the words 'thank you'. With a nod and smile I leave them too it.

I believe that everybody needs a little help every now and then - even if they don't know it - and sometimes all it takes is just a gentle nudge in the right direction.

I'm looking forward to seeing what Taylor will be wearing tomorrow. I have no doubt it will be sans ruffles, bows and frills.

Till next time.

K

Ships in the night

There was a time, a long time ago, when M and I were on different schedules. He had finally made the break from working nights to a 'real job' (one that sees the daylight) and I was still running the show at a nightclub. So there were many times when I would just be crawling into bed and he would be getting up, passing each other like 'ships in the night'. 

Which was okay. Because we knew it was going to be a short period in our lives together and there would be a time when we would be on the same schedule again.

Fast forward about 10 years and we are again on different schedules, and now with a little one in the mix. Normally this isn't a bad thing - Little P spends Saturday's with Mommy, Sunday's with Mommy and Daddy and Monday's are for her and Daddy to spend time together. We get to share dinner together three nights a week and breakfast on roughly three, sometimes four depending on M's schedule. And at the moment, it works. It's not ideal, but it's not horrible either.

This past week however, has been rough on all of us. With CES in town (that's 'Consumer Electronics Show' for those of you not in the know), it's been a crazy week. Being one of, if not the biggest conference in Las Vegas, means that traffic sucks three times as much, and navigating any where around the Strip is next to impossible. Which in turn means that for me to get in my hours at work AND avoid the headache of getting to Little P's daycare in time, I have to be leave for work at an ungodly hour. It also means that M is insanely busy at the restaurants so his hours are longer and life is just a little off balance.

The end result of this is that Little P and I have to leave the house at 6:30am (I know, yuck, right), which is roughly when M has been in bed for about two hours. It also means that we are both in bed by around 8:30pm (which is just when things are warming up for M). The mornings have become a blur, but it's also provided a little early morning entertainment for me.

For example, yesterday, M didn't remember us coming in to say 'bye' so in his half awake/half asleep trance, he heard the garage door open and came running downstairs in his PJ's to catch us before we left. 'Did you say bye to me' he asks. 'Yes, we did, about 10 minutes ago.' 'Oh. I don't remember.' And off he rushes to give Little P a kiss, smooches me and then runs back inside saying 'Ugh, it's cold'. Well, yeah, if you are standing in an open garage in just your jammies, it's going to be cold.

And this morning, he was busy talking in his sleep about donuts of all things, while I was gettung ready. I'm not sure if he remembered us saying 'bye' this morning, but in his sleepy state, he still managed an 'I love you'.

So, while we haven't spent a whole lot of time together this week, and our communication has been limited to text messages, phone calls and leaving each other 'love notes' on mirrors and shower screens, we both know it's just one of those things and life will be back to normal in no time. 

And Little P? I think she's just enjoying the fact that Mommy's too tired to make dinner so we have had 'Mommy and Little P' dates each night this week.

Till next time.... aw, bugger it. I think of something witty when I'm not so tired.

K

Damn Spam

I've been trying to work out why a certain post has so many hits - then I found out that some dirty so and so has linked to my site from, of all things, a porn site!! Argh! I'm not sure if it's to do with the title of my blog (you know, the whole 'confessions' thing), or if this person isn't actually a person, but a computer searching the web for specific words attached to blogs and then it links to them, but it totally freaked me out.

Now, I'm in a dilemma. Do I change the name of my blog to prevent this from continuing to happen, or do I just ride it out and see what happens? Part of me wants to ride it out - it's kind of exciting to see that many hits on one of my posts - sad, I know, but what's a girl to do. It's nice to be noticed. But the other part of me thinks I should change the name just so some weird dude looking for 'new nuible girls waiting for you' doesn't decide to go trapsing through my blog and leave his dirty, filthy prints all over it. *sigh*

It's kind of funny though. Not funny 'ha ha', but funny 'weird', as I recently had a conversation with a friends daughter who wanted to know why I called it 'Confessions from the Play Room', when, as she so astutely points out 'there aren't any real confessions on it'. Well, no, there aren't. And as she again points out 'it's no Scary Mommy blog'. Again, you got me. But I think one Scary Mommy is plenty - heck, she's got two books, a video series and the confessions on the site are up in the 1,000's. Good for her. But that was never my intention. I was never looking for people to post on here with their deepest, darkest secrets (you can keep that for another blog), and really, the 'confession' part of it is just simply that we, as parents, aren't perfect. We make mistakes, we do stupid things, and constantly worry that we are making our children slightly dysfunctional because of it. That's what makes it a good read (at least, that's what makes it a good read for me), and essentially, what makes it funny.

Kids operate on a totally different level to grown ups. They see the world in a much broader, and infinitely more intersting way than we do. And because of that, weird stuff happens. Kids 'painting' with poop. Kids wearing their Mom's bra's as a hat because that's what they look like. Kids telling parents that 'Satan is coming to town, so you better be good'. It's stuff like this that makes doing this blog fun for me. I'm not looking for people to tell me that they hid in the bathroom with cookies because they don't want to share with their kids (although, that one is kind of funny), or that, the moment their little ones are asleep, the bottle of wine comes out and their night begins (actually, I've done that one a couple of times). Or even that they covet their little one's clothing because it's much more fashionable than theirs (hang on.... I've done that one too. Hmmm, seeing a pattern develop here).

If people want to tell me that they secretly pretend to be asleep because they just don't have the energy to be initimate with their partner, or that they would rather eat a pound cake than go out and play with their little ones, that's fine. It's just not what I am (or this blog) is about. But if people want to share with me the story about the day their little one told the next door neighbor that Daddy makes Mommy yell 'Stop. No don't stop', or that their 3 year old decided it was a good idea to put the car keys in the toilet and flush it, then I'll all down for that, and if they are okay with me sharing with you, then all the better.

Look, at the end of the day, being a parent is a hard, often confusing but most definitely very rewarding job. But there is one thing we must all try to remember - just as every child is different, so is every parent. While I might not agree with your tactics in getting your child to go to sleep, I'm going to be the last person to go 'tsk, tsk' about it. We all do our very best to try and raise our children to be better people, and while at times it might feel like we are dismal failures, I think for the most part, we are pretty successful at it.

So, till next time, just enjoy the ride - it will be over before you know it.

K

(and here's day 15 of Jimi)

Just hanging out with some 'snowy' buddies.

Time Flies

This one is compliments of a good friend of mine. Her husband has been very adamant about being very present in his girls lives (they have three) - he likes to know who their friends are, who they like and don't like (favorite singer and so on), what they like to do sports wise, favorite movies.... She thinks it's great (as do I), but she's been warning him that as they get older, he's going to not want to know as much. 'Girls are different.' He doesn't think so. 'Really, how different to boys can they be?'

Little does he know...

Momma of three travels a lot for her job, so, Daddy of three is home with them quite a bit (although the cavalry is only about ten minutes away if he needs them - that being her parents). So it wasn't unusual for her to get a phone call with him 'freaking out' about one thing or the other ('Girls like what?! No. 2 needs underwear and I can't go to the store to buy little girls underwear - people will look at me like I'm some sort of pervert.' You get the picture). However, this conversation was worth sharing.

Daddy: Hi. Quick question. No. 1 is bleeding and I need to get her some 'stuff'. Where do I go and what sort do I get?
Momma: (somewhat confused) Just use the bandaids in the medicine cabinet.
Daddy: No. Not that kind of bleeding. Lady bleeding.
Momma: Oh. Well, you need to go to CVS, go to the 'Feminine Hygiene' section and look for pads. Preferably just regular ones. If you need help, just ask a clerk.
Daddy: (after a small pause) Okay. Pads? Do they need to be a certain color or shape or brand?
Momma: (suppressing a giggle) No. Just basic pads - it's her first one, it shouldn't be too bad.
Daddy: Do I need to put them on her?
Momma: Oh lord no! Just give them to her. We've had the 'talk'. She'll know what to do. And if she's concerned, call my Mom. She'll come over to help.
Daddy: Okay. Love you. See you soon.
Momma: Love you too. Good luck.

It's understandable that she would think after this conversation took place that he would be fine - and if he wasn't he would just ask her Mom. Yeah, um, not so much.

When she got home, she was greeted by her husband (Thank God you are home!) and her eldest daughter (Mom! Dad has been so weird.) and proceeded to find out what all the concern was about. 

Apparently, being the kind of guy who, if he's not sure of something, does everything, when he got to CVS and found the right aisle, he was confronted by millions (his word) of options. Different brands, sizes, shapes, definitions (Wings? What do they need to be able to fly for? Super absorbent. Regular, long, maxi, overnight....). It was a little too much for him to handle. So, he swallowed his pride and asked a clerk for help. Unfortunately, the only person around was a teenage boy, and he was a perplexed as Daddy was. 'Man, I avoid this aisle like the plague. It's like, too much information.' So, in desperation to do the right thing and to get pads for his little girl, he picked a couple and off he went.

However, his idea of 'a couple' and ours is probably very different. When I say 'a couple' I mean two, maybe three items. His 'a couple' turned out to be three different brands, four different sizes, ones with wings and ones without, thin ones and maxi ones and even ones that were called 'tween pads'. When she saw them all lined up, she burst out laughing. What else could you do. Her daughter was obviously mortified by what Daddy had done, he was freaking out because he didn't know what to tell his daughter and Momma jus thought the whole thing was hilarious. 

Thankfully, her daughter had just picked the ones she wanted and done her thing, but he was determined to get the okay from Momma before he returned any of them. 

So, $100 later and enough pads to provide 'security' to a small female army, Daddy has decided that he most definitely does not want to know everything about what goes on with his girls.... some things are best left to the female species.

Till next time....well, I think he said it all. Some things really are best left to the female species.

K

Arrrggghhhh!

"A cry of frustration escaped her lips. Why was it so damn hard? This was supposed to get easier as it went along, not harder. It's wasn't that she didn't have any ideas... there were just too many. All clamoring in her head, wanting to be heard. She'd start one, and would get distracted by the next thought that came along, making it virtually impossible to keep any one train of thought going. Aaarrrggghhh."

You know, it's really concerning that I've started referring to myself in the third person - it's been happening more and more lately.

Why is it, that when we become parents, we automatically start referring to ourselves (and each other) as 'Mommy' and 'Daddy'. 'Mommy has to go now'. 'Daddy needs to go to bed.' 'Mommy really needs a makeover.' And so on, and so on. It's as if we don't exist to our little ones unless we are talking about ourselves in the third person. Why is that?

I am serious. Why do we do it? I know I'm not the only one. There has been many a time when I have been at a park and over heard something like this:

'But why?' (usually said in a very high, whiny voice).
'Because Mommy says so.' (said very matter of fact-ly, by none other than Mommy, herself).
'But wwwhhhyyyyy?' (in a much higher pitched whiny voice)
'If you ask me one more time "why" Mommy is going to get very angry and we are going to leave the park'. (said through clenched teeth with one or two veins popping out on their forehead).

If we don't refer to ourselves this way, are we worried that our little one's won't know who is the one talking/doing these things? Or are we merely trying to validate and reassure ourselves that we do actually exist outside of the realm of parenthood. And if so, wouldn't we be better off using our real names, or just going back to referring to ourselves in the first person. Or am I once again over thinking this situation and should really just stop typing, pour myself a glass of wine and go and watch some really bad TV?

*sigh*

I really do need to start planning these posts out a little better - they definitely have a tendency to get away from me (I know I was going in a particular direction at the beginning, but seemed to have been side-tracked).

And yes, I do know it's Thursday, and I usually post something crafty, but to be perfectly honest with you, I've been a little lazy in the crafting department (aside from a little painted vase experiment I did with some fellow Mothers the other night). I do however, have some grand ideas, and hope to implement at least one of them tomorrow, so I'll post it as soon as it's done.

I thank you for your patience in this matter.

Now, where is that glass of wine and the remote?

K